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(indistinct chatter)

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(indistinct chattering)

(dogs barking)

(breathing heavily)

- (gunshot) - (grunts)

(breathing heavily)

OFFICER: I'm new at the headquarters.

I didn't see anything, I swear. I'm just following orders.

Don't do that. I have a family.

I used to have one.

(gunshot)

(intro music)

HAWKER LICENSE

Hey.

Now I have it, I'm all set.

That's cool.

I'll only turn 18 by the end of the year.

By then, I'll have five tents and one factory.

What's all that, Evandro? It's going to mess up the clients.

"Mess up the clients." This will bring my target audience.

- You know nothing. - CAMELÔ: Look.

How much, young man?

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(grunts)

(crickets chirping)

(gate unlocks, creaks open)

(solemn music)

(laughter)

ZECA: Mom.

Your blessing.

Happy birthday, son.

- You look beautiful. - You are so thin.

(laughter)

I've missed you.

(sighs, smooches)

My son.

WOMAN (on TV): Most prices surging were on food and housing.

On food, changes were...

PEDRO: Evandro!

...20.93%.

Meat's by-product, 19.30%.

PEDRO: Evandro!

- Hey. - PEDRO: What's up?

Look.

- Happy birthday. - Thank you.

- Is the other one at home? - There he is.

He is home.

That one came with a driver in a Mercedes,

34 people sitting, and 36 standing.

(laughing)

- Happy birthday. - Thanks, man.

Your brother took this freedom-at-18 thing seriously.

Didn't he?

- Let's go. - Make yourself at home.

(indistinct singing)

(applause)

(both blow)

(upbeat music)

Now it's mom's turn.

Happy birthday, my sons.

Mr. Pedro.

Let's drink to this.

(laughs)

ZECA: Hey, Mom.

Thanks, but no, son. I'm fine.

Give me that one.

ZECA: A toast.

Wait, I want a picture with my kids.

- Can you take the picture, please? - I'll do it.

Watch out.

- AFONSO: There it goes. - (camera shutter clicks)

Put that shit out. Mom's going to get pissed.

Just a small joint.

I find it better than being a waiter or a construction worker.

For sure. Workers get no money. Only bosses do.

But many people want it, and you guys ignore it.

EVANDRO: You're crazy.

Following orders every day. "Yes, sir. No, sir." Fuck that.

Get up early in the morning and people screaming at you for nothing.

No fucking way. I'm out.

You're going to be a fucking boss.

If I pass.

MARIANA: Have you been studying?

I don't need that.

He really doesn't. He was born lucky. Never studied, always got good grades.

Look at that.

I just know I was not born to have a boss.

I'm going to expand my business and be my own boss.

Nice. Right on.

You? Stop playing. You're a nobody.

Look at Silvio Santos.

He was a street vendor and is running for presidency.

But Silvio Santos was white.

But he was a street vendor.

I was not born to have a boss.

I don't want to be bossed around.

Even less by a fucking military.

I got lucky because I have myopia. I'm out.

- Really? - AFONSO: Yes.

- That's mine now, loser. - Come on.

- Fuck, man. - (laughter)

Take that back. With those round glasses, I'll be sent to the Navy.

(laughter)

You would like it, you fool.

(laughing continues)

(lively music)

Wait a minute. Where is it?

- Fuck, it's over there. - That's Parque Royal.

Stop being silly. You live here.

No, I live at Dendê.

Here they are ruthless like Saddam Hussein. You crazy?

(scoffs)

In our 18 years of friendship, have I failed you?

(laughs) Wear mommy's glasses, you sucker.

Are you coming?

- (music stops) - (man grunting)

ZECA: I've missed you.

EVANDRO: Can you draw it on the spot?

- Of course, man. - Hey.

I'll get this one. My mom is devoted to her.

- Our Lady Aparecida. - I'll get this one.

- Nice. - That's all you think about.

It'll be my lucky charm.

Give me some cachaça.

(grunts)

Doodle on me.

(moaning)

(shushing)

(giggling)

No kidding. You live at Royal's noble area.

- Look at the view. - I agree.

There is my yacht.

(both laugh)

We need to talk seriously.

About what?

(pants)

We have to solve that situation.

I've been holding on for two months,

you got arrested, and left me here alone.

With my belly growing bigger every day.

My clothes don't fit anymore.

Imagine if we had to wait more for your release.

Mariana, I'll join the Army.

It's all going to work out.

- (sighs) - I'll follow a career.

(water rippling)

Trust me, honey.

(sighs) Now come on.

Come here. Let's enjoy this day.

You can't get pregnant twice.

Do you really want to have this child?

If you do, we need to do things right.

Isn't that what you want?

So, let's do it right then.

(sighs) Trust me, my love.

Everything is going to work out.

(upbeat music)

MEN: Go!

- Come on! - Let's go!

- Nice one! - Yes!

This thing is hard.

Let's go.

Take your clothes off.

(lively music)

Gentlemen, your underwear.

Take your underwear off.

Pay attention now.

You're going to hold the tip of your dick

and place it against your stomach, got it?

You're all going to do what my assistant, Corporal Fábio, is going to do.

- Corporal Fábio, please. - Yes, sir.

That's right. Very good.

This is a nice troop.

They get it fast.

Now blow.

- Go. - (all blowing)

You guys are not worthy of a compliment.

You are all trash.

Every year I only get trash.

You're supposed to blow the air.

TAVARES: The air.

Did Corporal Fábio do what you did?

Did you blow your dick, Corporal Fábio?

- No, sir. - Corporal Fábio didn't blow his dick.

He did not.

Everybody, pay attention.

Everybody hold your own dick and yours only.

Your own dick.

And blow in the air. Not your dicks.

- Everybody, blow in the air. - (men blowing)

TAVARES: That's right.

Blow it.

That's right.

Welcome to the Brazilian Army. Get your hair cut. You're serving.

(sighs)

So?

I'm screwed.

They are taking everything that breathes.

They didn't even care about the tattoo.

- José Carlos Rocha Ferreira. - ZECA: Yes, sir.

How can I help, sir?

OFFICIAL: You can go back home.

Sir, I would like to serve.

But you're dismissed. You got left out.

How come?

Here in the Army, we don't like thugs or scoundrels.

(solemn music)

So?

Afonso Nascimento.

OFFICIAL: Have a seat.

You're not serving. The quota is too high.

ZECA: I'll figure it out.

How, Zeca?

MARIANA: Answer me.

Two fucked-up people is okay, but three...

How pessimistic.

Fuck.

MARIANA: I'll terminate it.

You're paying for it.

Look, it has to be now.

It will be dangerous for me if my belly grows bigger.

It won't be in one of those butchers. I want a doctor.

Fuck, Mariana.

I'm not a fucking tycoon.

How much is it? Do you know?

It's not cheap,

but you'll have to figure it out.

Hello, son.

What are you doing, Evandro?

Taking some candy out of the package.

What is this? Are you stealing?

No, Mom. I take some from the package, and I sell them cheaper.

It is the same for customers,

and it is much cheaper than other sellers.

Evandro, that is not right.

I'm not stealing.

Yes, you are. From other sellers.

ARLETE: The package says, "70 grams."

- But that has nothing to do... - ARLETE: Evandro.

I don't want you doing that stuff.

This is my house. I'm in charge.

Seventy grams, please.

(dance music)

(indistinct chatter)

If their Army doesn't want you, we'll take you back.

I need money.

If you think you can handle it,

we'll take you back. Start small.

Pay the cops' bribe, then we'll see what's next.

(exhales heavily)

(tense music)

(upbeat music)

Hey!

AFONSO: Hey. Check it out.

I bought it from them. Some playboy exchanged it for drugs.

Waterproof. Like a boss. (laughs)

You're doing nothing.

I'm resting. Enjoy it while the results aren't out.

(sighs) I'll pay you, man.

(clicks tongue) You're crazy.

I told you I won't be a fucking street vendor.

I'm going to college.

Study Economics to get money while I'm lying down.

- (laughing) - Like a whore, right?

What about that water with pee on it?

Hold on, man. Don't do that.

(laughs)

- Black or white? - MAN 1: White.

Black or white?

MAN 2: White.

- Thanks. - MAN 3: Black.

Even I would like a snort today.

Hurry up. Close everything. Let's go. We're fucked.

SALVADOR: Let's go!

MAN: Let's go, guys.

WILBERT: Hey.

When they leave, you let me know.

Those cops are rats. They took Bagdá's drug den down.

What a mess.

That won't happen to me.

Take Zeca with you, okay? Go.

Hey, Zeca, it's Wilbert.

Let's meet in front of Zica's.

(zipper unzips)

What the fuck? Is this it?

Man, that's all of it. It's really slow today. We didn't have a lot of profit.

- Guys at South Zone are selling too much. - Fuck the South Zone.

The South Zone can fuck itself.

Do you see that troop?

That troop has a family to take care of.

They have bills to pay, got it?

MEDEIROS: I'll allow it this time.

But next time you better bring the whole money,

or I'll fuck that shitty favela of yours.

MEDEIROS: Got it?

Yes, sir.

MEDEIROS: Let's go.

Fuck.

A lot of cash and they still complain.

Don't worry about them.

WILBERT: It's always like that.

We pay less, they complain, they make a scene, but they take it.

You can't get nervous or they'll take advantage.

Next one is on you.

Let's go.

(police car revving)

(hair clipper whirring)

Your turn.

My turn?

What do you want, man?

What's that? What are you doing? Don't touch me, man.

HERMES: I won't take this shit.

Get your hands off of me, man!

Don't touch me!

(grunts)

Don't fucking touch me!

(upbeat music)

OFFICIAL: What the fuck is happening?

Hold him!

HERMES: Get your hands off of me!

Get the fuck off me!

(music stops)

HERMES: Hey, buddy.

EVANDRO: What's up?

HERMES: Thank you so much for taking my side.

EVANDRO: No need to thank me, man.

I was waiting for a reason to do some shit.

(chuckles) Wild.

Wild.

HERMES: What's up, man?

Are you here against your own will, man?

EVANDRO: I am.

My brother wanted this and got left out.

My friend got away, and I ended up here.

I ain't got much to lose out there.

- Do you? - EVANDRO: I do.

This shit is holding me back.

(chuckles)

At least they didn't touch your hair. All bald.

They did you a favor, right, man?

Ugly ass hair.

- (both laughing) - Come on, man.

EVANDRO: Peace.

Peace, man.

EVANDRO: Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,

- thirty-three, thirty-three... - OFFICIAL: Go fuck yourself.

...thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six,

- thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight... - OFFICIAL: Fuck, come on.

...thirty-nine. Come on, man.

You ladies were sleeping together.

Are we dismissed already?

From punishment, yes. But you'll be back tomorrow.

(indistinct muttering)

And you funny guy...

you'll only leave after cleaning all the rifles in this place.

Better yet...

you'll clean them for the whole week.

You guys thought you'd be dismissed that easily?

This is for you to learn.

OFFICIAL: The more shit you do,

the longer you stay here.

You can go now.

Are you okay, champion?

(upbeat music)

- All right. - That's it.

EVANDRO: This helped with nothing.

Ask the tattoo artist for a refund.

- (mumbles) - And how is life over there?

We've just left jail.

- Shit is crazy. And you? - Fuck.

I've just got into college.

Economics at UERJ. He's got brains.

That's a fucking clever guy.

Today is on you then.

- Sure. Can I have one more, please? - Ten.

- Put it on the tab. - This shit is giving me luck.

That's right, man.

(gun firing)

That's what I'm talking about.

If that was a pig, he would be down.

- Go on. You shoot. - All right.

Turn that shit around. Are you fucking kidding?

- Sorry. - Go on. Shoot.

- (gun fires) - (laughs)

You're such a loser. Give me that shit. (laughs)

(guns firing)

Fuck, man.

Was that your first time?

- (mumbles) - You're a good shooter.

For real, man. Fucking beautiful.

Shut the fuck up and focus, you two.

(whistle blows)

(guns firing)

ZECA: Relax. I'll get the money.

MARIANA: Yes, you will.

And you know why? You're running out of time.

Next week I'll be 12 weeks.

- Do you have any idea? - Chill, babe.

That's what I'm working for. I'll get the money.

Hey, this is not a joke.

This is not a joke, Zeca.

Mariana, Mariana.

(indistinct chattering)

(sighs)

Zeca is so ugly, his girl rejects him.

(laughter)

(knocks on door)

EVANDRO: Good afternoon.

I'm Arlete's son. I was nearby and came to get her.

One minute, please.

- BOY: Arlete. - ARLETE: Yes.

BOY: Mom didn't tell me you were leaving early. The house is packed.

Did you make dinner?

ARLETE: But you didn't ask for it.

BOY: Why do you think I bought all that?

Fuck.

Dumb as fuck. Just go away.

I'll just order pizza.

(Evandro exclaims)

Cool it down. Don't talk to my mom like that.

Evandro.

What?

Keep it cool. Can't you see I'm in the Army?

BOY: My dad is a Colonel, man.

Do you want your mom to lose her job?

Fucking dumbass black people.

- What did you say, man? - What?

EVANDRO: What?

What was that for?

Fucking stop already.

(upbeat music)

(TV playing)

Mom, is Zeca never around anymore?

EVANDRO: Mom.

Mom, you were barely getting paid.

To be humiliated? Is that right?

You don't need a boss.

(sighs) I'm going to bed.

Good night. Please close the doors.

Your blessing.

(exhales)

(foreboding music)

What the fuck?

What are you doing, Evandro?

Are you involved in a gang, man?

Lower your fucking voice.

That's not mine. It's from a friend of mine.

From a friend, my ass.

- Friend, my ass. - Calm down, man.

You turned 18, boy.

Do you think you can handle prison?

- I fucked up, man. - What did you do?

Mariana is pregnant,

and she doesn't want it.

I needed money for the abortion.

I got in, did my thing, and left. It's all right.

(grunts)

Fuck.

ARLETE: Everything all right in there?

You keep doing shit, Zeca.

You want to kill Mom with a broken heart?

You saw how she was when you got caught.

Fuck, you're better than that.

(breathes heavily)

(dog barking)

(foreboding music)

You're supposed to sell it, not snort it.

(coughs, sniffs)

I'm sorry, Salvador.

- (laughs) - ZECA: I'm super tired.

I'm fucking with you.

Here you go. Your payment.

Thanks.

SALVADOR: What's up?

Nothing.

SALVADOR: Put the stuff in there.

How do I open this shit?

SALVADOR: Take it.

Here.

Gather up, platoon.

(water flowing in distance)

Here is the thing.

We'll need to get to the hostage.

Back here is a ravine.

- Soares and you... - Wait a minute.

- We go this way. They'll be waiting on us. - Yes.

Listen here.

Is that how we trained you?

If we keep the group together, we outnumber them.

Soares and you go first.

Ferreira and Conceição, stay at the rear.

- Jungle! - SOLDIERS: Brazil!

Let's go then.

Wait. We're not going.

What the hell are you doing?

I don't want to clean bathrooms.

I want to be a Colonel's driver. Easy life.

Let's go this way and we take the river. Much better.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, this is it.

- Take it easy. - What, man?

Wait for the shooting to start, or they'll see us going.

(guns firing in distance)

(guns firing)

OFFICIAL: Shit.

Don't you feel embarrassed?

You need to get your asses kicked.

(guns firing)

- SOLDIER 1: Infantry! - SOLDIER 2: Yeah!

(soldiers cheering)

- SOLDIER 3: Infantry! - What are you celebrating?

You still have to carry the fucking hostage.

Come on!

Have you fucking zoned out, dude?

No.

Take this money away. Too much money laying around.

Be careful, because that shit belongs to the cops.

(indistinct chatter)

(door opens, closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(water flowing)

(grunts)

MARIANA: So?

Here is the money.

No fucking way.

That's not an exam, Zeca.

You're coming with me.

I am, Mariana, but I can't today.

Why?

MARIANA: That's not a joke, Zeca.

Mariana, that cash didn't fall from the sky.

So we'll go tomorrow.

But take that cash with you. I don't want this at home.

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking in distance)

EVANDRO: Hey, man.

Where are the guys in charge?

They've been hiding since early in the morning.

Salvador isn't there?

Not even him.

Thanks.

(mumbling)

(clattering)

(mumbles)

- (knocks on door) - (exhales)

LOIRA: One moment.

Good morning.

- Is Salvador home? - What do you want?

I have to give him something.

I don't know where that son of a bitch is.

He must be chasing some whore.

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(breathing heavily)

MAN: Zeca!

- Zeca! - What?

MAN: There are people waiting for you down there.

Fine. I'll be there in a minute.

(zipper unzips)

Fuck.

Finally! Where's that punk that hangs around with you?

I'm in charge today.

You stupid.

Man, are you kidding me?

- Come on. - Are you kidding?

- No. - You keep me waiting for an hour

and you bring that little money.

- I just follow orders. - You follow orders?

And who do I complain to? It's only you here.

Give us a month, and maybe we can give even more.

A month! Aren't you guys screwed?

(tense music)

How will you pay this month and the next one?

Are you fucking lying to me?

I'm not, boss.

(music plays over speech)

(music stops)

(somber music)

(dramatic hiphop music)

(music stops)

Our Father in heaven,

hallowed be Your name.

Your kingdom come.

Your will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

(people praying continues in distance)

Take this away, please.

But, ma'am, it's from Salvador.

Take that shit away.

ARLETE: Get out.

(sobbing softly)

I want justice for my son.

(ominous music)

(sobbing softly)

(sniffles)

(breathes deeply)

Did you call for me, Salvador?

SALVADOR: Let's talk a little, Evandro.

You know I really cared about your brother.

- I've known you two since you were kids. - Yes.

I don't know what your brother was thinking.

What do you mean?

Your brother took some of the cops' money.

That's being charged on me.

You know how things work around here.

You guys inherit the debt.

But because of grief, I'll wait a while for you and your mom.

EVANDRO: Not my mom, Salvador.

That's my debt.

Hear me out.

I don't want you to have to pay.

You know how we do things around here, don't you?

(suspenseful music)

(solemn music)

(crickets chirping)

(foreboding music)

I know what it's like growing up without a dad.

(sobs)

MARIANA: I can't stop thinking about him.

Me neither.

Mariana, you'll have to leave town.

EVANDRO: Start over. Don't draw attention with the money.

He really liked you.

(crying)

(indistinct chattering in distance)

Give me another one.

I won't sell to you anymore. You've drunk enough.

Go fuck yourself.

(solemn music)

You people killed my son.

Come on, ma'am.

You killed my son in cold blood.

Ma'am, we didn't kill anyone.

You shitty killers!

You killed my son!

Calm down. You're just nervous.

Tell me what happened.

Want to die too, you son of a bitch?

MEDEIROS: Let's go, Casanova.

Leave that woman alone.

(sobbing) I really want to die, you son of a bitch.

They killed my son.

(sniffles)

(guns firing)

Hey, man. Is it happening?

It's up to you.

Something's got to give. I'm in.

- (whistle blows) - (guns firing)

FLAMMABLE MATERIAL

(door closes)

The time has come, man.

- What's up? - Leave it on.

What, man?

You even shit wearing them. Leave it on.

- Come on, man. - It will be too obvious.

I'll give you a new one, all right?

(loud thud)

Are you okay?

Corporal.

- I'm taking the car to the Colonel. - I wasn't informed.

EVANDRO: I'm late.

BRANDÃO: I'll have to search the car. The Colonel can wait.

(sighs)

(indistinct shouting in distance)

It's a fucking goal!

Fuck, they scored one on us.

Brandão, open that shit, or I'm going to be late.

Or do I have to tell him you held me back for the game?

(upbeat music)

(engine revs)

SALVADOR: How did you get this, Evandro?

EVANDRO: I got it from the Army.

To pay my brother's debt.

To pay your brother's debt? It's done.

There are three more like this.

EVANDRO: If you want them...

I don't want money for it.

At the favela, nothing is free.

It's personal, Salvador.

What's up, Evandro. What's the deal?

The officers who killed my brother,

I want them dead.

You know there's no coming back from that shit?

My brother won't be back too.

You want a fucking war?

Salvador.

It's not the first time Command has killed a jerk cop.

You know that.

(dogs barking in distance)

What do you want in return?

(indistinct chattering in distance)

Permission.

TAVARES: So that's what happened.

You were shooting,

got beaten, and can't remember shit.

Sir, I remember cleaning the guns,

but I don't remember getting beaten or anything.

(sighs)

A while after that, a Jeep left

with Soldier Evandro.

Did you check that?

Yes, sir, I did. There was nothing.

It has got to be Soldier Evandro.

HERMES: Sir, I don't think he did it.

He is your buddy.

I don't think it was Evandro, sir.

He would not do this to me. Look.

He wouldn't beat me up.

That is thug stuff, with all due respect.

Who was in security that day?

CABO: It was Fonseca.

Call him and Evandro.

Recruit Evandro still hasn't shown up, Sergeant,

and didn't even bring the car back.

(sighs)

(solemn music)

Mom.

Mom.

Zeca.

It's me, Mom.

What's that on your face, Mom?

Nothing, Evandro. Leave me alone.

- Have you been drinking? - ARLETE: No.

MEDEIROS: Of course it doesn't have to be all today. We'll respect grief.

Yes, there's grief.

But if it is possible to have something...

- What's your name? - Afonso.

So, Afonso, if it's possible...

People were shocked by his death.

It was a fuss. A woman was killed because of the rifles.

- They're discussing guns. - I didn't know Dendê had rifles.

It's not too much. Just five...

Fuck. Five is a lot.

But no one wants rifles anymore.

Or dead guys.

But to solve this, they have to pay. You know, we take them all.

Everything gets peaceful, at least for a while.

Can you show them?

- They're in the car. Let's go. - Sure.

We just want peace, you know?

(tense music)

Didn't you say five?

- How many are there? - There are three.

- Fuck. I fucked up. - You really did.

- Not a good way to start. - It was me.

I told them cops are stupid as fuck.

- Say that again. - (gunshot)

- (gunshot) - (groans)

(tense music)

EVANDRO: Leave him there.

Leave him.

- Don't you like being a coward? - Don't...

- Do you like cowardly stuff? - MEDEIROS: Please don't.

(groaning)

Look at me! You killed my brother, you son of a bitch!

You killed my brother, you son of a bitch!

Fucking look at me!

(grunting)

You son of a bitch!

(screams in anger)

(screams in anger)

(grunts)

(gunshot)

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- (gunshot) - (groans)

(groaning) I'm new at the headquarters.

I didn't see anything, I swear.

OFFICER: I'm just following orders. Don't do that, please.

I have a family.

I used to have one.

(gunshot)

(breathes heavily)

(indistinct chattering)

Are you crazy? You piece of shit!

You're killing cops in my hills, you son of a bitch?

(upbeat music)