This sub was translated (not created) by UNABOMBER.
I hope it helps my english speaking friends to enjoy this movie, since they're too damn lazy to learn another language. =P
There will be mistakes, because it's my second language. However, I think it's decent. Grammar nazis can suck my dick. And, please, keep it in mind:
Translations are like women. They can be either beautiful or faithful, not both. Enjoy!
(Song) "Dendê's hill is tough to invade"
"We'll have a lot of fun if they even try"
"I'll tell ya how it is around here"
"We make it hard on them, even the DEA"
"Even the BOPE shivers when marching uphill"
"Cause we give them hell, be the Army, State or Militar Police"
"I offer my props to my friends"
"Dendê's hill is also land of God."
"Have Faith! DJ!"
Rio de Janeiro has over 700 slums.
Almost all of those are dominated by drug dealers, armed to the teeth.
Niggas got AR15s, Pisto-UZIs, HKs and so on...
In the rest of the world, such weapons are used to make war.
In Rio, those are the crime's weapons.
A 7.62 round can pierce a car as if it was made of paper.
It's foolish to believe that in such a city...
...the cops would enter the slums just to enforce the law.
Cops have their families, my friend.
Cops are afraid to die, too.
-So, where to now? -This way, come on!
Let's go, Let's go!
That's why, in this city, each and every officer has to make a choice...
He either becomes a crooked cop, or a negletful one... or he goes to war.
Most people don't like war,
and Major Oliveira was no exception.
Every friday, he went uphill to collect the "Fix",
The bribe money the crooked cops charge...
...to turn a blind eye on drug traffic.
-Yo, Nigga! -Whassup, Bro?
-Watch out, the worms are coming.
-Don't worry, Bihope!
-Let them come, bro, it's okay.
-We rule.
The drug dealers are always at war, but they want to survive.
What's the point of exchanging shots with the police if you can cut a deal instead?
But, that night...
...there was a cop that wasn't there for the money.
That man was Captain Fábio.
He was forced to be there, and he was scared shitless.
If Fábio had not been in that car,
Neto and Matias wouldn't be in that slum either.
Neto and Matias would never fall for omission or corruption.
They were honorable men.
Cool!
-Have they got out of the car yet? -Can you see Fábio?
-You won't need this, captain! -Dude, you'll leave me unarmed?
-Get out! Get the fuck out! Don't run, go!
-Can you see him? -Calm down!
-I've got it. -What's happening?
-Are you seeing them? -Chill out, dude!
It's true that, in Rio, the peace relies on a frail balance...
...between the bandit's ammo and the policemen's corruption.
Integrity doesn't play a role in this game.
-What are you seeing, man? What the fuck is going on down there?
-Let me handle this, okay? Just stay cool.
-Oh fuck... -Have you seen Fábio, dude?
-Calm down, man. -What? Tell me!
It's an unstable balance that can be affected by even the slightest breeze...
...and there was a strong wind in Babilônia's hill that friday.
That was the night when Neto and Matias decided they'd go to war.
-Fuck! Who did you kill, man? -Let's get out of here!
-WTF! Who's shooting? -There are 2 worms in the 'hood!
-Who you shot at, dude? -Follow me, man.
-Come with me!
-Fuck!
-Fuck, Marcinho, we have a situation here!
-There's activity, Marcinho!
-Shit, there are 2 worms going down your way, man!
-Go fuck yourself, dude! -No one invades teh 'hood, bitch!
-Wanna mess with us, motherfuckers? -We'll fucking kill you!
-Oh shit, we're screwed!
-Fuck!
-We're going to die, man!
-DUDE! We're going to die!
-Keep shooting, bro!
-Oh shit!
-Fuck! We're fucked! Dude!
-We're going to die, man!
-No, compadre. -Stay calm, would ya?
-I'm going to die, dude. -We're not afraid of them.
-Fuck!
-I'm running out of ammo!
-Serenity, confidence, that's all.
-We're going up and we'll handle that with serenity, okay?
-Fridays are funk party nights. There's a lot of people in the streets.
-We have to be very careful. There may be wounded officers at the site. Stay calm.
If Rio had to rely on the regular police force only,
the criminals would have taken over the city ages ago.
That's why they created the BOPE, the Militar Police's spec ops troop.
-Who knows well the Babilônia's hill? -I do, zero-one!
-All right, you'll take point.
-It's by the main avenue, right side!
In theory, BOPE is part of the militar police.
In practice, it's a completely different police.
BOPE's symbol leaves no doubt about what happens when we enter a slum.
And our regimentals aren't blue. They're black.
-They arrived! BOPE is here! -You're NOT going up.
-None of you are going with us. -Be quiet and stay right where you are.
-You're not going up.
BOPE was created to intervene when the convencional police can't handle the situation.
And, sadly, that happens all the time in Rio de Janeiro.
-Heh. Dagger in the skull and nothing in their pockets. -True dat.
I am Captain Nascimento and I used to lead BOPE's Alpha Team.
I had been in that war for quite a long time,
and I was already becoming tired of it.
Elite Squad
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Vai pegar você
Tá de bobeira?
-Honey, I'd really love to be with you now...
-But I'm working here.
-Can we hear his heart beating? Let me hear!
-Wow, such a strong beat, isn't?
-Really fast, uh?
-Dear, I have to go, I'm working right now.
-No, don't worry, I'll put it in the microwave when I get home.
-All right.
The only way to end the war in this city is disarming the drug dealers.
-Target acquired, Captain!
That's why BOPE's main goal...
...isn't to arrest criminals. It's to seize their weapons.
-Have you brought the pieces? -Yeah!
-Here, take it. -OK.
In my time, the Militar Police had 30.000 soldiers...
...poorly trained, poorly paid and with weapons in their hands.
BOPE had only 100 members.
-Fuck, I'd really love to shoot those motherfuckers.
-Which one, Captain? Just tell me.
-Those motherfuckers from the Militar Police.
For each captured weapon, another 3 appeared.
-14, let those guys make their delivery...
...Renan is going to hold them down there.
I lost track of how many times I had to spend...
...the whole night in a slum because of crooked, ordinary cops.
-Zero One, we could light a lot of candles with a few flames, right here.
-Is it 100%, 14? -Skull, Captain.
Then squeeze it.
I think that people who help the dealers to get weapons are their partners in crime.
And yes, my friend, I have to admit. I was really short tempered.
On top of that, my own life was becoming more and more complicated.
-Good morning -Morning, honey!
-Let me take one first... -Wait, love.
-I've made your breakfast. Have a seat.
-I have to go now.
-I have to get early today.
-But, Beto, you arrived very late last night, now you're running again?
-I didn't sleep well. -Is the baby okay?
-No, he's not okay, I'm always waiting.
-I get nervous, he feels it.
-He didn't gain any weight since the last time.
-What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop working?
-If I knew you wouldn't leave, I'd never become pregnant.
War always takes its toll...
And when the price is too high...
It's time to get out.
Wait, honey! Take a bread.
Beto!
If you let the moment slip away...
...you may lose your last chance to get out in one piece.
I needed a substitute.
But it's not easy to become a Captain in BOPE.
And finding someone honorable, brave,
with the mind and the hearth of a police officer to take my place
was nearly impossible.
-Captain Fábio, Head of Maintenance...
...and commander of the first company.
-Captain Oliveira, Chief of Staff, Third Section.
When an idealist spends three years studying to become an officer,
his first day at the job usually causes an impression.
But, as time goes by, most of the officer candidates are disenchanted.
-Welcome, Officer Candidates.
-Don't forget that, from now on...
..you are under probation.
-My staff and I will evaluate you on a daily basis.
-I want you to know that
-This team of officers, which I have the honor to command,
is not only a good family, but also
one of the best in the force.
-Estêvão, assign the candidates to their positions.
-Yes, Sir, Colonel!
I haven't met Matias and Neto yet.
I still didn't know that I'd need the mind of one...
and the heart of the other.
If I could have assembled both of them into one man, this history would be different.
It wouldn't be so difficult to leave the BOPE.
But who ever said that life is easy or fair?
-Candidate, you're going to work here.
-Is THIS the workshop?
-Yes, it is. Why? -Do you have any problem with that?
-But, Sir, couldn't you assign me to another duty?
-I don't know a thing about cars!
-Candidate, pay attention. -There are 46 cars e 12 motorbikes.
-Your duty is to keep all of them in working conditions, Neto!
-Captain! -At ease!
-Those two are your assistants.
-Yo, Homie. Sup?
-Yo, Boss. Tell ya, 249 will be rolling by the end of the day. Like I promised.
-About fucking time, Tião.
-Captain, the new parts you ordered haven't arrived.
-And I'm trying to fix the transmission.
-But it just arrived, it's new! -Just because of a crack in the windshield?
-Yeah, there's a crack in the windshild, but also...
...look here, there's also the starter, transmission...
-Okay, Tião, I don't want to know.
-I don't care about this shit anymore. -This shit now belongs to the candidate here.
-At ease. -You be at ease too, Sir.
-Bread, salami, we also have some coffee,
...fresh water, everything. -I am not hungry.
-Now let's get started here.
-I want this car up and running ASAP. -But we have no parts.
-You better talk to Captain Fábio about that.
-He knows how to order the parts and stuff.
-Okay, but quit playing around.
-Get to the job at once, I don't want to stay here all day long.
-Come on.
-Stop munching that shit.
-But, Sir, we have no parts. -I don't care, Corporal.
I want to see you working. Both of you.
Neto was a warm-blooded guy who would act before thinking.
On the other hand, Matias would think too much before acting.
Do you see all those papers?
Each sheet is an occurrence, a crime that the MP didn't prevent.
On Neto's hands, that would become a bonfire.
On Matias' hands, it will become statistic.
This is Candidate Officer Matias and from now on he works here with you.
-How's it going, boss? -Candidate, those are your assistants.
-Corporal Bruno and Private Machado.
-Your job is to keep the radios working...
...and to sort out the occurrence records, okay?
-Yes, Sir.
-That's your table. -Ooops, sorry.
If you need something, talk to me. Have a good day.
Neither of them was on par with me.
But one of them would have to be my substitute.
All right, people. The 10 books that will be the subject of your essays...
Matias was a hard-working and intelligent guy.
In Brazil, a poor nigga...
...don't have a lot of opportunities.
-First you will have to form groups of 4.
-Then you will choose one of the books as a subject.
-Okay, let's get it started. -I want to do Foucalt, is it okay?
-Well, I don't really care. -The three of us.
But Matias managed to enroll in the best law college in Rio de Janeiro.
-Have you joined a group yet? -Yes, sorry.
In his way of thinking, studying the law and being a cop had much in common.
For him, policemen and lawyers had the same mission in life:
To defend the law.
-Well, I'll turn it in as is. -He won't even notice.
-No, let's form a group.
-He won't even notice.
-Of course he will! -No way, Beta, I'm sure he won't.
-Is this the sociology class? -What is your name?
-André! -Your whole name, please.
-André Matias, why? -You're joining our group. Foucault, right?
-What do you mean? Foucault? -Just a second, I'll explain.
Matias had his mind in an ideal world, far away from the reality of Rio de Janeiro.
-Hi there! I'm Maria! -Nice to meet you.
-This is Dudu, she's Roberta. We're going to write an essay on Foucault.
But, to become a BOPE officer, you must know where you're stepping.
So, you know, we're going to write about Foucault, right?
Matias still had a lot to learn.
-Yeah, that girl wanted to do Foucault, too.
-Well, this guy is coming to Rio soon.
-I guess you've heard about him, right?
-Too bad he's going to sleep at the Archbishop's house,
in Turano's Hill.
-And we'll make sure they'll sleep like angels.
-You're kidding. -No.
-Turano's at war, and the Pope wants to sleep on the hilltop?
-I'd pay a hotel room for him in Copacabana.
-I wasted a month trying to convince the secretary of security.
-But God Himself couldn't change the Pope's schedule.
-He will sleep there, period.
-So we have 3 months to pacify Turano's hill.
-We'll be doing daily raids.
-Excuse me, Colonel. -Do you agree with daily raids?
-Are you sure? We're going uphill at night, We'll lost the surprise factor.
-We'll march under a rain of bullets. -People are going to die, Colonel.
-Nascimento, that's what we will do and we start tomorrow. Is that clear?
-Yes, Sir! -Dismissed!
I know, the Pope isn't to blame for my problems.
But he have been in Rio de Janeiro before. Twice.
By now, he should know how things are around here.
Obviously, no politician wants to see the Pope being shot in his city.
If the Pope wants to stay near a slum,
What do you think the Governor will do?
Would he risk to let a stray bullet find its way into his Holiness' head?
Of course not.
He'll call BOPE.
-Hey, Neto. Quit this shit, bro.
-I'm studying.
-Give it a break, man. Let's get out a bit!
-Will you need the car tomorrow?
-What do you want my car for?
-I'm going to Prazeres' Hill.
-Are you nuts? What are you going to do in a slum?
-Well, my college group will do some work at this NGO.
-You're a cop. One does not just walk into a slum.
-They will kill you. Can't you do it on your own?
-Don't worry, Neto. No one in that college knows I'm a cop.
-Watch out, man!
The Pope needed BOPE. The BOPE needed me.
And I needed a substitute. It wouldn't be easy.
I'd have to keep entering slums because of the Pope.
And I would, my friend. In black clothes and loaded with guns.
Attending a college may pose some risks for a policeman. At first,
The students seem to be a cool bunch,
and there is a lot of cute, good-intentioned girls.
Hi, André, how are you? Thanks for coming.
-Nice to meet you! -She's Rose, Eliana
-Hm, handsome. -The other looks really washed out.
-A bit too excited, are we? -Girl, I'll need this!
-Hey, don't look, okay? -Enjoy!
-Sorry to bring you here, André.
-But we have a lot of work to do.
-So, can we start? -Sure, let's go!
-This is the administration room.
-And he's Rodrigues. -Rodrigues, this is André.
-Rodrigues helps me with the NGO affairs.
-He also represents our sponsor here in this community.
-He's a good friend too.
-Have you made your choice for Senator? -No, not yet!
-Well, now you can! Look at this: Senator Magalhães.
-"451" is his number, take some more for your friends.
"451", remember, 5-4=1 4+1=5, "451"
I understand that it can be hard to resist.
Rich students do like to help poor children.
Who doesn't pity poor children?
-Romerito! This is André. -Hi, big boy, how are you?
-Fine! -Nice to meet you!
-Godmother, can we go to the arcade today? -I'm sorry, I can't.
-I have some homework to do. Don't YOU have some as well?
-Yes, but I'll do that later.
-But you promised me you'd study hard.
Matias was an inexperienced guy with a soft heart.
It was natural for him to become envolved.
-Is he having trouble in school? -He's not going well.
-Have you tried to find out why?
-He doesn't want to study, André.
-Perhaps there's another reason.
However, a cop can only get involved to a certain extent.
He have to know where to draw the line.
-Foucault says that the criminal law is a manifesto of relationships of power.
-And that, in fact, there is no social contract.
-He says the state always run institutions to watch and punish the criminals, right?
-Like Bentham's Panopticon, that prison we've already read about.
-Foucault says that a historical analysis of such institutions may reveal how the state rule over society.
-No, thanks, Roberta. I don't like it.
-Just a puff, André! -No, thank you.
-Relax! -Gimme, Beta!
-That's what Gusmão was asking for. -Yeah, it's pretty good!
-Very well done! -This essay is awesome.
If one isn't careful, he may be persuaded by colleagues.
Matias should have arrested and written them down on article 12, law 6368.
An officer have to uphold the law.
-Let's start over again!
Matias had just entered college and was already going easy with his friends.
-See, we could finish it by offering a conclusion for the class, so...
-I think our essay is really good.
-Romerito! Romerito!
-Haven't you told me you'd be at home, studying?
-So what?
A few slips like this and he would end up just like them.
-Wait, wait. -Just a second!
-May I borrow your hand? -What you're going to do?
-Relax, I think I know what's going on.
-Calm down, people! -Look the other way, dude. Come on!
-Okay, big boy! -Let's see if you're really smart!
-What's this letter? -It's an A.
-Right, you got it!
-And now, what's this letter? -I can't see it! What's it?
-It's an A, too. -A?
-Yeah, it's an A. He has some eyesight problem. Haven't you noticed?
-Nope. Maybe that's why his grades are dropping.
-Yeah, when I was that age, I've had the same problem.
-Come on, let's tell your mom. -Yeah!
-Come with us, André! -Where is it?
-It's right over there! -Up there?
In order to become a BOPE Captain and take my place,
Matias would have to learn that you can't forgive.
The pushers don't forgive.
-I don't want to wear glasses! -It will be cool.
-You're going to get good grades again.
-Hey, Tim, how are you? -What's up, Igor?
-Hi, cutie. I took that test.
-Really? How was it? -A piece of cake.
-That's my boy! See? Hard study pays off.
-Don't worry, ok?
-The people here have social consciousness.
-You're safe, don't worry.
-Yo, Lec. What's up? -Bye, Roberta, see you.
-Hey, I don't want to wear glasses! -Don't be silly, he wears glasses too!
-Maria -What, André?
-I have to go. -So soon, André?
-Yeah, I have to take back my friend's car, he's waiting.
-Neto. You haven't met him yet.
What a shame! Okay then!
-About the boy's glasses, I'll take care of it.
-I'll take him to make some exams.
-And I'll bring him the glasses. -What? No, André!
-We can do that via the NGO. -When I was a kid, someone did it for me.
-I want to do the same for him. It's a matter of honor.
-Right? -All right.
-See you later.
-I'll come another day to meet your mom, okay?
-We have a deal!
-Bye! -Bye!
-You'll arrive at school with new glasses, so cute!
-Yo, Baiano! -How's life, my friend?
Baiano was the one in charge of the NGO's slum.
-What's up, Lombada? Any news?
I know how Baiano's story ends, but I don't know how it started.
He probably had a fucked up childhood.
Perhaps becoming a pusher was his only option.
-Whoa, is it snowing in the mountain, uh?
-Dude, this is the shit. -So, what's up, white boy?
-Here, that's what's up. -Yeah, nice!
-Yo, Xuxa! -Xaveco, bring me two!
But it pisses me off when a guy with all the odds on his side
ends up doing shit like this.
-Thanks!
I've told it already, and I'll repeat.
He who helps a pusher, is an accomplice
and should be thrown in the slammer.
Yo, dude, what's up, boy?
-How's life, Dude? All right?
-Bruno! -What's up? -How's it going?
-Hi.
-What's up? -How are you, Tadeu?
-Marcinho, I have some stuff with me. -What's up, bro?
-Hi, how are you? -Come in!
-Whassup, Paty? -Are you all right?
Excuse me! Excuse me!
-Just a minute, bro!
-Come on in!
-Where is it?
-It's here, bro, it's here! -Lemme see.
-How much we have here? -Two.
-Only 2?
-Hey, it ain't easy to get good stuff w/o paying upfront.
-Okay, you can bring more.
-Okay, come here! -Listen,
-There are two grand here. -Keep it safe.
-If you get more of that stuff,
bring it to me. People are buying a lot.
I always ask myself:
How many children we have to lose to the traffic...
...so a lazy, rich boy can roll his spliff?
-Our top priority is to capture the rifles. We'll use channel 2.
-Azevedo's going with his team, by the bishop's house entrance.
-Renan and Barcelos will go through Admiral Tamandaré Avenue.
-Yes, Sir!
-Nascimento, do you know the entrance for 117?
-Captain Nascimento, do you know the entrance for 117?
-I do, Captain!
-Okay, Nascimento, you and your team will go through the alley, but be careful.
-117's entrance is right by the college and the site is full of students.
-I'm aware of that, Carvalho! I told you the shit will hit the fan.
-Nascimento, orders are orders.
-Listen, everyone converge to Raia's Square, at the center of the complex.
-Understood? -Skull!
For me, strategy is logic, as long as the mission makes sense.
And the Pope's operation was a stupidity.
In a regular situation, I'd just be pissed, but...
my wife was about to give birth. I had to be careful.
I didn't want to die for nothing.
-Get down, on the floor, NOW! -Put that shit on the floor!
-Are you stupid? -Drop that shit!
-Are you ok? -Where's the seller?
-No one escaped. -Where's the dealer?
-Nobody got away. The seller is one of them.
-Line them up here in front of me.
-You sit there!
-I'll ask nicely.
-Who had the load?
-It wasn't us, Sir! Nobody! -Who was holding the drug?
-Who brought the drug? -I don't know!
-Who brought the drug? -Please, I'm a student.
-You're what?
-I am a student. -Are you a student?
-Put your face here. -Put your damn face there!
-Can you see it? -Are you seeing this huge hole?
-Who killed this guy? -I didn't see!
-You didn't see? -No, I didn't!
-You did see!
-Who killed him? Tell me!
-Spit it out, boy, who killed him?
-It was one of you.
-One of us, your ass!
-YOU killed this guy.
-You, faggot. It's you who sponsor this shit.
-You, pothead! You piece of shit!
-We come here to undo the mess that YOU do.
-You're the one funding this shit, you faggot.
-Who brought the load?
Zero seven! Bring the little evil's seed. Let's see about that!
-Let's see, now, come here. Let's see it right now!
-Tell me! Now! Point him to me!
-Who brought the load? -He won't tell, just pop a cap in his ass!
-Which one? -This one, with the jacket?
-It's you, motherfucker! -No, it wasn't me!
-Zero 4! Zero 4 -What do I do with him?
-Take him to the station, and the drug as well.
-You're lucky, hobo!
-I'm not fucking around here, you son of a bitch. Let's go!
-Move, you piece of shit!
-Hey, kid, go away!
-Well, teacher, we concluded that, in Brazil,
the criminal law is a network...
...that coordinates repressive state institutions...
...and that, sadly, nowadays...
...the result of this micro-relationship Foucault talks about...
...has created a state that protect the rich...
...and punish almost exclusively the poor.
-Very well, have you finished? -That's it!
-I think Maria and all the group have said it clearly...
...how the relationship of power, and not only the state...
...can form perverse institutions.
-Now, to wrap it up, we could make an analysis...
...and give a few examples of that kind of institution.
-The police? -Yes, the police, very good!
-But why the police?
-Well, Professor, we all know that when they go...
...to the slums, the cops will hurt people, right?
-They punch and kick left and right.
-Yeah, Edu is right. The police acts viciously against the destitutes, the bestialized...
...and those who, because of their condition, are compelled to commit delicts.
-Gusmão, I'd like to say something! -Go ahead!
-In fact, I partly agree with Edu's opinion.
-But I don't think that the police acts viciously...
...only against the lower classes.
-I think that us, from the mid/upper class, are their victims, too.
-Me, Maria and Natália were going to Búzios once,
and they stopped us at that checkpoint.
-They were completely aggressive towards us, pointing their guns and all.
-But they didn't beat you up, right? -That would be ridiculous, uh?
-But they pointed their guns.
-Wait, wait! -Calm down, people!
-You, speak!
-My father, he's a judge
-And he told me that torture is a common practice in the lowland.
-And that the cops go there and kill everyone, it's a slaughter.
-Of course it is. They're not only corrupt, they're also a bunch of cowards.
-Calm down, people! -Everyone will have a turn!
-Just a minute, Matias' waiting, he even raised his hand. Say, Matias!
-Look, Gusmão, I tell you what.
-I think the people here have a very superficial opinion on this subject.
-They're poorly informed.
-You're really misinformed, okay?
-Let the man speak.
-Yeah, I believe that there is some corruption going on,
but the majority of the officers want to do a honest job,
a serious job. -Honest? Are you nuts?
-The cops are crazy, André. That's not true.
-Dudu's right!
-Who here has never been searched, like happened to us?
-It happens to everyone, all the time. It's routine now, André.
-They want our money. -No, that's not true!
-They are corrupt and Dudu's right when he says that.
-That's exactly what I hear in my NGO interviews.
-First, they shoot. Then, they...
...ask who's a criminal and who isn't. -No, that's not true.
-Gusmão, may I finish what I have to say? -For the sake of order...
...let him finish what he has to say. It's only fair, right?
-I have a good friend, who's a cop, right?
-And his best friend is also a cop.
-Both of them are honest and upright citizens, ok?
-About the searching in the checkpoints, I think it's necessary.
-They have to repress, man! It's logic!
-They have to restrain and repress. -We did nothing wrong, André!
-O Rly? I bet you had a spliff or six, right?
-You have no idea...
...how many children get involved with the traffic and die because of marijuana and coke, okay?
-From your nice little apartments, here in the South side, you can't see this kind of thing, aye?
-You're misinformed and under a bad influence of the newspaper and television.
-Well... I think we can call it a day...
-Dr. Nascimento, right?
-Were you the one in that last operation in the hill?
-Yes, it was me.
-I've come here to ask for the right to bury my son.
-Mrs. Regiane, was your son involved with the movement?
-Yes, sir, he was. He was a spotter.
-We didn't kill your son.
-But you did release him. Didn't you?
-Did you think they would forgive?
The pushers kill spotters who fail, and to be honest, I knew that.
That woman made me feel guilty.
And that's a very dangerous feeling for a BOPE's Officer.
-Was him your only son? -Yes, sir, he was!
I figured out that Rosane was right.
It was about damn time to put someone else in my position.
-Engine shim plate, what else? -Battery...
-Battery! -A Carburetor for Santana, Lieutenant!
-Hey, wait a bit, Tião! -Let him finish here!
-Disc brake... -Disc brake.
-Clutch plate, collar and the windshield. It's cracked.
-Lieutenant, a carburetor for Santana, 518 -Okay, 518, carburetor for Santana!
-Yessir! Listen! -Carburetor my ass, this model...
-This model uses fuel injection, man. -What fuel injection?
-You're nuts, Tião! It doesn't even have a carburetor!
-Wait. Does this shit have a carburetor or not?
-It doesn't. -Yes, it does.
-Do you hear this noise, Lieutenant? -Is it a carburetor?
-It doesn't have one.
-Are you fucking with me? -No, I'm not!
-It doesn't have a carburetor! -Dude, it does!
-Fuck, it HAS a carburetor! Look at this!
-Does it have a carburetor or not?
-Yes, Sir, it does!
-It has a carburetor, Sir.
-It does, but this isn't the original engine, it has been changed.
-Look! A loose wedge! Everything's loose!
-What do you mean, "Changed"?
-A garrison has sold the new engine and left this old one as replacement...
-What garrison did it, Tião? -No idea, LT!
-Don't worry, it's normal.
-The other day they took...
...the radio on Cap. Salgado's car, just like that.
-Normal? -Are you fucking crazy?
-Theft in a barracks is a militar crime!
-Ooooh, militar crime. -Right.
-Are you listening? -We'll change this engine, right?
Neto had the heart of a law officer.
He wanted to solve the Batallion's problems.
But, to become part of BOPE, one can't be naive.
Neto was yet to learn...
that being a honest cop in Rio de Janeiro, my friend, is no easy feat.
-I've got a problem, they changed... -And I'm in a hurry. What?
-Someone has changed a new engine for an old one...
...and I'm sure it was an inside job.
-Have you found out who did it? -No, but I thought that you...
-Fill a complain. I'll ask the Commander to start an inquiry and put you in charge of it.
-Me, Sir? -Yes, you!
-But, Sir, I have to take care of a lot of broken cars.
-I need some parts...
-Pay atention, don't let the Commander's car fall apart, right?
-He asked me to give it top priority.
-Yes, Sir!
-Captain! -What, Candidate?
-We're in need of these parts.
-Holy shit! -That's a fuckload of parts, uh?
-I'll look around, okay?
-Meanwhile, talk to Fábio...
...he can get something for you from retailers.
-Can't you help me, Sir? -Dis-missed!
Ah, the joy of beating a dead horse.
In the MP, you have to resort to the system to get the job done.
Whole MP battalions have been forsaken by the public security policies.
Withouth the corruption, withouth the Brazilian Way, the police would stop, with no maintenance.
-Listen, we have this scheme, but you can't do that on your own, okay?
-Captain, I just want to get those cars up and running.
-I didn't join the police to sit around in a damn workshop.
-Paulo, why are you going so slowly?
-And we are going to...?
-We're going to that slut who gave you birth, you idiot. Just go ahead.
The first robbery is always for a noble cause.
But he who corrupts for the battalion, also corrupts for the family.
This is the system's logic.
That's why when a citizen wants a police car..
...in front of his store or bar...
...he has to pay.
-What do you mean, "no way"? I've come to get my lunch.
-Aren't you making your balance today?
-Yes, Captain, but I already paid today.
-What? You didn't pay me a dime!
-Look, they're arriving. I paid to Oliveira.
-Oliveira?
-If I have to pay again,
I may as well close the doors.
I'll break.
-No, I'll break, and it's your fault! I always handle the security for you
and you're gonna pay Oliveira?
-Sort it out with him, you're from the same league, my Captain.
-Talk to him. -Let's go, Neto!
-How much for his beer? -Nothing.
-Nothing my ass!
-Calm down! -I want to pay.
-Here, take it.
The police's job is to protect, right?
So, the system turned the protection into a bussiness.
And, those who charge to enforce the law,
will also charge to not enforce the law, right?
-Look, that guy's giving tickets to my customers, man!
-They even have a fucking tow!
-How can I help you with all this shit going on? No way.
-Who the fuck issued that order? -How the fuck should I know?
-Damn, he's scriblling everyone!
-Hey, hornet! hornet! Fly over here!
-Good afternoon, Captain! -Good afternoon my ass! Fly over here, hornet!
-What the fuck you think you're doing? Giving tickets, towing people and shit?
-This is my area, man! You can't do that here!
-Ademar is a friend of ours, for fuck's sake!
-I'm just following orders.
-Whose orders? -Bira.
-Who the fuck is Bira? -Hey Bira!
-Bira! Hey, Bira, come here! -No can do.
The system fills all the voids.
Government was so fucked up that they couldn't buy tow trucks for the police.
Instead, they outsourced the job, paying of each towed car.
The system took advantage.
-Stop it! I told you to stop!
Each captain bought a tow truck and started towing everyone.
-WTF you're doing?
-Just a second. Captain, that's Oliveira's tow truck.
-I have him on the phone. Sort it out with him, I don't care.
-That son of a bitch. -Ask him about my parts. -Okay, okay, chill out!
-Hello!
-Oliveira, it's Captain Fábio, I'm here in Ademar's workshop...
...to get my parts and he told me you're calling the shots now.
-Colonel, it's Fábio, he's making a ruckus.
-He is disturbing our towing business.
-Put him in his place.
-Go home, man, that area is mine.
-I'm in charge of that area.
-You're in charge? -It's mine, I'm calling the shots now.
-You? -About my parts...
-Shut the fuck up! -Shit, Captain, my parts.
-Hello? Hello?
-Motherfucker hang up on me!
-What about my parts? -Let's get out of here!
-I'll give you a battery if you sort out this mess, bro.
-Gentlemen, Captain. What's up, hornet?
-Captain, isn't that the Commander's bike?
-It's friday, his bike's doing the run to collect the lottery's fix.
-That's why it can't stay in the workshop for long.
-No bike, no fix from the illegal lottery.
-I see. Man, that's fucked up.
-We used to split the money,
-Now it's just the commander and his gang. -We're knee deep in shit.
The system has no limits, knows no borders.
It's already part of the Police's culture.
-That commander is fucking up everyone.
-You too, Paulo?
-Sarge, since the last year,
-I'm scheduled to leave on vacation next month.
-My wife got her own vacation approved on the city hall...
...and we'll go on vacation together next month.
-That's awesome!
-So, I'd like to ask you, Sir, to publish the bulletin...
...so I can leave on vacation.
-Well, private, we have a problem.
I have 40 people ahead of you, 8 already on vacation...
...and the battalion can't stay without a garrison.
-Now, I could have a chat with the Major...
...and then we'll see what happens, aye?
-We have proper procedures here, do you understand?
-But, Sergeant Rocha, I'm just asking for my rights.
-It's been 4 years since my last vacation, Sarge!
-You just need to issue notice of what have been settled.
-I could f... help you. I will help you, do you understand?
I want to help you!
-But you need to help me to help you.
Private Paulo! You wanna laugh, gotta make someone laugh.
Isn't true, Pantoja? Understand?
You gotta make me laugh!
Yes, Sarge. I understand, Sir.
-Requesting permission to leave, Sergeant! -Permission granted, private!
-Sir, I don't know anything about cars.
-Couldn't you please assign me to the operations in the slums?
-You just arrived and already want a different place, Neto?
-No, Sir, it's just that I...
-I want to be able to help. For real.
-I'm a good shot.
-Well, candidate, if you fix 70% of the cars...
...that are currently idle in the workshop,
I'll consider you request, ok?
-But sir, I... -Dismissed!
The system drives the the cops insane.
In this regard, sadly, the BOPE isn't much better than the MP.
-So, honey, are you going up or what?
-Dear, what's going on? Are you OK, honey?
Beto!
-Hi. Are you all right? -huh huh, all right!
-Are you sure? -huh huh!
-Shit, I'm fucking sick.
-Stay calm, honey!
-Stay calm, it's not your heart! -My arm is so numb.
-Beto, it's not your heart, it's stress, trust me.
-Well, Nascimento, your tests are just fine.
-Look that shit again, Madeira!
-I'm telling you, you're good.
-I have a history in the family, man. My father died of a heart attack.
-Dude, you have an iron heart.
-Sometimes I'm quiet and suddenly I hear a buzzing in my ears.
-My hand starts to tremble. Shit!
-Your problem is emotional, Nascimento. You don't have any physical issues.
-What do you mean?
-You're under a heavy stress. I'm sending you to the psychiatry.
-Psychiatry? What the fuck?
-It doesn't hurt, Beto!
In the police, people who work by the book always get screwed
one way or another.
Matias worked 2 months to make the criminal footprint of the neighborhood.
He got all the occurrences and made a map of the crime.
The commander just needed to place the cars in the right places...
...and that's it, the citizens would be protected.
But that's not how the police works.
The police relies on the system, and the system does not work...
...to solve society's problems.
The system works to solve it's own problems.
-Fuck! Estêvão, this report will get my ass fried!
-12 Homicides in a month.
-How can I submit this report to Command?
-Well, Colonel... I've been following his work and...
...I think this report is accurate.
-Are you sure that... -Candidate, are you fucking with me?
-No, Sir. -Bring Fábio here.
-Move, son, move!
-He'll have to explain these four corpses in Tabajara.
-Colonel, this report is based on statistics...
-Have you seen the footprint? -I don't give a shit about numerology.
-That clown wants to teach me where should I put my cars.
When a crime occurs within the boundaries of a battalion, the man in charge have to handle it.
It's just that taking care of things is hard work.
-Colonel, did you call me?
-Yes, I did.
-Is there any problem? -Yeah.
-I want to know how and why they found 4 bodies here in Tabajara.
-It wasn't my fault, I did just like you asked me to, but...
Maré-0, maré-0, negative on corpses within maré-19's area.
-We have information that the bodies are in maré-2's area.
It's much easier to move a crime scene than to locate the criminals.
And a lot of shameless commanders lower their criminal statistics...
...by throwing corpses in other battalion's area.
But in the MP, people aren't exactly asleep at the wheel.
-Maré-0, bodies are located within maré-19's area, do you copy?
-Those damn motherfuckers, Colonel. I throw the bodies there.
-They throw them here, I throw them there, it's the dead meat wars.
-I don't care, you have to find a solution.
-Do we understand each other? -Yes, Sir!
-Candidate, you will redo this report.
-Look at this! "Body found on the beach".
-Death in the beach, kid, is drowning.
-But, Sir, the body had a perforation.
-What are you? A fucking coroner? -No, Sir!
-I want a new report on my table, by Monday.
-This one? It didn't exist.
-Dismissed. -Requesting permission to leave, sir!
I've tried to change the regular MP, too...
...and my plans also went down the drain.
-If you don't say a thing, I can't help you.
-I know, but... it's complicated, right?
-Even because I'm not sure if...
...anything I say here, I mean, if you'd have to ...
...to report it to my superior officers, right?
-Because, if that's the case, I'd rather talk about a friend of mine...
...who's going to have a kid and...
...is facing some hardships in his job.
-I can't answer your question...
...unless I really know what your problem is.
-Moreover, this isn't a confessional.
-It's a psychiatry office of the militar police.
-But, between you and me, Captain...
...can you imagine what would happen if I had to report...
...everything I hear in this room to my superior officers?
-There wouldn't be a police in Rio.
-So, take your pick. You either want to talk or not.
-Eggs-cuse me.
-Nascimento, I'll find you a substitute when I'm able to do so.
-Colonel...
-Captain, I need you for the pope's operation.
-For me, mission received is mission accomplished.
-Do we understand each other? -Yes, sir!
-You may go now.
It was an irony of destiny.
In the same day I've lost all hope to ever leave the BOPE...
...something started, a story that would change the lives of many people...
...for better and for worse.
-Hi, Neto! -Took your time, uh?
-Where are my car's keys?
-What are you doing, man?
-You're fucking up the footprint, dude.
-I've found out how to get out of that god damn workshop.
-Come with me, I have to explain my plan to Fábio.
-Let's go!
-What the hell? What plan? -Follow me!
-Holy fucking shit, man, you're fucking nuts.
-I'm stuck in that damn workshop. It reeks of shit.
-And I'm working too fucking much.
-You're complaining a lot, guys.
-But the thickest cock is going up MY ass. Damn that commander.
-What do you mean?
-He took over all my schemes!
-I don't even have this club's money...
...anymore. I'm screwed.
-Look at that son of a bitch. Oliveira is right over there!
-Dude, were you taking money from the club, too?
-Wake up, Neto. I have a family. They pay me 500 bucks per month.
-I'm not going uphill...
...to get involved in shootings on behalf of 500 bucks.
-Are you serious?
-Dude, you're a sick fuck. -Hey, it was an honest scheme.
-Honest? -Yeah, dude, it was clean.
-The commander is the one accepting bribes...
...from the pushers.
-You're kidding, right? -He goes uphill...
...to take MONEY? -You are a fucking angel, uh?
-Haven't you seen that the commander's car is the only one...
...that goes up there every week?
-What do you think he's going there for?
-He's going after the money, you idiot!
-And how much is he making with the lottery's fix?
-It used to be around 6 grand a week, back in my time.
-Nowadays it must be much more.
-6 grand a WEEK? -6 grand is a fuckin' lot of money.
-That motherfucker is making big bucks.
-Well, listen up!
-I have a plan. We're going to get that money, Fábio!
-What plan?
-And what's my share? -Lol wut?
-Lol wut, my ass. Are you keping all the money?
-We won't keep shit, dude! We dont'want the money for us.
-I'll use it to buy some parts and fix those cars.
-I'll get that shit up and running and get out of that hole.
-I just want to know how much I'm going to get.
-Don't you want to fuck over the colonel? -Bullshit!
-What? -Yeah, that's bullshit!
-Know what? I gotta take a leak.
-You clowns stay here.
-You, honest clowns. Stay right here.
-Hey, man, what the fuck?
-Listen, there's no return now, André.
-Look at me, man!
I have to admit that Neto's plan...
...was a redemption, a vengeance for all the honest cops in the force.
It was all measured and timed, 40 minutes for Matias...
...to collect the money from the illegal lottery,
One of the biggest fixes of that sucker, the Colonel.
And here's where Neto step in.
-Yo, Tião! Give it a charge and see if it works.
-Hurry up, man, I'm late! -Ok, man!
-He's late, see?
-Soon the commander will be here and I'll be screwed.
-Dude, wanna it soft? Sit on a pudding.
-Asshole. -Yeah, it will work!
-I wonder if it will work...
-I should be in the street, man. Hurry up!
-Weeeeeeeee jet's stuck!
-Call Paulo to fix that at once!
When Neto released the bike, Matias had already collected the money.
-Yo Sardinha, that's the man! -Whassup, Santos!
-So, you got better? -What do you mean?
-Your friend said you were sick as shit.
-Me? Sick?
-Yes, man. I gave him the money.
-Who was the guy, Sardinha?
-Your friend, man. He came here on behalf of the Colonel.
-So, I gave him the money.
-Motherfucker! -Son of a bitch.
It was ingenious.
-No, no, come back.
What could the Colonel do? Call the cops?
-This way, easy now! -Come on!
Neto had just used the system against the system itself.
It was clever, and also a huge stupidity.
-Yay, 10 more car in the streets! -Awesome!
The system wouldn't forgive.
But Neto, at least, was trying to fix things.
Matias was insisting in his mistake.
-Pay attention! -Look, it's André! Let's talk to him.
-Nope, I gotta stuff to do! -Yeah, me too.
-Bye, people! -See you!
-Later. -Bye!
-Hey, how are you? -I'm fine, Maria! You?
-Look who's coming! Look.
-We're in trouble now, haha. -I can't believe!
-Hi, people. How are you?
-MARY! -All Hail Maria!
-Are you okay? -Where have you been?
-We have been talking and lost track of the time.
-You're gorgeous! -You too.
-You're just sitting around? -Yeah, we're drinking a bit.
-Well, we're going.
-Okay, I'm dancing. Talk to you later.
-We'll meet you there soon.
-Just because we have nice little apartments in the south side...
-You know what? I'm gonna stir the pot a bit!
-Wait, man, don't get your ass in trouble.
-Do you hear that? Someone's trying to get me down, isn't?
-Don't worry about that. Don't mind them.
-Let's just keep dancing.
They say it's there to help
They say it's there to protect
I know, they can stop you
I know, they can arrest you
Police, what for?
Police, who needs the police?
Police, what for?
Police, who needs the police?
-Put some more potatoes there to make it stronger, understood?
In the police, the system protect the corrupt.
The colonel couldn't complain because of the stolen fix,
But he could take revenge.
Matias became a cook.
Neto fixed the cars, but was kept in the workshop.
-Hey Paulo, what the fuck are you doing here?
-I'm enjoying my vacation, Lieutenant! And learning to not complain about the Sarge.
-What about the workshop? -Tião's there.
And lost his best mechanic.
-Do you want some marmalade?
-Shit, Neto! I told ya we'd get in trouble, dude!
Luckily for them, the Colonel assumed that the candidates...
...were only following orders.
Orders from someone who knew the system from within.
-Fábio? -Yes, sir!
-You're in supervision tonight, right? -Yes, sir!
-I want you to check out a complaint about a funk party...
...in Babilônia's hill.
-Me, Sir? -Yes!
-Yes, sir!
-Tonight. -Tonight?
-Yes, tonight! Dismissed.
-As you wish, Sir.
For this guy, the punishment would be much worse.
That was the point in which the histories of Matias and Neto started to entangle with my own.
-Love, it's moving a lot.
-Looks like E.T., but he's the loveliest little thing ever.
-Too bad you aren't here!
-Wait, I'll let you hear his little heart a bit.
Every time I thought about my son...
...I remembered that spotter's mother.
It must be really hard to be unable to bury a son.
-Hey, Bocão!
-Tell Gonçalves to check the equipment, we're going out.
-Bento Gonçalves is in the dressing room.
-Where are we going, my Captain? -To Turano's hill.
-We'll retrieve that spotter.
-Dudes, we're to chek out this funk party.
-The hill's calm, really sweet.
-If we do it right, we may even get something.
-But the candidate mustn't know, or he will go nuts.
-I'm ready!
-What the fuck is that?
-A rifle with a tele...
-For fuck's sake, man, don't get us in trouble up there.
-You're under my command, so do as I tell you.
-You can trust me, Captain! There will be no trouble.
-Captain! This garrison is already assigned to Cabral.
-But the Colonel asked me to use it.
-No, no. You're going in his car, with me!
And you, candidate!
-Put away the rifle and fix the colonel's bike, it's broken.
-Let's go, Fábio! Hurry up.
-Neto, have you grabbed the lottery fix?
-Yes, we did, sir.
-Come on, captain! It's party time! -On my way!
-I think they're going to kill me, Neto!
-Matias, the shit has just hit the fan, bro!
-What? What happened?
-They're thinking Fábio was the one who took their money.
-Come with me!
-You take care of things here! -But, Lieutenant...
Have Faith, DJ!
-Let's get them from above.
-Where to, now? -This way.
-Come on, let's go! Let's go!
-Get down! Get down!
-Are you seeing them? -Calm down, man!
-What's going on? -Chill out!
-Dude, what's going on?
-You won't need this.
-Dude, you'll leave me unarmed?
-Get out! Get the fuck out! Don't run, go!
-Can you see him? -Calm down!
-I've got it. -What's happening?
-Are you seeing them? -Chill out, dude!
-What's up, Oliveira? Another night and shit, uh?
-Hey, kid. Where's the stuff?
-Fuck! Who did you kill, man? -Let's get out of here!
-WTF! Who's shooting?
-Run! Run!
-Look, dude, the cops are going nuts. They're shooting each other!
-Fill the fuckers with lead!
-Fuck!
-Shoot, you son of a bitch!
-Cover me, you idiot!
-Please, officer, do something! -Fuck, I only have one clip left.
-Shit, we're out of the service area.
-Leave a message, Captain! -Go fuck yourself, your idiot!
-It's a honour for us to support your candidature, Representative.
-And, if Cabral here is promoted, we'll have another battalion.
-Then, things would be much better.
-How much better? -Just a second, please.
-Hello! Colonel! -Hi, Oliveira!
-Fuck, colonel, call the BOPE, colonel! -What?
-Captain!
-There is a garrison surrounded in Babilônia. They have a wounded officer.
-We don't have an available team, everyone's in Turano.
-What should I do? -Holy shit!
-We're not in a hurry, you hear, son?
I can spend the whole night here.
-Where's the spotter? -I don't know, sir!
-How come? How come you don't know?
-You're here, with a pistol, watching, and you don't know where the spotter is?
-I'm just a seller, sir! I don't know.
-You're going back to the bag.
-Heh, he passed out, Captain! -Wake him up. Pour some water in his face.
-Wake up, you piece of shit. Wake up!
-Zero one, priority in Babilônia. Officers under siege, Sir!
-Acknowledge, Carvalho! We're on our way.
-Shit, they make the mess and we have to clean up.
-Let's head to Babilônia.
-What about this piece of shit? -Put him in the Pope's bill.
-Turn around, scum! -I'm a father, man!
-Don't stop!
-We're screwed! -We're going to die, man!
-Wanna mess with us, you're fucked!
-Fuck, man, they're shooting from below!
-Easy, they can't hit us from there.
-Stay down, Matias! Stay down!
-Shoot them! Kill them!
-BOPE has arrived, let's go! -You're NOT going up!
-None of you are going with us.
-Be quiet and stay right where you are.
-Fill the clips! Reload!
-They're fucked, man! They're dead!
-Shoot, you son of a bitch!
-We're going to die, Neto! -No way, man! Stay down and shoot!
-I've ran out of ammo! -Be quiet and keep your black ass down!
-Come on! -Shoot tem!
-Fuck, they're coming down on us!
-My ammo is over, Neto! -Fuck!
-Put down your weapons! Put it down!
-We're MP! -We're cops!
-MP! -MP!
-Down, on the floor! -Candidate Matias!
-Get out of the hole! Sit over there!
-Zero one, get down. Those are the only two.
-Hey, Bocão! Who's this guy?
-He was Marcinho, owner of this hill. -He's going down with us.
-Are you all right, gentlemen? -Yes, sir!
-Are you wounded, Gentlemen? -No, Sir!
-Have you been shot, Gentlemen? -No, Sir!
-Then, Gentlemen, today you'll learn how to carry a body.
-Yes, sir!
-What are you waiting for? -Let's go! -Yes, sir!
-Hold it, hold it! -Calm down, let it go!
-Hi, love. What? Are you sure?
-Okay, stay calm. Remember what Dr. Claudia said?
-You have plenty of time, okay?
-I'm going down now, I'll meet you there, right?
-I love you.
-Zero two! -Yes, zero one!
-You're in charge here, we're going down.
-My son is borning tonight! He's borning right now!
-Congratulations, Captain! -Let's go, let's go!
-Come on, let's go! Take him with us!
Neto decided to join BOPE because he enjoyed the war.
He dreamt of fighting the criminals in Rio's slums.
He saw that's what we did.
-You didn't let weapons behind, right?
Matias came along because he was an officer who had faith in the law.
-I'm calm, I'm cool. YOU stay calm!
-Wait, man, wait, this shit's hurting like hell!
-If you hadn't come, I'd be dead by now!
-They were about to kill me.
-The BOPE has brought your gun.
-Help us to carry the body, man.
-Not going to appear in the newspaper! -Excuse me, man!
-Look, a corpse, right here! -What the fuck?
-What you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of here!
-Sergeant! -Yes, candidate!
-How can I learn more about your unit?
-You can enroll in the course, sir. -What course?
-You can read about it in the MP's bulletin. -Yes, sir!
Neto knew what he was doing. Matias didn't.
-Carvalho, I want you to pay special attention to this. -Right, sir!
-I'm sorry I'm late. -No problem!
-Tell us, man... Is it a boy or a girl?
-It's a boy, Rafael! -Congratulations!
-What's this shit in your eyes, Renato? -It's conjunctivitis.
-Dude, it's fucking ugly! -Put on your glasses, man!
-Pay attention, son! -This is a gift.
-But it's not for you. It's for Rafael.
-From this list, we'll pick two names to replace you, and you.
-God Bless Rafael!
-Colonel, I'll coordinate the best course of the spec ops's history.
-You can be sure of that! -Okay, let's start then!
-This zero one, here, André Pedrosa...
-He's in the illegal lottery payroll! -Are you sure?
-Yeah, absolutely! -Heh, a good start. He'll be statistic!
-Colonel Olarvo Carvelhi, I know him ... -What about him?
-He's involved with gambling. -We'll deal with him.
-I think I know this Fábio.
-He's a captain, right? Fabio Barbosa? -Yes! He's a pimp!
-He exploits some prostitutes in Copacabana. -I'll take care of him!
-Renan, can you see at all, son?
-You look like an owl. -Aha, a blind skull.
-Heh, Batman! -Come on, come on!
-Renan, what about the candidates? -Those are the ones you rescued from the hill.
-Col. Estêvão, from 19th, said they're very good.
-Is that true? -Yes. They had a good start, uh?
-Okay, let me tell you something.
-I don't want to hear about perforated eardrums in the first training day.
-I don't want to know about slashed hands as well, is that clear?
-Well, that issue with the trainee's had was an accident.
-He held the blade. The instructor pulled the dagger and cut his hand.
-But, about that eardrum, Carvalho here slapped... -It wasn't on purpose, Sir!
-Not on purpose? -Well, that brat deserved it.
-Is that clear? -Yes, colonel, but he deserved it!
One who wants to join the BOPE can't have affairs with a pusher's friend.
Truth is that Matias was somewhat uncertain.
He wanted to be a cop, but also wanted to become a lawyer.
If he really had the heart of a cop, he would have told the true to his girlfriend.
instead, he said he had to go on a trip and asked her to make arrangements for his internship.
-Yes, he's already volunteering here in the NGO for almost an year.
-It's awesome, he solved most of our problems.
-Yeah, but there is a detail...
-André had to go on a trip and will be away for two weeks.
-Can we seal this deal in 2 weeks?
-Eggsellent, thank you! Wonderful.
In BOPE, undecided people don't thrive.
I was sure Matias would give up the training.
-Man, I just got an internship for Matias!
-It would be better if you could find another boyfriend, Maria!
-It's a mess, Maria! -What's that?
-Hi, Baiano, how's things? -You tell me, lady!
-Do you recognize someone in this photography?
-Are you seeing that piece of shit you call your boyfriend?
-That cannot be, Baiano! -Ah, can not be, lady?
-This brother he killed had a lot of respect, lady.
-He was my friend, you know that?
-Now what, lady? -Baiano, stay calm, man!
-Look, Baiano, they have nothing to do with this.
-It was me who brough André Matias here.
-Yeah, Maria didn't know about that, Baiano! -I didn't know about it.
-I just learned about it. -Maria, não sabia não, Baiano!
-No one knew!
-Are you fucking with me, lady? Are you bullshitting me?
-I'll give you an explanation. Cops here in the hill are the enemy. They're the germans!
-We're not fucking with you, man! -STFU, I haven't finished!
-Who you think is keeping the peace around here? The MP?
-Answer me, god damnit!
-It's the command! -Right, it's the command!
-And we are the command. I am the top dog here, you see?
-To stay here, you have to be on our side.
-We are on your side, baiano! -Whose side are you, playboy?
-Yours, man. -Whose side, playboy?
-Yours, man, yours! -You better be, playboy!
-Yours, man!
-We're with you, Baiano!
-I'm watching you.
-Man, we're with you! -Shut the fuck up!
-Shut up, you idiot! -Calm down, Baiano, what's that?
-Xaveco, on him, xaveco!
-What's that, man? -You son of a bitch!
-Man, don't do that! -Our talking has to be straight...
...if it's twisted, you will answer personally for it. Got it?
-Take this shit! Look at this picture. Study it.
Let's go!
When the candidates came to the BOPE training, the corrupt came with them.
If Fábio stayed in that battalion for long, the Colonel would kill him.
Poor bastard didn't know that, compared with me, the colonel was a lady.
-You, gentlemen, have arrived here on your own legs.
-No one, I mean absolutely no one have invited you.
-And none of you are welcome here.
-Prepare your souls, because all your bodies are belong to us.
-I declare open the 9th spec ops course.
-They'll never be!
-Skulls, forward!
I recognize that, for the non-initiated, the BOPE looks like a sect.
But that's how it must be.
-Ask to leave. Beg to leave! You scum!
-Scum! Get back tho where you came from!
Our men are trained under heavy bashing.
In order to join, one has to prove that he can handle the pressure.
-Get out of my battalion! Go back to your home! -No, Sir! No, Sir!
-No, Sir!
-Do you think we don't know that you take money from the drug dealers?
-Do you think we don't know that you take money from the illegal lottery?
-Do you know why you are the zero-one?
-Because you, sir, will be the first to give up.
-And I'll make you give up.
-Beg to leave! Ask to leave! -No, Sir!
-Ask to leave! -No, Sir!
-Then I'll make you do it.
-I quit! I give up!
-I give up!
-Zero one, gave up!
For each 100 MPs that enroll in the BOPE's training course, only 5 finish it.
And when I did the course, it was only 3.
Not even the Israeli Army trains soldiers like we do.
To fight in the war against the traffic, you have to be able to handle anything.
-The concept of strategy, in greek: "Strategia".
-In latin, "Strategi". -In french, "stratégie".
-Are you taking notes? -Yes, sir!
-I'll ask that in the test.
-In english, "strategy". -In german, "strategie".
-In italian, "strategia". -In spanish, "estrategia".
-Coordinator, Sir! Zero-Five is asleep, sir!
-Hey, zero five! -Yes, sir!
-If you please!
-Mr. zero five, if you let this grenade go, you will explode the whole group.
-You, sir, will explode your team mates, you will explode my assistants.
-You, sir, will explode me.
-Are you going to sleep, zero five? -No, Sir!
-We're all trusting you, sir.
-I'll continue.
-The concept of strategy, in greek: "Strategia".
-In latin, "strategi". -In french...
-Sheriff! -Yes, sir!
-Is your team ready for lunch, sheriff? -Yes, sir!
-How much time do you need for your team to have lunch, sheriff?
-10 minutes is enough, Sir!
-Are you kidding, Sheriff? -Sheriff, you're a clown!
-You, gentlemen, have 10 seconds for lunch.
-No one touches the food until I say so!
-And when you're finished, I want to see a clean ground.
-Do you understand? -Yes, sir!
-Go!
-2 seconds have passed. -Zero two isn't eating.
-Your time is over, gentlemen.
-Time is over!
-Can you explain this food on the ground?
-We didn't have enough time, sir!
- Do you think it's fair that in a country like Brazil...
...where so many people are starving, Mr. zero six...
...you leave this food on the ground...
...because you're loathing it, zero six?
-No, sir!
-Zero two, why didn't you eat? -Captain, I coulnd't reach the food!
-Can you reach the food now, zero two?
-Yes, sir!
-Then, on your knees, and start eating now.
-I want to see you eating all this food, zero two!
-Carry on, zero two! -Yes, sir!
-If you don't eat it all...
...your colleagues will spend the night in the water, zero two!
-Are you sick, zero two?
-If you throw up in your friend's food,
your friends will have to eat this shit full of vomit,
and it will be your fault, zero two! -No, Sir, I'll eat it!
-Everyone will eat now.
-Everyone will eat this shit.
-And it's your fault, zero two. -I wanna see a clean ground.
-Come on, sheriff! Let's go!
Men in black, what do you do?
Things that Satan wouldn't dare to!
Men in black, what's your mission?
To enter the slum and kill the oposition!
-Stop! -Stop singing!
-Sheriff, this is the worst team I've seen in my life.
-Move on, sheriff, I said to stop singing, not walking!
-Don't stop advancing, I want you out of the water.
-Come on, come on, let's go!
The first stage of the course is pure violence.
The goal is to remove the weak and, mainly, the corrupt.
And, when I am the instructor, the corrupt are the first to get screwed.
-14, give some ointment to him. -I don't have it anymore.
-Zero two! Zero two! Wake up, bro!
-Take out your boots! -Neto, let me sleep!
-Take out the boots, man, you have to dry your feet! -I can't take out the boots.
-If I take them out, I won't be able to put them back again.
-Oh zero dois, take them out, man! -You'll be in deep shit, your feet are wet!
-All right! -You'll hurt your feet, man! !
-Take your boots out, dude! -Attention, zero two!
-Zero two, I have news for you! -Yes, sir!
-You're the new sheriff, zero two.
-You have one minute to put this circus in formation at the ceremonial area.
-Yes, sir!
-Come on, let's go!
-Get in formation! -23, come on!
-20 seconds have passed, zero two.
-25 seconds now. -Yes, sir!
-Is this team in order? -Yes, sir!
-Look back.
-Is this team formed up? -Attention, Form up!
-They don't form up! -Are they in form? -Yes, sir!
-Is this team correctly formed? -Yes, sir!
-Are you sure? -Yes, sir!
-Why are your boots untied?
-You beast! You piece of shit! Your boots are untied!
-You piece of shit! -You animal!
-Zero two, follow me. -Yes, sir!
-Come on, let's go!
-Mr. zero two! -Yes, sir!
-Are you seeing that boat over there? -Yes, sir!
-Can you see it? -Yes, sir!
-Since you have your boots untied,
you'll unequip and bring me that boat.
-Yes, Sir.
-Do you think you can do that, zero two? -Yes, sir!
-Mr. Zero Two.
-Do you know why you can't do as I command?
-Yes, sir.
-It's not only because you're a weakling, mr. zero two.
-You won't do it because, in order to wear this skull here,
you need to have some character.
-And you don't have any, mr. zero two.
-You don't belong here. Your place is among pimps and prostitutes.
-You belong to abortion clinics, zero two.
-We don't like corrupt cops around here, zero two.
-BOPE does not accept corrupt cops, Mr. zero two.
-Are you going to bring me that boat? -Yes, Sir.
-Are you sure? -Yes, sir.
-We'll see about that.
-Look forward.
-You have to leave, zero two. You're weak.
-Ask to leave, you can't do that.
-Ask to leave, you piece of shit!
-I can't take it anymore, Captain!
-I can't hear you, what did you say? -I can't go on, Captain!
-I give up!
-Louder. I want everyone to know you're a weakling.
I GIVE UP!
-You piece of shit!
-Attention, team! -Come about!
-SPECIAL OPERATIONS!
-They'll never be! -Never! Never!
-Attention, twelve! -Yes, sir!
-You are the new sheriff, twelve!
-Sir, I give up, Sir!
-Excellent. You're making your coordinator a very happy man, gentlemen.
-Thank you very much.
-Bunch of fools.
-Attention, zero eight!
When we finished the first stage of the course, there were 8 guys left.
It was time for me to pick my substitute.
Matias suprised me. He went through the first stage.
But he was stupid enough to go back to the college.
-Hi, Maria!
-Do you know who told me you're a MP, André? -Wait, girl. What happened?
-The owner of the hill. -Do you understand what you have done?
-Do you have any idea for how long I've been trying to work with that NGO...
-Do you know, André? -Calm down, Maria!
-You shouldn't have put my life at the stake.
-I've been threatened, André! -Stop yelling!
-You're not listening, are you? -May I talk?
-You've put my life at the stake...
...my friend's lives as well. -I couldn't tell you.
-Oh, you couldn't!
-I don't believe in anything you say anymore. -Do you really need to yell at me?
-You're a fucking liar, you son of a bitch.
-You're a fucking liar! -Listen, I couldn't tell you.
-Wait, girl!
-Maria!
-AmIdoinItRite? -Ya, I'm not saying a thing.
-Don't let it too loose, or too thight, ok?
-Is it comfortable?
Picking a substitute for a Captain like me isn't easy at all.
-So, have you found good men in that course? -There is this guy, he's really good.
-Are you serious? -Yeah, he's very energetic.
-Just like me when I was in the course.
It wasn't enough to pick the best of the team, the guy should be...
...he had to get the job done the same way I do.
I couldn't leave my post without being sure of that.
-Oh, honey, that's good news!
-I think I'll be able to leave in a month, more or less.
If Neto was as intelligent as Matias, that would have made my life much easier
But who said life is easy?
-Walking towards your mark.
During the second stage of the course,
We teach the candidates how to kill with efficiency and dignity.
Believe me, there is such thing.
-Check your guns and holsters.
-Very good, zero six!
-With my rifle, it's easy, uh? -Skull!
-Okay, now you 4.
-23, you're not using your bandolier? -No, Sir!
-This late in the course, and you're not using your bandolier, 23?
-Tell me, your companion is shot down. What are you going to do with this rifle?
-Will you put it on the floor? -No, Sir!
-Will you stick it up your ass? -No, Sir!
-Then use the god damn bandolier! -Yes, Sir!
-Fuck! I can't believe this shit!
Only those that don't have a clue think that all slums are the same.
They're not.
Some slums can only be invaded by climbing. In others, it's better to go through the forest.
-Mr. Instructor! Azimuth at 90°, understood? -OK, call the patrol.
BOPE officers don't enter a slum shooting aimleslly. They use strategy and advance from alley to alley.
-Let's go
-Your cover arrived, you go ahead! Carry on, focus ahead!
-Look ahead! A fierce look in your face, that's it!
-Your cover arrived, you advance!
-Look at me! Look at me now! Now, take it easy, zero six. Slowly!
Progression in a slum is a form or art.
And, to become a captain in BOPE, one has to be an artist.
-Sweep, pass.
-Very good, zero six! That's it. Sweep, pass.
-Go on!
The patrol routine don't have room for mistakes.
-That's it, keep your cool! Stay calm!
-What you're going to do now? Wait! Have you cover arrived? Yes.
-No hurry! You have to be calm, no matter what!
-Look forward! Is it clear? Move on!
-Now go, it's clear, go!
-That's it, zero six. That's the way!
The men in black regimentals enter a slum to kill. Not to die.
-Dude, they're here! -Get in! Get in!
And that's something my substitute had to understand.
-Captain!Captain!
-The spotter ran that way. -Only one?
-He's alone! -Are you sure?
-I'll get him! -Wait! Wait! Fuck!
-Come back! Get back here, soldier!
-In the roof, let's run, Renan!
-What happened, Lieutenant? -Let's go!
-In the roof, Renan, in the roof!
-Come back! -Get back, you fucker!
-Come back!
-Take out this black uniform.
-Take out this uniform, you don't deserve it.
-You're not a skull, you're a brat, aye?
-You're a fucking brat!
-What's this medicine?
-It's okay, no problem with it.
-Lemme see. -Everyone take this one.
-There is no problem at all.
-You won't have to take it anymore, you're leaving, you'll see.
-I'm leaving? How?
-You gonna leave BOPE, aren't you?
-What happened?
-You're leaving, right? It's a sealed deal.
-What happened? Tell me! -I've chosen the wrong kid.
-What do you mean? -I've picked the wrong boy, I'm screwed!
-There were two, Azevedo picked one, I picked the other and the boy is batshit insane.
-Why Azevedo has the priority? Tell the colonel you have a son now!
-You're a father. -Azevedo has two kids!
-Quit yelling! The baby is sleeping!
There was only one thing that could piss me off more than a mistake during an operation.
-Don't fire him now!
-You said he was good, you chose him, he was the best.
-What happened?
It was Rosane telling me what to do.
-When is the graduation?
-It will be ok, sweetheart. I have faith.
-It will be ok, for real! I love you!
-Yeah, I want this one. -Are you sure?
-Why don't you take a look in this catalog, I have...
...this indian girl...
...Indian girl, my ass! Dagger in skull!
-Against the wall, now!
When the newly graduates leave the training, they're somewhat accelerated.
And Neto really enjoyed the action.
Once he took charge of my team, he really stepped into the John Paul II operation.
He wanted to make sure the Pope would sleep well.
And, with him leading my team,
more than 30 criminals had been eliminated in Turano's hill.
-Stop! Stop! -Against the wall, hands up!
The BOPE course trains the officer for the war, and don't tell me it's inhuman.
Rio de Janeiro is a city at war.
As long as the pushers have money to buy weapons, the war goes on.
Every policeman in the BOPE learn that.
Matias was right, he really had to go hard on those stoners.
-I'm going, people! See you later! -Hey, boy, let's have a chat.
-Calm down, man! -I wanna talk to you.
-Don't worry, I'm not going to arrest you right now! -Do I look like I'm afraid of that?
-You better wipe that grin out of your face!
-Are you seeing these glasses? -Yes.
-It's for Romerito.
-Gimme. -Hands off!
-You never cared about the boy. I'll give it to him, understand?
-If you go to the NGO, you're dead! -I don't mix with pushers and bums.
-You will do as I say...
-You'll tell Romerito to be in the arcade, 12:00 PM. I'll meet him there.
-I won't do that, ask Maria! -Don't be stupid. Are you really that stupid?
-If you don't, I'll throw you in the slammer, boy. Do you understand?
You piece of shit, do you think I don't know what you've been selling around here?
-Tomorrow, 12:00PM!
-I'll order some platinum for your nose. You're sniffing too fucking much.
-Heh, I'm fine!
-Xaveco!
-Here's your stuff! -I won't buy anything today, Baiano!
-I could get in trouble now.
-What? What the fuck are you saying? What kind of trouble are you talking about?
-That son of a bitch, the MP. He threatened to arrest me!
-What MP? -You heard that, boss, MP?
-Tell me more.
-What's this shit about? -Nevermind, Baiano!
-Nevermind my ass. What did he say? Tell me.
-You fucking tell, me, asshole!
-Yo, Neto! -Whassup, André?
-There is a message for you, man. -What message?
-They called from that office, Monteiro de Carvalho.
-They made an appointment for you, tomorrow at 10:00 and I confirmed.
-Dude, that's Maria's doing. I don't want favors from her anymore.
-Are you nuts, André? Shit! It's an opportunity, man, you've been studying hard.
-You must get that job, man!
-You tell, me, boy, what happened? -Well, that guy...
-Come on, tell me, you piece of shit!
-Okay! That NGO where we work, well, the majority...
-NGO my black ass!
-So, there's this kid, he can't see very well...
-Dude, I can't go.
-I have to take these glasses to Romerito tomorrow morning.
-Dude, can't he wait one more day? This is important!
-Where are they going to meet? Tell me at once, boy?
-Okay, I'll tell you. -Is he coming here?
-Tell me, fucker, is he coming here? -No, no, it won't be here!
-Yeah, but you know it's important for me as well, right?
-Where will they meet?
-In the arcade, man!
-At what time? Tell me, asshole! -It's 12:00PM. 12:00PM.
Much later, Matias told me that he wouldn't go to see that lawyer...
...if Neto hadn't insisted so much.
I think he really wanted to be a lawyer.
-Do you know what you want to do after your graduation?
-Yes, Sir, I want to become a specialist in criminal law.
I haven't made a mistake when I chose my substitute.
-Hey, gimme another coin! -You winning or losing?
-Losing! -You have to win, dude!
-Zé, give him a coin.
-Romerito!
-He's here, let's go! -Calm down, there's a kid there.
-Just wait, he's surrounded.
-Are you Romerito? -Yes, sir!
-Hey, kid, I have a gift for you!
-Now you will see much better, uh? -Where is he?
-He's working. Try your glasses!
-Wow, I can see! -Now you're looking like a man!
-Quit clowning around.
-Uncle, you better go now.
-Get inside! -Get inside the bar!
-Don't shoot, I'll finish this son of a bitch.
-What's this shit?
Que porra é essa, brother?
-Dude, what's this shit?
-Fuck! FUCK!
-Son of a bitch! He's a BOPE's man! Fuck, move, move!
-Come on, let's take the body!
-He's still alive! -Stop that car, now!
-Get out, get the fuck out, right now!
-Get the fuck out!
-Look, lombada! Take him out of here! Take lombada out of here, Leonardo!
-Take lombada away, for fuck's sake!
-Bring the worm, put them in the car. MOVE!
When a guy becomes the owner of a hill, he can even be nuts, but he can't be stupid.
Baiano was aware that, by killing a member of BOPE, he would be signing his own death sentence.
The pushers don't forgive either. If Neto died, Baiano would be thorough and completely fucked.
Only rich people with "social consciousness" can't understand that a war is a war.
-Who's my woman? -Yeah, me!
-What's that, bro? What are you doing here?
-Shut the fuck up! -Where's Baiano, man?
-Shut up, Rodrigues! -Let's go!
-Please, put down your gun.
-What's going on, Tim?
-Can you tell me where's Matias? -Over there!
-He will make it, Carvalho. -Nascimento, he took a shot from behind.
-Yeah, but they brought him immediatelly.
-What do you want?
-Is your friend ok? -No.
-I went to the police station, André, and they said they can't help me.
-What about Romerito, how's he? -He's ok, he's with me, at home.
-But they took Roberta and Rodrigues.
-Don't worry. Baiano has social consciousness.
-It's serious, André!
-Rodrigues was bleeding. You said you're an honest officer, right?
Oooh, NOW I'm a police officer?
-By now, your friends are already dead.
-No!
-No, for God's sake! Please!
-I've warned you, haven't I? -Burn this bitch, boss!
-Burn, you're going to burn, you bastard!
-Please, for the love of God!
-Fire, Chico!
-What happened? Are you ok?
-You don't open your mouth to talk about my job in this house!
-What's that? -You don't talk about my job again!
-Do you understand? -What happened?
-I'm the one in charge here.
-And you keep your mouth shut. Don't talk about my battalion.
-Do you understand? Do you?
-I wear the pants in this fucking house.
-Nigga, listen.
-Get the baby and go to your mom's.
-You only come back when I tell you to do so, ok?
-Where are you going? Tell me!
-I'll be around, nigga!
Last night, the police has found two charred corpses atop of the Prazeres' Hill.
-Oh, isn't that in our neighborhood?
The police believes the corpses are from a student, Roberta Lund...
...daughter of businessman Alceu Lund, and a social worker, Pedro Rodrigues.
Reporter Ana Eloísa is talking with the secretary of public security...
...who just made an announcement about the case.
-Sir, is it true that one of the corpses is the student Roberta Lund?
-We'll have to wait for the investigation.
-However, I want to make it clear...
...that all the applicabe measures were already been taken.
-What do you think about the marching protest being carried out by the students?
-What's wrong, aunt? Are you OK?
-Fire!
Neto's demise was a tragedy for Matias.
They were childhood friends.
And I figured I could use that feeling. I still had to finish my mission.
-Why did you come here? -It's not time to argue, André!
-Am I arguing with you? I'm asking why did you come here.
-I think I can help you.
-And how can you help me? -I know someone that may be able to help you.
-Who?
-I'll only tell if you promise me that you won't hurt her.
-Fine. Who is she?
-It's Rose.
-Let's see.
-Now this bitch is going to sing.
-You tell me now!
-Where's your boyfriend, whore? -I don't know!
-Where's that fucking piece of shit? -I don't know!
-Look at me! Look! Where is he, whore? -I don't know!
-Tell me! -Where is he, bitch?
-Do you think I'm clowning around?
-Enough! Enough! It's over, It's over now!
-Tell me! Tell me now! Now, bitch!
-That's your clue, tell me now!
-Game over, and you lost!
-Hands up and STFU! -I'm a worker, man!
-Worker's yo moma's ass.
-Look at me and don't try any funny shit.
-Where's Baiano? -I don't know!
-Fuck! My leg! -Where's Baiano, you piece of shit?
-Tell us!
-Don't take any shit from him.
-He will try to bullshit you. Understand? -Yes, sir!
-Where's thas son of a bitch, fucker? -I don't know!
-Where is Baiano? Tell me!
-Where is Baiano?
-The playboy! He told me they were friends with... -Who's this playboy, what playboy?
-What you're talking about?
-Who's that boy? -Captain... Captain... I know what he's talking about.
No one makes protests when a policeman dies. It only happens when rich people dies.
When I see a protest against violence, my friend...
I want to punch them all in the face.
-You cock sucker, son of a bitch! -What's that?
-Stop! -Stop it, André!
-What are you doing, man? -Let go of me!
-Stop it! -You son of a bitch!
-Stop! -Go fuck yourself, sucker!
-Stop! -Motherfucker!
-Go away, André!
-You let go of me! -Stop it, André!
-He killed my friend! This fucker killed my friend! -Let go of me!
Matias, stop! Stop!
-What? What do you want?
-Wanna try me? -Let him go!
-Are you gonna hit a cop, dude?
-Go away!
-You're a bunch of motherfuckers! All the same.
-Bunch of shameless rich kids.
-Go away, André! go! -What do you want? You slut!
-You're all the same!
-Bunch of potheads, motherfuckers!
Matias wasn't just taking revenge because of his friend's death.
He was becoming a real policeman.
-Shut the fuck up, you sissy! -Stop, man, why are you doing that?
-Put that gun down, man! -Where is the weed, faggot?
-Where is the fucking weed? -Okay, man, okay!
-Okay, man! -Where is the fucking weed?
-Okay, man! -Get that shit then, you faggot, motherfucker!
It was yet to be seen if he would have the heart to go on, to the end.
-Move, sissy!
My mission wasn't to ensure the Pope's sleep anymore.
That mission was accomplished by Neto.
What I needed to do was coming back to my family, leaving a worthy substitute in my place.
-Get out of the way, to the wall get out, go go go!
In order to do that, I had to catch Baiano first.
-Get down, down, to the wall, move!
I knew that what I was doing was wrong.
-Freeze, turn back, raise your shirt. Go, go!
I shouldn't scare the dwellers to find a criminal.
But, at that point, my friend, everything was flying.
Nothing in this world could stop me.
-Tell your team to perform a 360 up there, André! -Yes, sir
-Over there, in that entrance. There's no one in the track.
-Yes, sir.
-We'll sweep this area, house per house, and find that scum.
-Open!
-Police! -Put your hands on the table!
-Wake up, prowler! Come on, get up!
-Good morning, son! -Good morning, sir!
-I want to ask your permission to search your house. -Yes, sir.
-May I be at ease? -Yes, sure.
-Zero four, search this wardrobe.
-Look at this, zero one. This probably is worth more than my wage.
-Where did those snickers came from, son? -I've earned them.
-You didn't earn. You lost. Come on.
-The shit will hit the fan, Captain!
-The dwellers are seeing everything. We'll be in trouble.
-Renan, that fucker killed Neto. I came here to catch him, I'll break that guy today.
-Do you want to go home?
-We'll end up in the station.
-If you want to go home, feel free to do so. Get your team and take those five with you.
-Do you pity them? Take them with you.
-You don't need to stay if you don't want to.
-Are you the student? -Can you fly, student?
-On your knees.
-Let me tell you something, son.
-I don't want to hurt you. Do you understand?
-Yes, sir. -Where's Baiano? -I don't know.
-Don't know, my ass. -I'll show you the bag, uh?
-Put him on his knees.
-Son.
-Son, where is Baiano? -I don't know, Sir.
-Where is Baiano? -I don't know! -Tell me!
-Where is Baiano? -I don't know!
-Put him in the bag.
-Where is Baiano? -I don't know!
-Where is that piece of shit, motherfucker?
-You're going to die, your idiot.
-I don't know, sir.
-See, captain, he doesn't want to tell us.
-Take out his pants.
-No, man, don't do that!
-So you won't tell us, motherfucker?
-We'll make a faggot out of you, sissy.
-Gimme that shit! I'll stick it in his pooper! -Stop!
-Rip off his pants! You talking or what?
-Brace yourself, motherfucker! -Okay, I'll tell you!
-What? -I'll tell you, I'll tell you.
-O Rly? -Ya, Rly.
-Come on, let's go.
Oh Xaveco
-It has been a while since we got a radio message.
It's ok, boss, we're safe here. Calm down.
-No wai! There's something wrong!
-The hill is too silent, it's too quiet out there.
-Stay cool, boss! -Cool, my ass!
-Fetch me some water and take a look.
-Here.
-AAAAH zomg pwnt!
-Rocky? -There's nobody else here, Captain!
-I've got 30 grand to give you, boss. Take me to a hospital.
-Game over, motherfucker. -Please.
-You lost, man. You're going to die.
-Not in the face, boss, you will spoil the wake.
-What? -Not in the face, man, that would spoil the wake.
Baiano was already mine.
Zero seven, bring me the shotgun! Let the boy go away.
-Release him, let him go.
Now, Matias' heart was the last step. Then, my mission would be complete.
-André! -Yes, sir
I'd go back to my family, knowing that I had left someone worthy in my place.
-This one is yours.
-Fuck! Shit!
-Wait, man!
-Fuck, not in my face, no!
In a city far, far away from here
...which has slums very similar to those slums here
...with problems very similar to the problems we have here
There are evil men, without soul or heart.
There are determined law enforcers, But the moment is of chaos,
Because the populace, in this ghastly play of cops and robbers...
Don't know for sure, who's hero or villain.
Don't know for sure who goes, and who comes in the wrong way.
Don't know for sure who goes and who doesn't.