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THIS SERIES IS A FICTIONAL WORK

IT DOESN'T REPRESENT
REAL EVENTS OR PEOPLE

In the slum,
sayings often work backwards.

After the calm, comes the storm.

It's over.

When things are too peaceful,
too quiet...

My God.

...you should be worried.

Hit the fucking gas.

Go! Go!

Ocimar!

That chicken is for you, bitch!

Let's fucking go!

What the fuck is that, Li'l Foot?

Motherfucker!

INSPIRED BY FERNANDO MEIRELLES' FILM
"CITY OF GOD"

BASED ON "CITY OF GOD",
A NOVEL BY PAULO LINS

CITY OF GOD
THE FIGHT RAGES ON

She's dirty
They call her thug

People know
Not to mess with her

Put it in when I tell you to

Is that all you have?

It's what you saw at Curió's party.
You were there, right?

We get on the stage and that's it.

There's no secret.

Damn it.

Leka's troop
We don't play around

Visionary black woman
Working for them bucks

We are from the slum
We have talent to spare

So pay attention, boss
Because we're trendsetters

That how it is
I ask respectfully

Change your views
Get rid of your prejudice

Nobody beats us at improvisation

Cidão, show him
We make the beat

Great, right?

Okay, sure.

I'll think about it.

But here's the thing...

Are you up for the job?

I'm fucked if you cancel
every time there's a shooting.

We'll figure it out. We always do.

Shit. It's taking forever.

- Have you been waiting for long?
- More than an hour.

Are you going to the City of God?

Everything's stopped.

Things are getting ugly again.

- Fuck me.
- That sucks.

- Hi.
- What's up?

Great. You're our hero, Mr. Rocket.

- It's Wilson.
- Wilson.

Sure. Come on in.

Thanks. Excuse me.

There's food in the fridge,
sandwiches...

There's a mattress there.

There's towels,
if you want to take a shower.

Make yourselves at home.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

This house is huge.

I'm freaking starving,
but look at what I found.

Leka, you've never told us
your father's into music.

There's a pile of records.

No way.

- Do you know what this is?
- What?

It's a goddamn rarity.

Let's listen to it.

Have you never been here?

Things seem serious between you.
You don't even call him Dad.

Let her be, Koral.

He knocked up my mom and left.

When she died,
he left me with my grandma.

Does that sound like a father?

That's it.
PQD is leading this operation.

They're coming in hot. Bloodthirsty.

So what do we do?

We go in calmed and disciplined.

Shoot to kill.

Don't harass residents,
and don't shoot innocents.

- I want Ocimar alive.
- That's it.

It's a surgical strike.

We'll have to be smart to catch them.

It's got to be synchronized.

Everyone at the same time.
We all go together.

My crew is going to be here,
hiding by the stores.

It's okay. We're not going to hurt you.

We're going to wait for those fuckers
to get to the swamp.

Junior, you'll take Bariri.

ZeroOnze, you'll take the parallel.

And you all wait for me to shoot first.

God bless.

- Yeah! That's it.
- Let's go.

It's time.

Can't you sleep either, sweetie?

Do you know his name?

Carlos Miguel.

He was a character.

His dream was to play in Europe.

Everyone in the slum laughed at him,
but he didn't care.

You know...

I wonder how his mom felt

seeing this picture in the newspaper.

Let's go.

Let's go.

- Keep moving.
- Watch my six.

It's time, guys. God bless.

Get ready.

CH, to the flat roof.

Osama, to the alley.

Did you hear him?

Let's go.

Quiet. We're taking
this motherfucker by surprise.

Don't kill the rat.

Curió wants him alive.
Do you understand? Alive.

Wait for my orders.

You and CH are staying
to secure the place.

ZeroOnze, go around
and get in his backyard.

- Junior, you come with me.
- Let's go.

Let's go.

HOLY BIBLE

What the fuck are you doing?

What's wrong with you, ZeroOnze?

Say something!

What part didn't you understand?
Curió wanted him alive.

This motherfucker was going
to let him escape. What's up?

We're fucking criminals.

What the fuck is going on here?

- Answer me.
- Tell him! Come on.

Gather our men and go to the 33rd.
Your father's there.

Your father needs you.

- We're not fucking around!
- Come on!

What is it?

Say it.

I was on the main street,
on New Year's Eve...

A Chevette showed up.

Stop right there!

I shot to warn them! I did.

But the guy didn't stop! He didn't!

So I unloaded on them.

I unloaded.

When I went to check it...

It was Ocimar!

Wasn't he in a coma? That's why!

But his wife and daughter
were in the car.

The girl died with her eyes open!
Looking at me!

She was looking at me!

He tried to find out
who was on guard, but Curió...

He kept it a secret.

Then Ocimar lost his faith
and became a criminal!

I did everything I could
to avoid him, PQD.

Have fucking faith.

Let's go.

Have faith.

I want PQD's head today.

Not tomorrow or another day!

I want it today! Fuck!

We shot at him and missed.
He's like a fucking ninja.

Or bullets go around him.

He's like a goddamn ghost.

- He appears one second, then he's gone.
- Fuck that.

He's made of flesh and blood,
like you and me.

He must have a weakness.

- His wife.
- No, Li'l Foot.

- Leave Berenice out of this.
- Why?

I don't want her involved
in her husband's shit.

Now it's personal.

Motherfucker.

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

He's not paying us?
Does he think we're his slaves?

Just for now,
because he's investing in marketing.

Marketing?

We're walking through shootings

to sing and dance for free
for a bunch of crackers?

Spare me, Maria Aparecida.

- Don't call me that.
- Lower your voice.

There's a war going on,
and the princess wants to choose?

I'm the princess.

I hate it when you argue.

I'll stop it right now
if you promise to pay my bills.

Do you, bitch?

There's no money now, but there will be.

They're investing.

Investing in what?

What are they investing in?
Are we going to get paid in beer?

Half a bag of peanuts? Fuck that!

Are we going to dance
for stray bullets forever?

You have to play the game.

The thing is...

I don't get that game
where only crackers win.

What's up, girl?

What's with the face?

Just sold my soul to the Devil.

Actually, no. I gave it up for free.

What happened?

We signed a contract
with a fucking playboy...

I'm going home.

- And you shouldn't be here.
- Why?

Look around you.
Did you grow balls of steel?

- No one messes with me.
- Yeah?

When can I see you?

Are you blind?

Come on, Leka.

Just the two of us.

I miss our conversations.

- Just that?
- Maybe some other things.

I have to perform for free
for those fucking playboys.

It's in Botafogo.

You can come if you want,
then we'll see.

- Okay.
- Okay then.

Whoa.

Don't do that.

We're complicated. You know that.

Hi, Mom. You all right? I'm going in.

Don't. It's empty.

What about Amanda?

Curió and his family left.

Now it's all or nothing.

He's betting it all on this project.

- There can be no mistakes.
- You're right.

- I can try to get the documents...
- Don't try. Do it.

- Yes, sir.
- Just do it.

Of course.

Secretary.

- What's your statement?
- A few words.

What is the State going to do
about the conflict in the City of God?

The police,
and the good citizens of Rio,

have their hands tied.

The bureau does its best,
but when we do our job,

we're criminalized by the press,

and by human rights institutions.

Doesn't the State need
more effective measurements?

Of course.

There are many who defend criminals.

The life of a police officer
is worthless.

But kill a lowlife
and see how the world reacts.

To help Lígia investigate the militia,

I had to start from the beginning.

In the beginning,

mainstream media painted them as heroes.

The cleansing they promoted

made great headlines,
and sold lots of newspapers.

Soon politicians realized

they could win lots of votes
with the militia,

and with that, remain in power.

But, as it happens,

it wasn't enough for them
to elect just the ones they supported.

The politicians wanted votes
to gain power,

the militia wanted it to gain money,

so it went after votes
to elect their own.

In Rio, the connection
between politics and the militia

is like the chicken and the egg dilemma,

nobody knows who came first.

- What's up?
- Did you hear?

About what?

Matheus submitted your photo
of the dead musician

to the Sweden award Lennart Nilsson.

You got in.

You're up against the best.

Didn't you understand?

It's the first time
a Brazilian competes.

The publisher wants to write an article

just to issue the photo again.

It's half a page.

Who'd have known?
You didn't even know how to zoom in.

DEATH SQUAD TO TRIAL 14 YEARS LATER

TENORIO CAVALCANTI
CLAIMS TO KNOW THE SHOOTER

SOLDIERS FROM OPERATION CONCORDE
ARE DECORATED

Reginaldo's involvement with Touro
is evident.

Yeah, both uncle and nephew.

It's not news.

We need new facts,

concrete evidence that connects
Touro's crimes with people in power.

Listen. Father Henrique, from Gardenia,

said he's gathering people
to talk to us.

We'll be putting
their lives at risk, Lígia.

Why did you decide to help me?

Maybe because of my ability

of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Come on, Botafogo!

Slum's queen
In baile funk

She twerks
She twerks and doesn't stop

With short shorts
She wiggles it in your face

Fake nails
Bleached body hair

She's desired
Wherever she goes

She's strong
Got her own money

She doesn't need a man

Baile funk

She twerks
She twerks and doesn't stop

With short shorts
She wiggles it in your face

Fake nails
Bleached body hair

She's desired
Wherever she goes

She's strong
Got her own money

She doesn't need a man

Slum's queen
In baile funk

She twerks
She twerks and doesn't stop

With short shorts
She wiggles it in your face

Fake nails
Bleached body hair

She's desired
Wherever she goes

She's strong
Got her own money

She doesn't need a man

Baile funk

She twerks
She twerks and doesn't stop

With short shorts
She wiggles it in your face

That's enough. Let's go home.

What's up? Excuse me.

- Sorry.
- So hot.

Girls, seriously. This show was shit.

Boring crowd. Nobody moved or danced.

It wasn't that bad for the first time.

"It wasn't that bad."

- Spare me.
- That's precious.

Hi, girls.

We're not used
to performing outside the slum,

- but it was okay.
- It's just the beginning.

This show was a test,
to see the crowd's reaction.

So what? Did we pass the test?

I think some people had fun.

They liked it, despite everything.

Despite what?

There are a few things
we need to adjust.

There's the lyrics, and the tune.

The twerk and wiggle thing, for example.

It's old. It needs to go.

You don't need to trash men.

Avoid talking about the slum,

and there's the image issue.

What issue?

Come on.

- You're too skinny to be a dancer, man.
- I'm not a man.

There's plenty to go around.

I don't know.

Maybe we could think

about getting another dancer,
a real woman.

And you could go easy on the snacks.

Maybe we could think
about tuning you up.

Get you some breast implants.

Maybe you could shut the fuck up.
How about that?

Right?
So you won't lose your teeth.

So?

I like it.

When you shut up, you're a poet.

Fuck you.

So you're absolutely sure
no one will know I said this?

I won't say your name, Felipe.
Don't worry.

I'm taking pictures of your back,
feet and hands.

- What about the face?
- No.

I want to depict the story,
not the people.

- That's right.
- Understood?

- You can trust him.
- Are you sure, Father?

Come on.

Go on.

It's been about eight years

since my father opened
a pastry and sugar cane juice stand

near the square, you know?

Then those guys
just took over the place.

They started to collect a percentage,
like the church's tithing.

They said it's to protect us
from crime and all.

What do you think about them?

I liked it at first. It felt safer.

Things were peaceful for a while.

Then they told me
they were selling my place.

I couldn't say no.

Now they're there,
using gas and the internet.

How long has that been going on?

I saved money for seven years
to buy an apartment.

I paid for it,
but when I was about to move in,

the city hall demolished the building.

Something about
environmental protection.

I thought everything was okay,
but it wasn't.

They built it in a forbidden area.

What did you do?

What could I do?

They killed Mrs. Odília's boy
on my front door.

He was a nice guy.

Worked as a mototaxi.

He smoked weed,
but didn't mess with anyone.

I saw the whole thing, because...

I was getting home from work.

I got home a little later,
because of my job.

When I turned around the corner,

they were beating him up.

He had just bought that motorcycle.

His wife was pregnant.

They took her from their home
to watch her husband die.

- Give it up!
- My purse!

You scared me to death, Touro.

Calm down.

This is Rio de Janeiro.

You can't slip up.

You were the one who told me
this place is peaceful.

- I believed you.
- But it is.

There is no safer place.

Got it. Now give me my purse.

Is there something wrong?

This is Horácio.

- He's helping me with the NGO.
- Yeah.

He'll teach computing.

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

Yeah, maybe not.

You all look the same.

- We have to go, right?
- Yes.

What about that beer?

I can't today.
But some other time, for sure.

Motherfucker.

They pulled his nails off,

then shot him in the ear.

I can still smell the blood.

There are many others like him.

Is this all?

We need something solid.

I can't open an investigation
based on this.

I got this at city hall.

The name of some supporters
of Israel's campaign.

They play dirty, and don't play to lose.

There's big shots from gambling rings.

There's some gringos
pressing to allow casinos.

Can you believe it?

There's probably a lot more.

The worst probably
isn't even accounted for.

When Reginaldo paid tribute
to Touro in Alerj,

things got ugly.

Three days later nobody talked about it.

In the last election,
Reginaldo's son had total support.

He got all the votes.

The thing is we can't link Reginaldo
or his funders to any crime.

At most we can prove
that they know each other.

We need someone

who's willing to show his face
and testify.

BLOCK 2

There's the motherfucker!

Fuck! Go! Go! Go!

- Come on, Junior!
- Let's go!

Motherfucker!

Shit, Junior!

Let's go!

Go on.

Let's go.

Fuck! ZeroOnze.

Fuck.

Motherfucker.

Up there, Junior. There.

No!

Fuck, man!

Shit! Are you insane?
Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

I'm not your fucking nanny!

Stay here!

Motherfucker!

Come on! Up there!

Bitch!

This is for Curió!

Fucking shoot them!

Come on, brother!

You're done.

Drop your fucking gun.

You're done.

Drop your gun. It's over.

It's over man. Do as he says.

What the fuck?
They had already surrendered.

Do I look like a cop to take in thugs?

- This is our fucking corner!
- Yeah!

I told you! You're playing with fire!

You should have put a bullet
in that old man's head!

Li'l Foot.

Get things ready. We're leaving.

- You got it.
- Where are you going? Are you insane?

I'm going to fix things, Crazy.

They're there. It's too dangerous.

According to some researches,
gringos are scared.

What are you doing here?

Excuse me.

I'm here to talk to you,
because I now you're reasonable,

and you worry about our community.

I would have won this war, Berenice,

if your man wasn't in Curió's side.

It's none of my business.

He's not my man anymore.

Do you know how many have died
since he got into this shit?

And more people are going to die.

You know there's only one way
to put an end to this.

How?

If he joins us.

If he switches sides,
I promise you a future.

If he doesn't want to,
he'll have to leave my slum.

I've always had respect for you.

You know things
are my responsibility now.

You get it.

Don't make me do
something I don't want to.

Or things are getting ugly for everyone.

Are you threatening me?

Take it however you like.

Let's go.

Come on. We're winning. Don't be cheap.

- I'm betting 200 reais on this.
- You know, right?

- Give me more.
- You cut it. Come on.

- But 300 reais?
- Yeah, man.

PQD, we fucking showed it to them!

We rocked those fuckers.

This is Curió's corner.

Don't you dare try and take it.

That motherfucker deserves
a bullet right in the eye. Right, boss?

Fuck that. No more killing in my slum.

- You're the boss.
- That's right.

I want to kill my nostalgia.

PQD, get the guys ready.

I want to visit Martinha and the girls.

Junior, go get the photos Rocket took.

You're missing your old lady.

It's too risky, boss.

Bradock is pissed.

We should wait
for things to settle down.

Bradock is pissing himself.

He's not showing his face here.
He's too scared of you.

Speaking of pissing himself,

some guys
disappear during the shootings.

Like smoke.

ZeroOnze, how many shots did you fire?

Zero.

Listen up, guys.

ZeroOnze's nickname just changed.
Now he's Ostrich.

When it's time to shoot,
he hides his head in the ground.

Come on!

Now you lay eggs, ZeroOnze?
What the fuck?

Come on, guys.

Go easy on him.

Sometimes we all wake up paranoid,
fucked up in the head.

PQD knows how to dig ZeroOnze's
head out of the ground.

- You go, Ostrich!
- Good one.

- Ostrich!
- You mad?

Weed's not good for you.

His name now is ZeroZero.

- What's up, Berê?
- I want to talk to PQD.

Listen up.

The hairdresser is here to talk to PQD.

- Send her up.
- Go on.

You were always proud
of being a soldier.

You've even won medals.

God, it makes no sense
for you to get involved with criminals.

You're better than that.

You were always on the right side.

That's why I fell for you.

Berê...

It's almost over.

It's going to be over soon.

Bradock went after me.

What?

What do you mean, Berenice?

What do I mean?

He said that if you don't side with him
in this fucking war,

Cidão and I will pay for it.

I can't believe that fucker
had the balls to say that to you.

He's got another thing coming for him
if he doesn't do as I say.

I'll kill that motherfucker.

Got a lighter?

Listen, what's with that guy
helping the old man?

- PQD?
- Yeah.

He's from the City of God.

He was in the military. Paratrooper.
He's tough as hell.

- There's no getting around him?
- What do you mean?

Everyone has a price, right?

Not PQD. He's too proud.

I've known him since we were kids.

And he just came out of nowhere?

- Who was in charge before?
- ZeroOnze.

ZeroOnze?

Tell me more about him.

What's up, guys? How you doing?

God bless, Grandma.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Your daughter is really cute.

And her name is beautiful. Maria Clara.

Spit it out.

Grandma, please.
Get the baby and take a walk.

Let her be.

She's so calm. Just fell asleep.

- She'll wake up.
- Go on.

Give her to me.

You're a nice guy.

You're a family man.

You deserve a better place
to take care of her.

Don't you think?

When Bradock takes over,
your men have three options.

I'm sure you don't want to end up
in a cemetery.

"When Bradock takes over"?

The wind is in our favor.

I need help changing that.

You know what's the thing, Jerusa?

I've known Curió forever.

He's not too grateful for your loyalty.

Am I wrong?

I should kill you right here.

I'd be a hero.

You do anything to me,
and your daughter's dead.

Shit.

I came here to offer
the opportunity of a lifetime,

and you point your gun at me.

Lower that shit!

- What do you want?
- Intel.

Any information that helps me
put an end to Curió.

I'm not a backstabber like Bradock.

You know what happens to snitches?

Take a look at that. It's great.

How much do I owe you?

Nothing, Curió. Don't worry about that.

- Is 7,000 enough?
- No. You don't have to.

Then take 9,000.

- Take it, Rocket.
- Accept it.

You deserve it.

- What do you think?
- It's great.

I'm sorry, Curió.

You asked for all of them.
I didn't know what to do with that one.

I don't want Martinha to see this.

That's it, Rocket. Thanks.

- Thanks, Rocket.
- Okay.

ZeroOnze, go with him.

Go on.

This one is great.

- Martinha is going to cry.
- Your little princess.

Listen up. We're leaving.

Check every car and every gun.

- It's with you.
- We're on.

What's up, Junior?

- Let's go, old man.
- Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Take your vest.

Fuck. You're being paranoid.
Get that thing out of my face.

Let's go.

We're leaving. Get the cars ready.

Hold up. Just a second.

ZeroOnze, what are you doing
hanging around here?

What do you mean?

The seats are taken.

- I'm standing guard.
- Yeah?

No. You're coming with me.

Don't chicken out.

- Go on.
- What is it?

- The vest doesn't make you a cop.
- Get in the fucking car.

Just go. Everybody in their seats.

- You're not playing around.
- Fuck off, Lord.

- What's up?
- Fuck off. Help the old man.

- What happened?
- He is coming with me.

Hold this shit.

Listen up, ZeroOnze.
Don't fucking freeze again.

Keep a clear head.

- God bless!
- Let's go!

Amen. Step on the gas.

Let's go, guys.
It's time to shoot some birds.

- Let's shoot these motherfuckers.
- It's time.

Hey, it's okay.

- They're great.
- Yeah.

Turn up the volume.

You all right, boss?

I'm miss my husband!
They're here. Come here, baby.

I can't believe it.

My love.

- What's that?
- What the fuck is that?

Run!

Get them!

- Motherfucker!
- What happened?

Honey! No! Don't do that to me!

- Fuck! Dad!
- Leave now, son!

Get in the house, honey! Go in!

You're dead!

Do something, ZeroOnze!

Motherfucker!

Leave!

- Fuck!
- Get out of here, Junior! Go!

Come on!

- My love.
- Motherfuckers!

Don't leave me!

Get him!

Die, motherfucker!