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If you suffer from substance abuse and need help,
contact a local support organization such as Narcotics Anonymous.
This is a series inspired by real events.
Some characters, events, dialogues and other narrative elements
have been created for the purposes of dramatization.
Any resemblance between fictional characters
and real people is purely coincidental.
-Did you locate the target? -We did, but he got away.
What's his 20?
-He's running through Laboriaux. -Laboriaux!
Backup in Laboriaux! That way too.
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS
Base, do you copy? We're gonna need backup.
Dispatched. They're coming up.
Take it easy, the tank's coming up.
Let's go!
Check everywhere. No one leaves!
We're not leaving until this son of a bitch is arrested!
Get up and raise your shirt!
Get up! Come on! Sit on your hands!
-Don't look at me! -Will you beat me up?
Get inside, fuck!
Everyone up! Hands on the wall!
Hands above your fucking head! Turn around!
-Then I... -Police! Hands above your head! Now!
Everyone, hands up! Let's go. Hands on your head!
-Anyone else in the house? -Nobody...
Base, do you copy?
-I lost him. This is a labyrinth. -Fuck!
It's a fucking kid!
A fucking kid!
A hundred people up there to catch one kid!
Dom!
Come!
If the cops don't catch him, I'm fucked.
This shit's gonna fall back on me.
They won't leave empty-handed. Fuck!
No, honey. Calm down. We're fine, okay?
They won't break the deal. Too much money.
-Shut up... -Relax.
Shut up, fuck!
Fuck!
Yo, boss. Dom took off.
And you didn't do anything?
Nothing I could do. They came shooting.
-By helicopter! -Don't screw with me!
Go after him and keep me posted!
Move, now! Stop staring at me with that dumb look!
This playboy is crazy.
The police are taking over everything.
-I'm fucked. -No, babe. Calm down.
Chill. Dom knows what he's doing. He's smart.
-He knows what he's doing? -Stop it!
If he knows, I know too.
-Don't test me. -Stop!
Don't test me because this time, there won't be a trick to save you.
You listening, bitch?
-You listening, bitch? -Get off me!
Go, go, go.
Dom!
There's the van. Check it out.
-Stop. Turn it off. -Easy, it's just a surf class.
Turn it off. Did I ask you anything? Everybody, out.
-Everybody, out of the van -The dude said to get out.
-What for? -Everybody, out of the fucking van!
I think a tie is too formal.
No, I'm not going.
-What do you mean, Victor? -I'm not going.
-You asked Herlon for an opportunity. -No!
I didn't ask to go on air.
I asked to show the side of an addict. It's different.
I know, but who better than you to tell this story?
Hello?
What?
Now?
Fuck! Okay. All right.
Thank you.
Fuck!
-What happened? -A massive operation.
They went up Rocinha to hunt down Pedro.
-That's is what my life is, got it? -I get it. Completely.
But I don't think your anguish will solve anything.
I need to do something. I have to help Pedro.
Victor, listen to me.
There's nothing you, me or anyone can do to prevent what's already happening.
The best thing you can do right now to help your son
is to go on air,
tell your story, say that your son is an addict
and he needs treatment.
Fuck!
Look at me.
Go.
-Out of the fucking van. -It's just a class.
Hey, I know where Dom is. I'll talk.
-I'm unarmed. -Down, son of a bitch!
He's Dom's partner! Cuff him!
-I'm unarmed. Easy! -Head down! Fuck!
-I'm unarmed! -Let the van go, damn it! Go!
-Move! Go! -Fuck!
-Let's go! -Stay down!
-Stay down. -Where's Dom?
Get this bastard up!
Where the fuck is Dom?
Talk! You know you're screwed, don't you?
-Where is he? -I can take you to his place!
-He's up there... -Where?
-Tell the truth! -I'll take you there.
Is this the truth?
If you're lying, you're dead!
-I'm not lying. -You piece of shit!
Let's go, take him!
-Where? -Up there.
Go!
Clear.
Fuck!
BRAZIL - COLOMBIA BORDER 1995
-Witch's Kiss. -Devil's Garden.
-Rafa. -Victor.
My pleasure.
-Chico. -Severo.
Hi, Chico.
-Severo. -Severo.
Victor.
Here are the crops.
That's a lot of coke.
Over there is Vila Esperança.
We will have to wait a few hours.
Until it gets dark at least.
A bomb went off at home, Chico.
A bomb?
What are you talking about?
My son is addicted to this shit.
Pedro is addicted to cocaine.
Fuck!
Holy shit!
Whatever we do makes no difference.
We've tried everything.
Fourteen years old. He's only 14.
He's in rehab now.
Fuck!
What are you doing here, man?
Why aren't you there with him?
He's your son, damn it!
Heroes don't raise kids, Victor.
Hey, can you get me my stuff?
Thanks.
Xandão, it's me.
How are things up there?
Things are ugly, Dom. They're making a real mess.
Breaking into houses, searching for you everywhere.
Holy shit! Those fuckers took Quinado in!
Yeah, I know, Dom.
We just don't know where.
Try find out and let me know, okay?
Thanks, I will.
I'll lay low down here.
-Okay. -I'm at Denis' kiosk at the beach.
All right. I'll be down when things calm down.
Okay. Thanks.
Yo!
Would you sell me that shirt?
-My shirt? -Yeah, man. Here.
Gold.
All right!
Thanks, bro.
You can go.
Where is Dom?
He was here. Right here.
Why are you protecting that son of a bitch?
If it were the other way round,
he'd rat you out in a second.
Dom's not a rat.
Isn't he?
How nice of him.
You're fucked, kid. You know that, right?
Sergeant Figueira.
You remember, don't you?
You remember, right?
I know all your shit, kid.
Take this bastard to the station.
If he escapes, you're screwed!
Leave him to me, boss.
Come on, man.
-Yo, let's cut a deal. -Shut up.
Figure out the best way. I can make it work.
Holy shit, you talk too much! Get inside, go!
Boss, this kid wants to talk to you.
Sir, Colibri wants to talk to you.
Talk.
I'd like to do it in private.
I won't negotiate with you.
You wanna get played for a fool again?
Don't be naive.
Son of a bitch!
-What do you want? -You want Pedro Dom?
I have an offer.
If you want to talk to me,
alone,
unarmed,
I'll send someone to get you.
Deal?
I'll just have a word with him. I'll see you later.
Thank you.
Herlon?
Thank you for your honesty.
Thank you.
Those are the trucks with the coke.
They're leaving tomorrow.
Let's go?
Cipriano, brother!
-Rafa, how are you? -Great!
These are some Brazilian friends who came to work.
We talking today or tomorrow?
Tomorrow. Not today.
Tonight's for partying, right?
-Beer? It's on me. -Yeah, sure.
Hi, Cipriano. Thank you.
Welcome to Colombia, brother!
-Hey, Pepa? -Hi, Rafa!
-How are you? -Good.
A drink for my Brazilian friends.
-Rafa's friends are mine too. -Thank you!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
Victor.
Tomorrow is a big day for our people.
A holy day!
To Saint Peter's Day!
Hail Saint Peter!
Hooray!
-Hail Juan Calderas! -Hooray!
Pepa!
-A drink for everyone! -Yes, sir.
And you?
You!
Come back here.
I'll be straight. I want peace in my community.
-Remove your men, I'll give you Dom. -No fucking way!
I'll check everything until I find him.
You can do whatever you want.
You won't find him.
Dom escaped.
And he slipped out right under your nose.
We have it surrounded.
-You're protecting him. -I was.
I was.
But things change, right?
Look at me.
I'm a businessman.
-There's no way he could've escaped. -Really?
And the shit show his friend put on down there? What was that?
Tell me.
-What's the guarantee? -None.
None.
Do you have a better option?
Do you?
What's up, first lady?
What do you want, Faísca?
Colibri is a badass, he ended the war.
-Did they get Dom? -No. Not yet.
But Colibri gave him up and everyone's after him.
-Great. Thanks, Faísca. See you. -See you, ma'am.
Holy shit! Fuck!
Hello? Xandão?
Pay attention. Listen carefully.
You can relax.
Your son got away.
I'm just doing my job. I have nothing personal against your son.
He can't do whatever he wants in this city.
Just catching Pedro won't solve a damn thing.
-You know that. -I do.
-But he's going to pay for what he's done. -Pay?
I just want my son alive.
Got a light?
Where are you guys from?
Brazilians?
Yes.
-And why are you here? -Hi, Juan!
They're my Brazilian friends. We already talked to Cipriano.
It's all good.
Pepa!
A drink for the Brazilian friend.
Thanks.
Come on.
Come on, it's a gift.
You know what, I'll tell you a secret.
I really like Brazilians.
They're hot.
Come with me.
Another one?
My friend,
when I say you come with me,
I mean you come with me.
Let's go!
You like it, right?
I like tough guys.
Boss!
It's important, boss.
What the fuck is it?
Brazilian,
see you tomorrow.
Professor.
You've won the devil's heart, huh?
Shut up, Chico.
Gentleman, let's go.
We have to arrive before dawn. They'll be ready to unload.
See up ahead? The road's wide.
That's the landing strip.
And that's Juan's helicopter.
The Witch's Garden is here.
It's crowded, hold on.
They're unloading, they'll leave soon.
They're leaving.
Hold on!
That's it.
Now, Rafa!
Great, Rafa! Stay here to cover us.
-Chico, Severo, let's go. -Let's go.
I'll check back there.
Deal with the bodies.
There.
Holy shit!
-Any doubts we're in the right place? -Yeah, bro.
Ready to party.
Same old, Chico. Come on, your turn. Spread this out.
Let me get the gifts ready.
Let's go.
-I'll help you burn this shit. -To the ground!
Hey! Where are the keys to the warehouse?
Fuck!
Die, bastard.
Last one. We're clear.
Damn it, Severo! Deal with this one too.
Shit!
Fuck, that scared me!
Let's go.
I'll go check the other one. Let me know when you're done.
You got it, Commander.
-The fuck are you doing here? -Picking you up, get in. Quick!
Fuck!
It's so silent. All this silence is killing me.
Take it as a good sign, Victor.
If Pedro had been caught, it would be all over the news.
Where the hell is he? Fuck!
Don't go thinking nonsense.
It's quite hard, right?
Victor, the court could still see Dom's case in a different light.
I've seen it a lot.
Addicts who end up in crime get sent to a psychiatric hospital.
They are treated like patients.
Pedro still has a chance.
I'm sorry. I know you're a judge.
But I don't believe in the system.
Do you think I can go back to Rocinha?
What?
-Find another place to crash, okay? -Why?
Because Colibri ratted you out to the cops, got it?
Was it rough for you on the streets?
-It's impossible to go back to Rocinha. -Son of a bitch!
Yeah. The only option is to disappear.
-I can't run away now. -No?
Why? Come with me.
Okay. Your problem.
Because I'm going to hit the road. Do you want to see?
Look.
I cleared Colibri's hideout. It's all here. All of it.
There's one more thing.
Since you're staying...
-Handle this for me. -What's that?
Read it. Just take it.
This can fuck up Colibri's life.
You're smart, huh?
I told you, right?
About my magic tricks.
Look.
You like it, right?
-Hey... -What?
Won't you offer me some?
What can you offer me in return?
You want this?
Now take off your shirt.
Go on.
Take it off.
Fuck me!
Want a drag?
Hey.
What's the matter?
Have you tried to stop?
Yes.
Many times.
But I never manage to.
Why?
I have to stop.
I've got lung cancer.
Fuck!
Severo, get over here!
-Holy shit. -What the fuck is that?
Use the radio, report what we've found.
-All set, let's go. -Witch Commander.
-Take a look, Chico. -Fuck!
Commander?
-I can't get a signal in here. -What's that, bro? God!
See if there's anything else.
-Witch Commander, do you copy? -Operating base, we copy.
We found cocaine and a shitload of money. What do we do?
Go to the helicopter. Let's end this. Go!
-Got it. -Colombia, come with me. Let's go!
Holy shit! Severo!
New orders, Commander.
Eliminate Calderas as quickly as possible,
burn the drugs and leave the money.
-Command's coming in person. -Fuck! They're crazy!
The motherfuckers want the money!
-I'll talk to them. -They'll be here in 30.
Copy?
Anyone copy?
All set, Colombia!
Attention, Commander, explosive ready!
I've left a surprise for those motherfuckers.
Blow this up and wait for them to get here.
In position, Rafa.
Get ready, Chico. Whenever you want.
Kiss the witch in hell!
Excellent, Chico.
That will get Juan Calderas' attention.
BRAZIL ON THE FRONT LINE
Why do boys and girls who have always had everything
get caught up in organized crime?
In the dark of the night,
a young man roams the streets in designer clothes
and turns an entire city into an arena of fear.
He's Pedro Dom, the most wanted robber in Rio de Janeiro.
Our team talked to the young man's father,
who, for the first time, tells his whole story.
Pedro was born with a light.
Handsome. Charismatic.
Intelligent. Very intelligent.
He could have been whatever he wanted if it wasn't...
As a police officer, I saw drugs in a different way.
Now, as the father of an addict, I've had to reconsider.
I feel ashamed...
to have let all of this happen.
I feel guilty.
I feel defeated.
It seems like whatever you do to help an addict,
it's never enough.
It's useless.
But I keep believing that I'll be able to save Pedro.
What does it take for someone to stop using?
We spoke to a young woman who managed to quit drugs and leave crime behind.
I was a young girl.
I had a nice family, a military father.
And then a charming, handsome, intelligent guy came along.
Pedro manipulated me.
He uses people, you know.
I wasn't the only one.
He abandoned his best friend when the guy needed him the most,
and the guy died from an overdose.
He left his wife and daughter.
What kind of person would leave his own daughter?
I put this life of crime behind me.
I found Jesus.
God willing, I'll keep it that way, I'll live my reformed life.
Unfortunately, some people are born to do harm.
For me, Dom is one of them.
What is addiction?
It is a defect...
that corrupts you...
that turns you evil.
It's a disease.
Addiction is...
a foretold tragedy.
Yo, hide over there.
Now!
What are we going to do?
I have no fucking idea.
I want to blow this shit up.
Almost two days since they took him.
I'm sure Quinado is in there, bro.
Fuck it!
-I'm going in. -I'll go with you.
No. You cover me.
-Come on. -Fucking stay here!
If I don't come back, get out of here.
Here, take this with you.
Be careful, okay?
Let's go. Hurry. You'll fuck me up, damn!
Dump this motherfucker in the bay.