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Check, check.

Hello. Testing.

Is it recording?

By this time tomorrow, I'll probably be dead.

Wrapped in a black bag in a drawer at the morgue.

You know what?

That doesn't sound bad to me.

Holy shit! Help!

Get the fuck down!

- Go! - Take this!

Hey, fuck!

Son of a bitch!

The only shitty thing about dying is that when your heart stops,

your memory goes too.

Poof. It's gone.

You're gonna die, motherfucker!

Fuck! Go!

Fucking blast 'em!

It's all ours, goddamn it!

Now you're fucked, motherfucker!

- Move! - What happened, John?

Holy shit.

Move!

Fuck them up!

Light 'em up!

Whenever the cops enter the favela, their version always makes the news.

This time, someone's going to hear mine.

Fucking shoot!

Get back in fucking position!

Get out of there, boss! Are you fucking crazy?

You're going to fucking die!

I'm going to die, but this tape will stick around.

And every time someone presses "play" and hears this story,

a piece of the love I had will live again.

Fire!

Cover me, damn it!

You know when it seems like your life could become a movie?

Well, that's what happened to me.

Nice to meet you. I'm Rebeca.

OUTLAW

CHAPTER 1 8 O'CLOCK SOAP OPERA

Let's start from the beginning.

My first memory in life is in Copacabana.

Count to ten.

My mom worked in a huge apartment.

I was a rich girl.

It was a life out of a soap opera.

Rebeca, where are you? Do you copy?

Rebeca.

Rebeca!

But that's the thing. Soap operas eventually end.

My mom only had one day off a month.

That's when we went back to Rocinha.

Calm down, girl.

Hi, Grandma. God bless you.

God bless, Bequinha.

And that's where Weasel was, that damn old addict.

My dad's mom, another degenerate.

I don't even remember his face.

Come here, girl.

Mommy has to go work.

The missus says no kids. Come look at the toy she sent you.

- I don't want a toy. - Look how cool it is. It's big, huh?

I have to go. Your grandma will check on you occasionally.

Mommy loves you, okay?

- I'm coming. - Take care.

No!

- Let go. - I won't.

Don't open for anyone, you hear?

Mom!

Don't open for anyone.

Count to ten.

The missus says no kids.

God bless.

My mom came back less and less.

She left me to raise her boss's kid for a shit salary.

I only understood that when I was much older.

In reality, I was raised by Rocinha.

It showed me everything good and bad.

Big Mouth.

BIG MOUTH

Gigi.

Sad Face.

SAD FACE

Sad Face, cocaine, weed,

and drinks for everyone.

Hey, Sad Face.

- Didn't count. - Did too.

- Can I play? - You don't even know how.

Yes, I do. Better than you.

Dude.

I knew we'd be together forever.

VULTURE

But it didn't have to be like this.

Am I playing or not?

Not on my team.

So come play on ours.

Come on. Go ahead.

- Go. - Go. It's mine.

What the hell, man?

No one cheated.

When we got hungry,

we huffed glue to make it go away.

I remember that it was good.

Who says you can't choose your family?

That was the family I chose.

Very different from my blood relatives.

Hey, my man.

Thanks.

Three jobs.

The wheel's spinning.

You lost, ma'am. Go on.

Next number...

B15.

- Enough, ma'am. - Bingo!

Come on. Let's talk to Amoroso.

Grandma?

Look how pretty she is.

Take the girl.

- Come with Uncle. Come. - Let go!

Come on.

Quiet.

Come on.

Everything in Rocinha was different back then.

Sweet Bookie was in charge of the favela. He had people arrested and released.

He ran the whole fucking favela.

And thanks to my grandma, he ran my life too.

CHAPTER 2 AMOROSO

It's just... You could give me a little more.

- You like that? - This isn't much. I need more.

More? Here.

- You want more? - More. Yes.

More? Here.

Let go!

Relax, little girl.

- It's okay. Come here. - She'll get over it soon.

Another one, Zildo?

Listen.

This girl cost Amoroso a lot of money.

He wants you to feed and bathe her.

At this age?

Go with Joana. Go, Rebeca.

She'll take care of you. Go on.

Bye.

This here,

this is Amoroso's house.

Now you are one of his girls.

That's your bed.

Lie down.

I thought you'd never wake up.

What's your name?

- Rebeca. - Rebeca.

Look, Rebeca. You're gonna take a bath and put on some nice clothes.

Later, you'll come with me, okay?

Luana, can you change the girl for me?

Who is that lady who just left?

That's Joana.

She's one of Amoroso's first girls.

She got older, and now she takes care of us.

Look, here you've got a house,

a bed, a roof.

You've got food.

You just have to be good.

Sleep with him sometimes.

You're still not dressed?

Laura, you didn't help her? What are you doing? Are you busy?

Let's go.

- I won't go. - What? There's no "I'm not going."

Get this straight. There's no "I'm not going" here.

You obey me, period.

If you don't, it's worse for you. Got it?

Come on. Let go of that.

- These clothes are filthy. - I'm not going!

Move it, girl.

Come on. Stop whining.

You... Come here.

You listen to me.

Zildo is waiting. I'll grab a rag to clean you up.

Okay? Stay here!

You're kidding me.

You can't escape, girl.

The man's waiting for you. Let's go.

What the hell?

Let go!

- It hurts! - What the hell?

- Get up! - Get that girl!

- Rebeca! - She fucking cut me!

I knew you would come.

You're a daughter of Oxum Apará, my dear.

That's no small thing.

She's the goddess of dangerous waters.

She's a very beautiful and powerful young woman.

Ogunhê.

- Bless you, mother. - Oxaláblesses you, my son.

You must already know what this brat pulled.

I know exactly what you want here.

That orisha around your neck,

Ogun

is saying that anyone who puts a hand on this girl

messes with him.

She's under Ogun's protection.

Even so, I'm taking her home.

Your faith's at stake.

Did you not hear, Zildo?

No one can touch the girl anymore.

Her path has already been given.

Yeah, he never touched me,

but he put me in school and made me work like a dog

to pay back every cent he decided I owed him.

Rebeca.

Come on! Hurry up, girl!

Looking at Rocinha today,

you'd have no idea how bad the crime was in the '80s.

In those days, the cops were the ones selling weed.

- Hey, boss. - Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Here's the stuff.

Smell how good it is.

It seems good, Godfather.

It really sucked having to organize everything

for those illiterate men.

You guys split the money.

Thanks.

If you need us, just call.

The military police are always at your service, Amoroso.

Relax. Make yourselves at home.

Hey, you good?

All good.

I'm gonna pick up today's profits. Wait here.

- Go! - Go, Rebeca!

Whoa, are you nuts?

If Amoroso finds out you came in here, he'll kill me and you.

Let's go. We've only got First Street left.

What are you hiding, fam?

I'm not hiding anything. Are you crazy?

What the fuck?

Amoroso doesn't fucking sell cocaine in the favela.

You wanna die, you fuck?

Whose powder is this?

- Come on, spit it out! - Del Rey.

He just got out of prison. He's making everyone sell his drugs.

Please don't take it.

- It's okay. Don't worry. - He'll kill me, for God's sake.

Del Rey won't kill you. Let's go.

Let's go.

Del Rey.

I'm pretty sure Rocinha already has a king. It's me.

This Del Rey guy is

a thief, a bank robber.

He's been saying he's going to open a business.

- Here? - He's gonna sell drugs.

He'll have to kiss my hand. Offer me a partnership, Zildo.

Or he'll have to learn how the band plays here in our favela.

Hey, Godfather.

She saw the papers in that coward's hand.

Tour the favela, Zildo.

Check the points of sale.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

You stay, sweetheart.

I want to talk to you a little more.

Go ahead. Tell me.

Did you see anything else weird out there?

If there's one thing I learned from Weasel...

it's that addicts trade one fix for another.

Look.

He's got ads and everything.

Sports betting.

And they don't pay bribes.

A little gift for you.

Mother-of-pearl handle and a hammer.

Zildo will help you use it.

Now pay attention. Look at me.

A woman thug has a mouth but doesn't speak.

She just listens.

Trust your godfather.

I'm the fucking king here.

Becoming a thug was never my choice.

But love was.

Maybe my only one.

CHAPTER 3 MISTAKES

What's up, bro?

- Food. - What are you looking at?

The food.

Come in.

- What do you want? - I'm looking for my uncle Zildo.

- My mom asked me to deliver him food. - He's not here. Leave it with me.

Is that a real gun?

You don't believe it is?

- Of course I do. - You left the boys?

Move.

- We couldn't do anything, boss. - What do you mean?

What are you doing here, Neivaldo?

- There's your food. - You were right. Look.

You were right, sweetheart. Betting.

Fuck, cocaine and soccer is underhanded competition.

Underhanded!

Who looks after this favela?

- Who? - The bookie.

It's the bookie.

This year, I'm going to throw the best party in this favela's history.

I'm gonna do it! You'll see!

The world is ending outside, and you want lunch? Put that shit down.

I'll give the people lunch. I'll make it rain rice and beans.

Let's go.

This food is really fucking good.

Finish it.

It's Nei... Nei what again?

It's Pará.

My name is Pará.

Does Sweet Bookie raise you?

Just until I pay my debt off.

You're an outlaw?

Do I look like an outlaw?

You look like a boy.

Always wearing that hat.

Lots of things like that.

Wait.

Hey, who's that?

I think that's Del Rey.

Del Rey?

Wow, all my childhood friends wanting to become thugs.

What's up, Bolado?

I know who the one in the hat is.

It's Gil. He's from the favela.

An old-time bank robber.

So he must have been the one who brought Del Rey to Rocinha.

Let's go.

Go.

Plant your feet wide.

Good.

Stick out your arm.

Straight.

Good.

Now shoot.

Dang, you really are a thug, huh?

- Can I try again? - Just one more time.

You learn fast, huh?

You want some?

What's that?

Weed.

No.

It's cool.

It makes your body giggle.

It makes you soft.

Try it.

Okay, but that's enough. You're hogging the joint.

You're really beautiful.

You're also really handsome.

The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

Where were you, sweetheart?

- What? I was out for a walk. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - With who?

Alone.

You're a nasty little thug.

Why?

Because you weren't alone. You were out there rubbing up on someone.

- Lies. - It's not lies.

You were with Zildo's nephew.

- You're a liar. - I saw it.

You're a liar and jealous.

- That boy's not worth a damn. - Respect yourself.

You're lying.

You were being a whore, she said.

- Yes. - You were being a whore.

Now we're gonna talk, you and I.

- No. No, please. - We're gonna talk.

- Take it! - It's true.

From here on out, you're gonna have to be respectful here.

- No! - I'm the boss!

- I don't want you with him! Take it! - No! Stop!

- Shut up! Quiet! - Stop!

- Take it! Don't shout! - Stop!

I was like a product to him.

Can you believe he arranged a fucking marriage

just to trap me?

You can come by Monday

and talk to Zildo.

I won't even check. You can cash it.

- Thanks, Mr. Amoroso. - He'll find a little place for you.

Thanks a lot.

- Lucky kid. - I'll put it in here.

Come here, sweetheart.

No bad behavior.

Come on.

This is Rebeca.

Nice to meet you. Feliciano.

Feliciano.

An aristocrat's name.

Grab him a beer.

A soda, please. I don't drink beer.

A soda. See?

Religious.

A family girl.

Thanks a lot.

To you, sweetheart.

Mr. Amoroso said I could take you home tomorrow

to meet my family before the festival.

Listen here. Tomorrow, everyone is invited to Amoroso's festival.

The biggest party this favela has ever seen.

Amoroso says it will rain rice and beans on the favela.

I want everyone to be there.

Everyone to be there for Amoroso's party.

- You like her a lot, huh? - A little princess.

She's bad as hell.

- She's always with you, huh? - The favela's protector.

I'm looking for work. I'd like to join up with you.

Do you know what the fuck we do?

- Yes, sir. - We sell fruit, okay?

Fruit.

Hey, can you shoot?

- Have you shot a gun? - Yeah.

- Yes, sir. - A gun. This right here.

This shit.

- Yes. - Does he look like he has?

- He hasn't shot shit. - Not shit, huh, Vulture?

Look at this dude's clothes. Did you get dressed in the fucking dark?

And reading and writing. Do you know how?

Yes or no?

Fucking A. I'm full up on fucking illiterates in here.

What do you want, bro?

Give me a chance, boss.

I'm a man of my word. I just want respect.

What? Respect?

Respect? You're talking about fucking respect?

Just like the people have for you.

You want respect like what they have for me? Is that it?

Why are you nervous?

Why the fuck are you nervous?

Nervous as hell.

Relax.

Fucking breathe.

Feliciano is here.

He said you two had plans.

He's waiting for you.

- What are you doing here? - I'm looking for my uncle.

Uncle my ass. What are you doing in my shack?

Come in.

Sit down.

Make yourself at home.

Sit down.

Where's your mom?

My mom works at a family's home. She's only here on weekends.

Do you want a beer?

Want a joint?

You like coke?

Calm down. You can relax, okay?

I want you to stay far away from my girl.

- All right, loser? - Yes, sir.

Really far away.

If I see you around here, I'll kill you.

Are you crazy?

- What, are you gonna play hard to get now? - Fuck you!

If I smell her on you one more time, you'll wake up with a mouth full of ants.

Got it?

Relax. You're mine now.

You'll like it. Don't worry.

Go!

Why did you do that?

I'm sorry.

I'll call someone.

You fucking bitch!

RING TOSS

What the fuck is this, Zildo?

Del Rey is also throwing a party, Amoroso.

It's Del Rey It's Del Rey

I'll give it to you straight I'll say it again

The boss of Rocinha Is the brother Del Rey

The gun is loaded Come put it into play

Del Rey is ready For war in Rocinha

Del Rey is ready For war in Rocinha

Del Rey is ready For war in...

The party's not over yet, all right?

I want everyone dancing!

I threw this party for you!

- Let's get excited. - Get up and dance!

- Let's go! - Go on.

Dance! Let's eat!

That's right. Be happy. I fucking threw this for you.

- Is it fun? - Yeah.

- Are you happy? - Yes, sir.

Let's go! It's not over!

- Come here, man. - Right.

- Do you want to work for me? - What?

- Do you want to fucking work for me? - Yes, sir.

You're going to do whatever Vulture says.

Doing what?

- Shit! - Not a goddamn thing.

Go with him. Don't ask fucking questions.

- Thanks, boss. - Let's fucking go!

Amoroso dies today.

Me.

Take me.

Come here, baby. Come on.

Grab our bottle.

There.

What's up, Vulture?

Talk to me, man.

Give me the gun. I'll show you.

I can do it.

Shall we?

You're going to get clean today.

I'll give you a bath. I'll wash you all over.

Relax.

Amoroso.

Go on in.

Go on in. You two, go.

I need to talk to him about something.

I told you never to seek me out again.

What do you want?

If you get Rebeca pregnant, I'll kill you and Zildo.

I'll kill your whole family.

No, no!

No!

Stop the music!

- Turn it off! - Turn it off!

- It's over. - Turn it off!

- What happened? - Turn it the fuck off!

This guy

is the future of the favela, man.

Of Rocinha, man.

My man,

I'm gonna give you a present.

Didn't you want respect?

Here's your respect.

Sad Face, cocaine, drinks, and weed for everyone here!

It seems like a lie, huh?

But that's exactly how it happened.

Amoroso's death was the end of an era in Rocinha.

The favela got a new owner,

crime got a new face,

and I survived.

Again.

If you leave the favela now and go anywhere,

you'll find someone high on coke.

And I mean anywhere.

The bus driver doing overtime,

the tired truck driver,

the babysitter, rich kid, businessman, street sweeper, actors.

Pará!

These days, cocaine runs the favela.

And Rocinha makes it snow in Rio de Janeiro.

Pará!

Paráimproved his life selling powder,

but he also got addicted the first time he put it up his nose.

When he was high, he was always fucking up.

It made me so angry.

Good morning, Outlaw.

Good morning my ass. Don't talk to me. I'm fucked up.

- The hell? - I'm crazy today!

You woke up with your head up your ass.

Then Rocinha's Del Rey got arrested.

But he kept giving the favela orders from inside.

He made Gil his man on the outside.

Everyone who grew up in crime succeeded in crime.

- It's very creative. - Where's Pará?

- What the hell, man? - Where is he?

- He's in there. - He's inside.

Pará, why the fuck are you locking me in?

- Are you nuts? Don't touch me. - What's wrong, my goddess?

No man can lock me inside the house, you got that?

- Not a thug, not a cop. - You were--

Shut your mouth, you brat!

- Take these. - You were sleeping peacefully.

Shove this bear up your ass.

I just got caught up here. Rebeca, fucking listen.

- Come back, Rebeca! - Fuck!

- Fucking come back! - Here.

- Rebeca! Fucking come back! - Go!

Come back, damn it! I'm talking to you!

Fuck, Pará!

Yeah, Rebeca. You really did it now, huh?

Gil is breathing fire right now.

I had to come get you so you can sort this mess out with Pará.

Rebeca, I'm being serious.

- They said you called for me. - Sit down.

Tell me this.

Do you want to help the organization,

or hurt it?

I'm not hurting anything.

So why did you show up screaming? Starting a bunch of shit?

Do you really want to ruin Pará? Is that it?

What do you want me to do?

I can help with accounting. I can organize the books.

We have people to help with the accounting, the books, etc.

I think you're one hell of a woman.

You're a badass. Badder than most guys we have here.

But let's start at the beginning. It's almost Children's Day.

If you find some toys for us to hand out, that would be a good first mission, right?

Thanks, Gil. I'm on it.

- Are you gonna respect me? - I respect you.

- How could I not? - Are you gonna lock me in again?

- I'll do whatever you want. - Oh yeah?

Fuck, Gil.

Hello?

Hello? Testing, one, two. Hello?

Gil was really something else.

While he was in charge, peace reigned.

Hey, pal. Good afternoon.

Good morning, Rocinha community. This is Gil speaking.

Thank you for another moment here on our community radio.

Today is a very special day. Children's Day.

We'll have our party.

- You're late! - I got lost.

- But we're good? - It's in the back.

- Pay him. - Handle it, B Minor.

I'm on it.

Thanks, bro.

- Here. - Thanks.

Our conditions aren't always the best, but we do the best we can with them.

It's heavy.

This party is a celebration. We'll be handing toys out to the kids.

- You secured your spot, huh, Outlaw? - Tell me.

You said you'd handle it, and you did. How did you do it?

There are addicts everywhere. Even in toy factories.

You nailed it.

He took care of the favela, and the favela took care of him.

It was a fair trade.

Gil here.

Thanks again to Rocinha Community Radio.

I'm with you. See you soon.

I don't think there will ever again be a criminal like Gil.

The truth is coke ruins everything it touches.

It leaves nothing behind.

Sáurio, a childhood friend,

opened a secret trap house down by his house.

It was gonna go to shit. Everyone knew it.

But no one dreamed it would go to shit as bad as it did.

- What the fuck? - Are you nuts?

- What's up? - We caught him stealing our clients.

- A trap house selling coke. - What?

- Grab him! - Don't run.

- Don't run. - Who's your boss?

- We're brothers, Gil. - Brothers?

You motherfucker! You're gonna die now, asshole!

- Grab him! - What's up? Stop!

Don't shoot. What's up?

You're stealing from the favela and running too?

- Come on. - Is that it?

- Dude. - This is the law of crime.

Goddamn it! Fucking grab him, Pará!

Paráhad been high for three days when he slipped and fucked up.

It was Sáurio.

I had to lie to save my man.

It has been confirmed that Gil, a great leader in our community, is dead.

Rocinha will be in mourning for three days.

The order from the prison was one minute of silence,

but Paráhad been zooted since he fucked up.

That's why it happened.

A huge fuckup.

Another one.

Police swarmed the favela.

It was full of reporters.

It was fucked up.

Governor, the city of Rio de Janeiro

was startled this morning by the violence in Rocinha.

What do you plan to do to fix this problem?

This is an isolated issue. Don't worry.

Rio's military police are ready to intervene.

Turn that shit off, Minor.

This issue will be solved soon. Society--

Del Rey gave the order.

Paráwill take Gil's place.

He told me to say that the organization won't change.

Let's go work.

The news that Paráwould be the boss didn't go over well.

Especially with disgruntled Vulture.

Paráwas a wreck. It was a huge fuckup.

But it was already done, so fuck it.

All that I cared about was getting my man on his feet.

All eyes are on you now.

You have to get clean.

Violence alone will get you nowhere.

All I know is guns, babe.

I'll help you in the beginning.

I'll check the product, the police bribes, the payments from the First Street folks.

I'll write it all down in a notebook here at home. You just distribute.

You'll have to learn to read and write.

I'll teach you.

You're in your element, huh? Get to work, kid.

Once you're done playing, work.

Hey, pay attention.

- Yeah, friend. - Hey.

- How's it going, you two? - What's up?

- Sad Face will take the traps up above. - Thanks, fam.

- Big Mouth will take the ones below. - Right.

- Well deserved. - Vulture.

You'll handle security, okay?

This will be your main weapon.

Can you hand these out, please?

We'll use channel one.

There's one more thing.

From now on, everyone reports to Outlaw.

Let's get to work.

- Come on. - Let's do it.

- Come on. - Let's go.

- Smack him. - What's up?

Punch him.

Hey, concentrate.

I'm gonna start.

You're so handsome.

Again, make a mean face.

- Like this? - That's it.

What do you want?

To buy drugs.

Do you have enough money?

No, I don't.

- How are you gonna pay, then? - I'll pay another way.

- Another way? - Yeah, another way.

CHAPTER 4 LOVE AND POWER

Let's capture this nice party.

Big Mouth chilling with the boss, who paid for this beautiful party.

Pará, man, how are things going?

It's crazy, man. We're selling everything.

You gotta respect it.

Yes, now higher up. Yes.

Goddamn.

To our success.

Sad Face loves success. How are you?

What the fuck is up, B Minor?

Are you gonna jerk off to this VHS later, motherfucker?

- What a joke. - Come with me, B Minor.

I know you like it. Talk to them, Pará.

7.65. Two 7.65s.

The man's Uzi. Respect it.

Say something, Vulture.

I have nothing to say. I'm wasted.

These are two new brand-new M4s.

We take them apart and clean them every week. Got it?

I fucking told you!

You did an interview?

What a heartbreaker, Pará!

Congrats, you got what you wanted.

- You clown. You peacock. - Chill out, man.

You put a fucking target on our backs!

- You're an idiot. - No.

- Show some respect. - An idiot and an addict.

It's over. Everyone leave.

- This shit is over. - Jealous bitch.

- What are you looking at? - Cops in the favela!

- Move! Fucking go! - Go!

- Run! Go! - Run!

Go!

Go!

- Fuck! - Run. Go down.

Go down there. Go!

Go down there.

Go. Come on.

Go on.

Fucking open up.

Don't be scared. Just let us in.

Come on. Everyone on the floor.

Go.

Stay calm.

Breathe.

This is your fault.

What?

- I'm going outside. - Chill.

Go. Come on.

Calm down.

Come with me.

Go.

Come with me. Go.

Breathe.

Let's go.

I think the worst is over.

- Go ahead, brother. It's okay. - Let's go.

Come on.

- Thanks, Mrs. Maria, Mr. Zé. - Take care, son.

Go with God.

- Go with God. - Thanks, Mrs. Maria.

- Good luck. Go with God. - Thanks, brother.

Relax, honey.

The worst is already over.

Friends are everything, right?

Gigi hooked us up with a client's place so we could hide until the dust settled.

An abandoned ranch way out in Guaratiba.

Go.

Now we're stuck together.

I'll always be inside you.

Let's go to my city, Outlaw.

Buy a ranch. Raise animals.

Have a bunch of kids.

Six, seven,

eight.

When?

Vulture went to get the cars from Rio so we can go.

It's all planned already.

What the hell?

- We're free now! - Hell yeah, Vulture!

You pulled through, Vulture!

We're free!

- Finally! - I was getting worried.

Put that down.

Hey, the cars are ready. Let's get the fuck out of this place.

Hey, chill out, man.

I brought meat. I brought charcoal.

Let's celebrate. Let's fucking grill!

- Sounds great! - You're kidding!

Let's go.

It was a long trip.

- Let's celebrate. - We deserve it. Then we'll go.

- Real quick. Please. - Come on.

Fucking trust.

- The meat is ready already. - Give it to me, man.

- This song, really, Sad Face? - You're joking.

- The DJ let the meat burn. - What is this music?

- Fuck, leave it to Sad Face. - It's the pigs!

- Go! - Run!

Shoot 'em up!

Go!

- Everyone inside! - You motherfuckers!

- Go! - Everyone inside!

Fuck, Gigi!

- Vulture! - Run!

- Vulture, you son of a bitch! - Go! Go the fuck back!

- Gigi! - Go! Run!

Gigi! Fuck!

- Go inside! - Come here, B Minor!

- Inside! Go! - Fuck, Gigi!

Come on! I'll cover you!

Yeah!

Fucking go!

- Run. - B Minor!

Come here, B Minor! I'll cover you!

Motherfucker! You're gonna die, motherfucker!

Fucker! I'm the one who will kill you!

Come on, asshole! You're gonna fucking die!

Vulture!

Come here!

Fucking come on!

- Get out of here. - No! Please!

- Come with me. - Go! I'll follow.

- Go, baby. Hurry the fuck up. - Don't leave me.

- Get the fuck out of here. - Don't leave me.

Go in. Go.

Pará!

How much do you want?

Everything you have.

One sec, dude.

What are you doing here, bitch?

I'm the one asking.

Our secret has grown.

It's legit now.

You're a piece of shit, Sáurio.

You ratted us out.

Take it, you whore.

Now that Paráis gone, you're worthless.

CHAPTER 5 NUMBER 1

It was so easy to fix my problem.

All I had to do was die.

But I guess Ogun wouldn't let me.

Del Rey's soldiers found me lying in the street.

They took me to German's house, who ran Vidigal.

So?

That fucking massacre.

I know this isn't the time, but you need to know.

The cops helped Vulture and Sáurio take the favela.

They took it all over. There's nothing left.

Paráleft five kilos of paid-for coke here with me.

I was gonna send it to Paraíba, but now it's yours.

Del Rey is in charge there now.

He wants to talk to you.

He told me you're strong, you're intelligent.

He wants you to take his favela back.

He wants you in charge.

He wants you to be number one, Outlaw.

I didn't have a damn thing to lose.

The only thing I had left inside was revenge.

And there's nothing more dangerous than a woman with nothing to lose.

I was going to take Rocinha back.

But to send those fuckers to their graves, I needed the help of people I trusted.

What's up, uncle? Are you taking a personal trip?

Rebeca.

This is Miss Chievous.

Whatever she says, I cosign.

Kill or be killed, bro.

- What are you, motherfucker? - A killer.

- What are you? - A killer.

Listen, bro.

You're a cold-blooded killer. That's right.

A cold-blooded fucking killer.

Listen, boys.

Vulture has the lower part of the favela. They've got more people.

And they've got cops with them.

You can't screw up, got it?

You're the suicide fucking squad.

We'll attack these fuckers' pockets.

So, starting now, coke's going from ten bucks to five.

The boss lady went nuts.

Also, no more cutting the drugs.

We're selling it pure now. Fuck it.

Let's get these fucking addicts by their noses.

This is fucking crime, bro.

- Let's go to war. - Let's go.

- To fucking war! - To fucking war!

It's war! Let's go!

- Let's go! - Suicide squad!

- This is war! - Fuck yeah!

- To fucking war! - Let's go!

Let's go!

Rebeca's squad, boy.

Obviously, when cheap, uncut coke hit the streets,

the news would spread through Rio like the flu.

Addicts are too predictable.

There was no one left to buy from Vulture and Sáurio.

One thousand cruzeiros.

Here's the change. Hurry the fuck up.

Men with hurt egos also tend to be very predictable.

Let's fucking go.

They can't handle being outdone by a woman.

I knew they'd come after me.

I knew exactly when and where.

They're moving.

They turned left.

- Let's go! - We're Vulture's army.

Humiliate that fucking addict.

I'm gonna make her fucking beg.

That bitch is gonna beg me.

And listen, Outlaw is fucking mine!

Fifty meters.

Let's fucking go!

Fuck yeah.

Don't mess up.

- Let's fucking go! - Make that princess fucking sing!

Go, motherfucker!

Son of a bitch!

It's almost time.

Tomorrow, I'll be on the cover of every newspaper, every TV.

I can already see it.

No one will listen to this tape.

I dedicate this song to you, my eternal love.

I don't know why I insist on wanting you so much

If you always make me Into whatever you want

I've done everything to try to forget you

I know who you are through others

And like a prize

I receive your hug

Paying off my old desire

Motherfucker!

And I close my eyes

To all your steps

Deceiving myself

It's the only way we can be friends

And it's the only way

I can forgive your missteps

And this is the way we live

In other arms, you solve your crises

Let's fucking go!

The games are fucking over!

Come on, Rebeca!

Run!

Come on, Rebeca!

Get in!

Go, motherfucker!

Piece of shit!

The tape's running out.

I couldn't tell it all.

Fuck it.

Tomorrow, I'll finally know if this story about Ogun's protections

is true.

If I don't die tomorrow...

then, friend, whoever finds this tape only has one mission.

Spread the word to every corner of Rio that the monster you all created

is impossible to kill.

"NUMBER ONE"

INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS AND THE BOOK BY RAQUEL DE OLIVEIRA

RAQUEL DE OLIVEIRA, AUTHOR OF THE BOOK NUMBER ONE, WAS BORN IN ROCINHA

WHERE SHE STILL LIVES TODAY