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[reporter] We'll bring you an update.
The number of correctional officers being held hostage in the uprisings...
- [device beeps] - [weapon cocks]
[man 1] It's time, bro. It's time.
[man 2] Yo. Make sure you watch your back.
- [man 3] Let's get this done. - [man 4] They won't know what hit them.
- Let's put fire on this shit! Come on! - [man 1] No messing around.
- [man 2] Let's get it. - [man 1] Focus on the mission.
[man 4] Let's do it, man!
[man 1] Hey, the system will collapse. Right? We're the fucking Brotherhood.
[vehicle door closes]
[reporter chatters on radio]
[door slides open]
[dramatic sting]
- [timer beeping] - [tense music plays]
[traffic whirring and honking nearby]
[timer beeping faintly]
[people chattering nearby]
CIVIL POLICE
[ominous music plays]
[music abates]
CIVIL POLICE STATION 109th PRECINCT
- [banging] - [woman 1] Fuck!
[man 5 chuckles] Did smacking it work, babe?
[woman 1] This machine deserves it, pissing off a pregnant woman.
- [man 5] It pissed you off? Poor thing. - [woman 1] Seriously, I mean it.
- Mm. - I'm gonna kill someone today.
[man 5] Hey, don't talk like that. Hate fuels hate.
- [woman 1] I know, but some days are hard. - [man 5] Maybe take time for yourself.
- [woman 2] They're coming. - No, forget it. Today is my--
- [all cheering] - Oh my God!
- [woman 3] Our future momma! - [woman 1 laughs]
[man 6] Yes! Congratulations. It's almost time.
I'm done for. He's an amazing liar.
- I had absolutely no idea. - [group laughs]
Of course. He's a born actor. For a good cause though, right?
- [men chuckle] - [woman 1] Oh God.
I hope this kid follows her godfather's advice.
I hope she's smart enough to ignore it.
[woman 3] Look, we have a surprise for Aurora.
That is really gorgeous. You only threw this party for the cake.
- I know how you are. - Give me a hug!
[reporter on TV] Ten years after the death of their leader, Edson Ferreira,
known as Edson "Savage,"
the Brotherhood has cemented its reputation for organized violence,
claiming responsibility for the riots.
There are 25...
No, now it's up to 29 prisons where rioting has been reported...
And there's also this for our heroic little angel.
Aw, you guys are so thoughtful. Should I open it?
- [woman 4] Of course. - Okay.
[all scream]
- [man 5] Get down! - [man 7] Fuck! What was that?
- Was that downstairs? - Baby, you okay?
- [panicked shouting] - [alarm rings]
I'm gonna check it out.
- [man 7] What happened? What exploded? - [man 8] Check in the back.
- [woman 3] Stay there. Don't move. - [woman 4] Watch out. Be careful.
[man 9] What the fuck's going on? Can you see anything? What do you see?
[man 5] Fuck. It's one of our cars.
[revving engines approaching]
[tires screeching]
- [man 7] These guys are attacking! - [man 8] We have to hold them back!
- [gunshots] - [screams]
Dalva, take cover!
- [gunshots] - [glass shatters]
Dalva, stay behind the desk!
- [biker] We're coming for you! - [man 5] Dalva, get down!
CEPOL! CEPOL! Shots fired at Station 109!
- [man 5] Dalva, stay there! - [man 9] We're under attack!
[screams]
- Fuckin' hell! - [Dalva shrieks]
- [gunfire continues] - [woman 3] Bastards! Keep down, dammit!
- [Dalva whimpering] - [man 10] Go, go, go!
- [gunshots] - [Dalva shrieks and whimpers]
- [man 11] We need help! - [man 10] Move him back!
- [Romero] Dalva! - [panting] Romero!
- Romero! - Dalva, what's wrong?
- Did you get hit? - [Dalva] I'm bleeding. Romero, look.
Are you in pain? Can you feel her move?
- [gunshots] - [shouting]
[Dalva gasps]
- We gotta get outta here! - Let's go.
- [whimpering] - [man 9] Okay, come on. We gotta get out.
- [explosion] - [screams]
[gunshots]
[man 12] Get out! Get out! I'm covering you!
- [gunshots] - [groans]
[Dalva whimpers]
- [shouting and screaming] - [Dalva panting]
- [groans] - You okay? What's wrong?
- [groans] - [unsettling music plays]
[gasps]
My water... My water broke.
[gunfire continues]
- Come on! Move it! Go, go, go! - Come on, let's get outta here!
[man 13] They blocked the whole street! Send backup!
CEPOL! CEPOL! Precinct 109 is taking fire!
- [rapid gunfire] - [bullets ricocheting]
Clear the fucking channel! We're under attack, goddammit!
- [cop groans] - [man 13] Take cover! Take cover!
[attacker 1] Let's fucking go!
- [motorcycle revving] - [attacker 2] Yeah!
[groans]
[attacker 3 groans]
[attacker 4] It's the fucking Brotherhood!
- [tires screech] - Let's go!
[sirens wailing]
[over police radio] Attention, all units.
We have orders to only go out in armed teams, wearing bulletproof vests.
- [man 14] Over here. - [man 15] They're moving to the street.
No, no, no. Not that way. Over here. This way, you guys.
- [woman 5] Get to the back, now! - [man 14] Take cover!
- [Dalva groans] - [man 13] Help us out!
- [man 14] Watch out! Careful! - [man 13] Help! Over here!
[man 14] Get out of the way! Go!
- Man down! We got a man down here! - [man 13] Help!
- [Dalva groans in agony] - [man 14] Over here, now!
- Hold on. - [panting]
[police sirens wailing]
- I'll get us out of here. - [man 14] Move it!
We'll have to do it here.
- [Dalva panting] - [man 14] Let's go! Move! Move!
[Romero] I'll bring a patrol car.
- [Dalva] I'm coming with you. - [Romero grunts]
- [man 14] Let's go, now! Come on. Move it! - [Romero] Come on.
- [man 15] Right behind you! - [man 16] They're heading round back!
- [Romero] Okay, now! Run, run! - [man 16] Get your vest on!
- [sirens wailing] - [Romero pants]
Go! Go! Come on!
- [radio chatter] - Come on.
- [Dalva groans] - Get in.
- [groans] - [man 17] CEPOL, this is Unit 45.
Shots fired at military police. Backup requested.
[man 18] CEPOL, Unit 51 requesting support in the pursuit of individuals...
- [groans] - ...who attacked the military police.
- [CEPOL] Roger that, Unit 51. - [Dalva groans] Go, go, go, go, go!
[CEPOL] Assistance needed. Clear the channel.
- I need three patrol cars... - Open it! Open the fucking gate!
- Go, go, go, go! - [Dalva groans]
[man 19] CEPOL, military police officer shot near the park. Send backup!
- What the fuck was that? - [Romero] They're attacking everywhere.
- [CEPOL] Any patrol cars in the area? - [radio trills]
- [man 20] CEPOL, do you copy? - [groans]
[man 20] There are reports of a firefighter shot near Luz station.
- [groans] They're getting stronger. - [Romero] It's gonna be okay, baby. Okay?
- We're gonna get outta here. - [man 21] ...any vehicles near headquarters...
[passing car honking]
- I can't make it. - [CEPOL] Copy that. Attention...
[Romero] It's gonna be okay, babe. You'll be okay.
We're almost there.
- [man 22] CEPOL! CEPOL! Bronze 25 Echo. - [motorcycle tires screech]
- Get down, Dalva! - [Dalva] What? Oh my God!
- [Romero] Get down! - [bullets ricochet]
- [Dalva pants] - Holy shit!
- What the fuck is happening? - [glass cracks]
Goddammit!
- [tires screech] - [Dalva shrieks]
My God! Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go, go! Hurry! Hurry! - [Romero pants]
- [Dalva whimpers] - [attacker 5] Go after them, dammit!
- [tires screech] - [both panting]
- [Romero] Fuck! - [Dalva whimpers]
- [tires screech] - [Dalva screams]
- [panting] - CEPOL, emergency! Emergency!
Shots fired at patrol car behind Precinct 109.
- [radio trills] - [man 23] Bronze 28 Echo.
Grenade attack at the Santana courthouse.
[gasping] They're still coming.
[motorcycles revving]
[approaching car honking]
[gunfire]
[attackers grunting]
[Dalva shrieks and pants]
[man 24] We need backup immediately!
Dalva! Dalva, are you okay?
Are you okay? Breathe. Just breathe, okay?
[CEPOL] QRX. Keep the channel clear. Widespread attacks on police units.
- Police vehicles are ordered to return... - [groans]
- [Romero] Fuck! Fuck! - Officers are to remain stationed...
[Romero] Move outta the fucking way!
[Dalva cries out in agony]
- [Romero gasps] - [cries out]
- Fucking dammit! - [Romero] What is it?
[groans] Stop, stop, stop! It's happening!
- Stop anywhere! - Okay.
[Dalva] It hurts so much!
- [heavy panting] - Fuck.
- [Romero] Hold on. - Go!
[whimpers] Go!
[whimpering]
- Stop, stop, stop! - [tires screech]
[tense music playing]
[whimpers wearily]
I can't do this.
- [Romero] I'm coming. - [panting]
I can't do it. I can't do it.
I can't do it. It hurts too much.
- Yes, you can. Calm down. - It hurts too much!
- [breathes deeply] - [Dalva sobbing, panting]
- Babe. Babe. - [whimpers]
- Look at me. - [panting abates]
You can do this.
Okay? You got this.
- [murmurs anxiously] - It's gonna be okay. I'm with you.
- Yeah. - It's gonna be all right.
- Yeah. - Hmm? Come on.
- [groans in agony] - Come on. Come on.
[screams]
[whimpering]
- I can't do it. It's too much. I can't. - We can do it.
- Come on. Breathe. - I need a doctor!
- Just breathe. - I need a doctor! I can't do it!
I can't do it.
That's not possible. Babe, it's just you and me.
- I can't do it. I can't. - It's okay. It's okay.
- [crying] - You can do it. You can.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- I can't do it. - Yes, you can, babe.
- You can do it. - I can't do it. I can't.
Look at me!
- Look at me. You can do this. - [panting]
- You can do it. - [breathes shakily]
[Dalva sniffles]
Come on. Now breathe.
- [murmurs] - Just breathe. And go.
- Breathe. - [breathes deeply]
- [tense music continues] - [pained murmuring]
Push. I'm here with you.
- [agonized groaning] - Breathe, Dalva. Breathe. Push now.
I'm with you. Keep breathing.
- Keep pushing. Push now. - [guttural groaning]
- Push it. - [groaning stops]
[softly] Push.
Dalva, you're almost there.
- Our daughter is coming. Almost there. - [panting]
Push, Dalva. Keep pushing. Come on, babe.
- [groaning] - Push, Dalva.
- [groans hoarsely] - A little more.
- [grunts] - Come on.
[grunts]
- [cries out] - Go, go, go, go! Push harder!
Don't stop pushing! Keep going!
- Keep pushing! Keep pushing! - [wailing in agony]
Keep pushing!
- [screaming] - [tense music builds]
Almost there.
[music abates]
[scraping]
[low, suspenseful music plays]
STATE OF FEAR
[scraping]
[music fades out]
2 DAYS BEFORE
- ["É Tarde Demais" by Raça Negra playing] - [woman sings along in Portuguese]
[chuckles softly]
Mm...
[both moan]
[woman chuckles]
[in English] I'm really gonna miss pagode nights with you.
[woman chuckles]
Wow. I never thought I'd hear that.
You miss pagode nights?
Are you feeling okay? I can never get you out of the house.
[man] Mm!
All I know is, I wanna go out with you.
It doesn't matter where.
- Hmm? - So I'm counting on you.
When you get out, we'll pagode constantly.
- Ah... - [chuckles]
It's a deal, Counselor.
When I get out, I'm gonna love taking your orders.
- Hmm? - Mm...
It's nice knowing I have that much influence over you.
[chuckles] If the guys found out just how much, I'd be screwed.
[bell rings]
Time's up.
- [ringing ends] - [man sighs]
[woman sighs]
Let's go.
[dramatic sting]
[people chattering in background]
What?
You wanna trade places with me? You live here and I'll go out there?
[sighs]
What's going on?
[cell door clangs in distance]
There's talk around here about transfers again.
But it's nothing you have to worry about.
What do you mean, "nothing"?
Who's going to transfer? Where? When?
They're transferring a lot of prisoners
to RDD.
- [tense music plays] - To RDD?
I mean, fuck you!
They wanna send me to solitary to weaken the Brotherhood.
Calm down, sweetheart. Calm down. I'm gonna meet with my Department contact.
- They've got no legal justification. - Are you fucking kidding, Cris?
They don't give a fuck if it's legal.
[cell door clangs]
We gotta talk, now.
- [Cristina] Ivan! Wait. - [man] Hey, Brotherhood, listen up.
- Ivan. - [man] Gather 'round, everybody!
- [Ivan] Come here. - Ivan.
[man] Brothers, Ivan has something to say.
Listen. I'm not done talking.
Hold on, Zica.
Don't lose your temper and do something stupid.
You remember how much we grew
when we started doing business instead of fighting?
Once we start tolerating humiliation, then the Brotherhood is done, Cristina.
If you had spent even one fucking day in here,
you'd know that respect can only be earned through sweat and blood.
Ivan,
think about what's best for the Brotherhood.
[tense music continues]
- Mom, don't. - Excuse me, sir.
Cleber doesn't want me to say anything, but I just had to thank you, sir.
My son moved to the semi-open program,
and we never could have afforded a lawyer without your help.
[Ivan] That's what the Brotherhood is for.
Only those who have lived through this hell
know why we're in this fight and what real struggle is.
- [woman chuckles] - [Ivan] I'm counting on you outside.
We're in this together forever now. You know that, right?
[Cleber] Mm-hmm.
- Come on, Mom. Let's go. - Thanks again.
You neglected to tell her
your counselor here, the one who doesn't know struggle,
got him in the semi-open section.
I may not know what life is like in this foul hellhole,
but I'm out there all day, every day,
fighting for the Brotherhood.
Even if you refuse to see it.
[tense music continues]
Counselor, nothing will make the governor change his mind.
[tense music ends]
The transfer's gonna happen. That's just a fact.
Well, it is an election year.
Putting the Brotherhood leaders in solitary is a smart play.
I just don't know if riot images all over the news
will help the governor's campaign.
Because you know the Brotherhood won't accept that, right?
[sighs] Of course you do.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be here drinking sickly-sweet coffee with you.
[man] Counselor, you're a smart woman.
You know very well the value of our friendship.
But if you wanna keep doing business,
you must give me a guarantee there won't be any retaliation.
And how exactly could I give that to you?
[man] Do you call the shots in there or not?
I thought that by putting the boss in solitary, you'd take full control.
Was I wrong?
[suspenseful music builds]
- [music abates] - [distant siren wails]
[lively hip-hop music plays]
[youths chanting rhythmically]
Hey, hey, hey, hey! MC Elisa strikes first!
- MC Dig fires back! - [cheering]
What does the public want?
[crowd] Blood!
[moderator] Show me what you got!
[rapping] ♪ Feeling victimized? Complain to the management ♪
♪ Scientists are baffled How the straight man got so arrogant ♪
♪ But seriously, dude Y'all require therapy ♪
♪ Us girls are flying high While you guys rely on charity ♪
♪ My rhymes are prime But you're unmotivated ♪
♪ Won't even do your laundry It's not that complicated ♪
- [crowd] Whoa! - [music continues]
[cheering and laughter]
♪ I should do my laundry? Go suck your silver spoon ♪
♪ A maid takes care of all your shit You've never touched a broom ♪
♪ Do us all a favor Don't pretend this is your scene ♪
♪ Acting like you're from the hood But you were brought up in Jardins ♪
♪ Hey, must be nice Over there you get to choose ♪
♪ If you wanna judge my hustle Walk a mile in my shoes ♪
- [crowd] Whoa! - [man] Whoa-ho!
That one hurt!
[music continues]
♪ Okay, that's it Now you're just being an asshole ♪
♪ I don't judge your situation I don't care about your hustle ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm from the other side That I can't deny ♪
♪ Insane I had to come this far To teach you how to rhyme ♪
- [cheering erupts] - [crowd] Whoa!
[moderator] Take him to school!
[laughter]
♪ Go on, strike your princess pose And act like you're classy ♪
♪ You can cake on all that makeup But you still look fucking nasty ♪
♪ Listen up You could never make me stress ♪
♪ We all know you're a slut We can tell by how you dress ♪
Are you kidding, dude?
- [music stops] - Have some fucking respect!
- [crowd booing] - [both grunting]
- [moderator] Stop! - [MC Dig] Fuck you!
Let these losers go! Just let 'em go!
[rapping] ♪ Violence is for the coward Ain't no way that's gonna fly with me ♪
♪ Let this guy attack I'll take him down with poetry ♪
- [crowd] Whoa! - ♪ You're calling me a slut? ♪
♪ That's a worn-out cliché ♪
♪ Macho shit you're spouting's Gonna have to end today ♪
♪ You showed up with violence But that will always fail ♪
- [man] Not always! - ♪ I stand here armed with language ♪
♪ And what's right will prevail! ♪
[crowd cheering and whistling]
Asshole! [chuckles]
[woman 1] No, no, girl. Don't do it. She's bluffing.
- She's bluffing! - [woman 2] She's got a good card.
- I can tell. She's got a good one. - [woman 1] She's bluffing.
You're taking forever.
- [girl] Let's go. - Where?
- [woman 3] Mm-mm. Don't show them. - [woman 2] No, hold on. Let's see.
- [sighs] - Think I'm bluffing?
I'm gonna jump in the pool if you are.
Then get ready to jump.
[women laugh]
- You forgot I'm an outlaw! - [woman 1] I told you!
I'm reminding you all again...
- ...I'm the best liar. - I told you she didn't have it.
- [woman 3] I told you. - [muffled hip-hop music playing]
Oh, this looks hot.
- [woman 1] Nice! - [woman 2] Guys, right? [laughs]
[woman 1] What they're drinking, I want some.
- [woman 3] Those days were fun. - [woman 1] They sure were.
- [chuckles] - [woman 2] Brings me back.
- [hip-hop music continues] - Elisa.
[muffled voices chattering]
- Elisa! - [Elisa] Turn that music down.
What do you want?
Watch out for the window. Everyone can see you from downstairs.
Oh, whatever.
- Hmm. - Done? Can I go back to what I was doing?
Mm. Okay, but listen.
You better not be hungover at the interview tomorrow.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, I won't be going.
What do you mean? Since when?
Oh, since I decided I don't want to work there.
I won't be happy there, Cris.
Can we please talk about this later?
And what's your plan, Elisa?
Because you can't just sit around smoking weed while I pay your bills.
That's not what I wanna do.
Then what do you want?
Please!
How many times do I need to tell you
there's a lot of people who'd kill for your opportunities?
Hey, auntie.
- It's okay, Wesley. I've got this. - Calm down. Calm down. It's cool.
- What's up, auntie? - [Cris sighs]
Did you know your niece is a killer rapper?
She's an artist now.
I don't want your opinion. I'm not talking to you.
- Calm down. I was just-- - Listen!
If you wanna go down, you can go alone. Don't drag her down with you.
- Jeez, auntie is pissed. Calm down-- - I'm not your fucking "auntie"!
You cocky little shit!
Who are you to talk to him like that, huh, Cris?
Hmm?
You're a goddamn hypocrite! You act like you're perfect!
It's no secret where the money for your designer bag comes from, is it?
Is that the path I should take?
I'm only trying to explain, things aren't as simple as you think.
My dad wanted me to be like you, huh?
Counselor.
[tense music plays]
Must be rolling in his grave, watching what you've done to his struggle.
No more justice, no more resistance.
All you care about these days is the money.
You think you have the right to tell me how I live my life? Gimme a break!
You don't know what the hell you're talking about!
You have no concept of what justice is, let alone what real struggle is.
- Let's go. - Always had everything handed to you.
Who pays for the fun you have? Huh?
And what about those designer clothes you're wearing? Who pays for that?
What about your private school?
You think you can boss everyone around, don't you?
But you're not my mom, and you're definitely not my dad.
And I'm not one of your goons.
[tense music continues]
[motor starts]
[traffic honking]
[tense music continues]
[traffic honking]
[motorcycle revving]
[Elisa] Here we go!
Slow down!
Slow down, Elisa!
Elisa!
Elisa, goddammit! Slow the fuck down!
- Elisa, we're gonna crash, goddammit! - [Elisa] Woo-hoo!
- [Wesley screams] - [Elisa] Whoo!
- [Wesley] Oh, fuck! - [Elisa] Hold on!
- [motorcycle revs] - [car horn honks]
[revving]
[Elisa exclaims] Woo-hoo!
[police siren wails]
[Wesley] Holy shit.
[cop 1] Pull over!
Get off the bike, both of you. Hands on your head.
[motor stops]
Get over to the patrol car. Do it!
Come on, girl. You too.
- [Elisa] Calm down. - [cop 1] I don't have all day.
- Any weapons? - No.
- [cop 1] Where are you going? - Just going for a ride, sir.
- [cop 1] Any priors? - No.
Gimme your bag.
- Am I gonna find drugs in here? - No.
[cop 1] Didn't you hear me? Put your hands on your fucking head.
Turn around.
Put your goddamn hands on your head.
[cop 2] What's the deal with the fancy bike?
Who'd you steal it from?
It's my bike. Well, it's in my aunt's name.
- But I have the reg-- - [cop 1] Hands on your fucking head!
[tense music plays]
Can I... get the registration?
Slowly.
Ah, guys, I'm sorry. I know I was going a little fast.
You can give me a ticket. I know you're just doing your job.
Hear that, Sarge? She thinks we're traffic cops.
Here's the thing.
- I'm gonna have to search the girl too. - [sniffs]
[Elisa] Why? What for? We don't have anything on us.
[sergeant] Nothing on you, huh? Nothing at all?
So then why do I smell weed?
[rummaging]
Look.
Seems like your boyfriend just got busted.
- There's probably more inside. - There's nothing.
- Shut up, junkie! - Hey! He didn't do anything!
- Why are you hitting him? - [sergeant] Whoa, whoa. Look at that.
That's not mine, sir. Why are you doing this?
You planted that shit! It's obvious you planted that!
[Wesley] That's not mine! [grunts]
- [Elisa] Get off him! - That's not mine!
[sergeant] Easy, easy, easy, Borges. Easy. Let's stay calm. Relax.
- Why are you doing this? What do you want? - [sergeant] Calm down.
Because we could settle this in a way that makes everybody happy.
Nice bike you got.
Bet your godson would like it, huh, Borges?
[sinister, tense music continues]
There's no fucking way I'm gonna grease your palms. Is that clear?
[handcuffs clacking]
Sir, please. Why?
We're taking your boyfriend to the station.
Borges, put him in the trunk.
[Wesley] This isn't fair. Don't do this. Why are you doing this?
- [sergeant] Go. - [Wesley] Ruin my life over nothing.
- Ow! Fuck! You're hurting me! - [sergeant] Take him.
- [Borges] Move it, asshole! - [Wesley] Ow!
- [Borges] Just fucking go! - [Wesley] Let me go! You're hurting me!
Why are you doing this to me, sir? For God's sake!
- Wait a minute. Hold on. - [Borges] Let's go! Move!
I'm covered! I've got family in the organization!
[music fades out]
None of us want trouble.
Let's do the right thing. We can all move on. Let him go.
You crazy?
Things just got interesting.
[tense music resumes]
Tell me more.
What's your deal with the Brotherhood?
Well, I just know some people inside, but I'm not directly involved.
I'm not a criminal!
You said someone in the organization's from your family.
You better start telling me the truth, or I might think you're messing with me.
[sinister, discordant music plays]
It's my father, but he's dead now.
Who's your father?
[suspenseful music plays]
[music fades out]
Who's your father?
Edson Ferreira.
[tense music resumes]
[sergeant] Fuck.
You're saying... you're Edson Savage's daughter?
[chuckles] Holy shit.
Let him go, Borges. She's Edson's daughter.
- You're the one coming with us. - What?
- [sergeant] You're coming with us. - Wait! Wait! Where are you taking her?
[Borges] Hey! You stay here, dammit!
Hey, shut up. Here's the deal.
We're taking your girlfriend for a ride.
If you really want to, you can come with us.
Otherwise, you're free to go.
So... you going home or coming with us?
I... I wanna go home.
[sergeant] I knew it.
Your boyfriend is a coward.
I'm never wrong.
- I'm just gonna grab my coke. - [plastic rustles]
You can go home. Take him home, Borges.
Give him my regards.
[Borges] Grab your bag. Fucking coward.
- [Wesley grunts] - Move!
- Abandoning your girl? - [Elisa] Let him go! You'll kill him!
- Stop with the violence! - [Borges] Go home!
Hey, calm down!
The daughter of the country's biggest murderer
is asking me to stop the violence.
The Brotherhood exists because scumbag pigs like you are around.
My father only wanted justice.
Justice is an excuse for punk criminals to act like animals.
Your father's even chopped people's heads off.
Didn't anyone ever tell you that story?
You're going in the back,
'cause I don't trust the spawn of criminals.
- [Elisa grunts] - Get in.
- You can't do that! I didn't do anything! - Let's go.
Let me go! You're hurting me!
- Go. Go. - Let me go!
[whimpers softly]
[music fades out]
[insects chirping]
[woman] Elisa.
What are you doing back there? You're not supposed to be here.
You said you were getting Dad, and I wanted to be there when you got him.
[woman] This is no place for kids.
[scoffs] For God's sake.
Where's Dad? Was he released?
No, he wasn't released. He wasn't.
You really shouldn't be here.
Be quiet. Quiet.
- [metallic scraping] - [low, suspenseful music plays]
[clattering nearby]
[Edson grunting softly]
[grunts]
[woman chuckles softly]
- I'm fucking free. I'm free. - [woman] You did it, honey.
Why is the girl here, Darlene?
- [men shouting in distance] - [man 1] Go, go, go!
- Sweetheart, come here. - [man 1] Check in the back!
I missed you so much, baby.
- [man 2] Do you see anything? - Time to go. Come on. Move it. Go, go!
- [alarm wails] - [man 2] Do you see anything?
[tense music plays]
[Darlene] Shit. Get down.
- Fuck. - [Darlene] Hide, Edson.
[Edson] Cover me up.
- Cover me with something. - [Darlene] Elisa, help him. Cover him.
[Edson] My legs.
Cover me, honey. Hurry.
[tense music continues]
[distant alarm buzzing]
- Good evening, ma'am. - [Darlene] Good evening, sir.
- Is everything all right? - Yeah, fine.
Could you step out of the car, ma'am?
We just had a prison break. I need to check the car.
It's for your own safety.
[coughing]
[continues coughing]
Sir, I... I'm in a hurry. My daughter's not feeling well.
I'm taking her to the ER.
- Mom, it's getting worse now. - [Darlene] Calm down, sweetheart.
[guard] All right, you can go.
- I hope she gets better soon. - Thank you.
[tense music fades]
[alarm distances]
[Elisa] And... what's your favorite song?
Do you have one?
[in Portuguese] ♪ Let me go ♪
♪ I must wander ♪
♪ I'll go around ♪
♪ Searching ♪
♪ Smiling ♪
♪ So I don't cry ♪
♪ I want to see ♪
♪ The sun rising ♪
♪ See the waters of the river flowing ♪
♪ Listen to the birds singing ♪
♪ I want to be born ♪
♪ I want to live ♪
♪ Let me go ♪
[in English] It's really beautiful.
Yeah.
And your favorite food?
What is it?
That would be feijoada.
It's got pork rinds,
sausage,
and farofa.
All those.
What's yours?
Instant noodles.
[chuckles] Instant noodles.
Nah, it can't be instant noodles.
What else do you like?
Instant food doesn't count, okay?
All right.
Hamburgers.
Yeah, I like hamburgers as well.
[chuckles]
Hamburgers are pretty great.
And your favorite movie?
Favorite movie?
Well, sweetheart, it's been a long time since I've seen a movie.
When I was your age, for example...
I always liked martial arts movies, like with Bruce Lee.
You know the ones, like, "Yah! Yah!"
"Yah!"
What's that?
This?
A cut someone gave me.
Did it hurt?
Yeah, it hurt.
Dad...
Honey...
I know we're just getting to know each other.
You probably have a lot of questions.
And that's totally normal.
Ask me anything you want.
Everyone talks about how you kill people, so I wondered, is that true?
Sweetie...
I didn't choose this life I have.
But I've always fought for dignity and justice.
And this fight has never ever been easy for me, you know?
Want some ice cream?
[Elisa] Mm-hmm.
[soft, dreamy music plays]
- [soundscape fades] - [waves lapping]
[laughing]
[laughs]
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicking]
- [Edson] Hey. - [Darlene chuckles]
Sweetie.
[shutter clicks]
[woman] Hi.
What are you doing?
[man] Leave the kid alone, Cláudia.
Hey, Lucas, isn't that our camera she's holding?
[Lucas] Oh, it's okay. It's okay, little girl.
Just give me back what you took and we'll forget about it.
- Give it to-- - I didn't take anything. It's my camera.
[snidely] Yeah, it's her camera.
- Uh... - Hi.
Are we good?
I'm her mother.
- [Lucas] Ah... - What's going on here?
It's just that your daughter took our camera
and was taking pictures of our son.
[Lucas] No, no. It's fine. Kids do that kinda thing.
I have this little one, but I also have a seven-year-old.
I know how it goes.
[Cláudia] She insists on saying it's her camera.
But it is my camera. My dad gave it to me. Tell her, Mom.
You've got it all wrong, lady.
- It's her camera. - Ah, okay.
Are you calling my wife a liar?
No. Of course not. I would never do that.
But I think your sweetheart had one too many.
They went to her head, made her nutso.
- [Cláudia] What? Are you crazy? "Nuts"? - Let's go, Darlene.
- Let's go to the car. - [Lucas] Give it back.
What is it you don't understand, idiot? The camera's hers, like I told you!
[Lucas] Damn, the thief's mom's got some nerve, doesn't she?
What did you call her? What did you call my daughter?
[Lucas] Only what she is, a thief.
But I'm not surprised, with people like you as parents.
Listen, you pathetic little shithead,
only reason I'm not gonna fuck you up is 'cause of my daughter over there.
Fucking asshole.
- Let's go, Darlene. - You're gonna let him call her a thief?
- Come on. - He called my daughter a thief!
- Come on. - Fucking racist assholes!
- Bunch of fucking assholes! - Darlene!
- You're all racist! - Hey, come back here!
I tried being polite about this. Now you'll have to deal with the police.
- Go fuck yourself! - We'll get the police out here!
- Fucking police. - Hey, give me that!
- [Cláudia] Get it, honey! - [cheers]
[Edson] Motherfucker! Give me this fucking camera right now!
- [man 1] Get the fuck outta here! - [Edson] Don't touch me. Fuck you!
- [man 2] Hey! Whoa! - Give it to me.
Give it to me, motherfucker! Give me the fucking camera!
The camera is hers!
- [man 2] Now he's attacking people. - Learn some manners!
[Cláudia] He's walking off with our camera!
- [man 3] Hey! Stop him! - [Cláudia] Give me my camera back!
- Ridiculous. - [man 4] Fucking animal.
- [Edson] Shut up! - You shut up!
Everybody, shut the fuck up!
- Edson. Edson. - [siren wails in distance]
Edson, the cops are coming, Edson.
- [siren wails] - They're coming.
Get out of here. Run, Edson.
- I'm not fucking running. - Run.
- Why do you have to go? - Don't let them take you.
- Please don't, Edson. Don't go. Don't go! - [man 2] That's the guy! Get him!
You see all those fuckers over there, sweetheart?
- [man 1] Fuck you! - [man 2] Get this guy!
You see them, sweetie?
- [woman] He attacked that man. - [man 2] Shut it down, buddy!
They want us to grovel in front of them.
[man 3] Lock him up!
And that's something we can never allow.
- Got it? - Got it.
[overlapping shouting]
- Edson. Edson, please. - [Elisa] Dad.
- For God's sake. - Dad.
- [man 2] Right there! - Dad, don't go.
- [melancholy music plays] - Edson, don't go away.
Dad!
- [cop] You're under arrest. - [handcuffs clack]
[man 2] Unbelievable, this guy!
- Be strong, sweetie. - [Darlene sobs]
- Let go of my dad! - [cop] Let's go.
[man 1] It's over! You're done, fucker!
[crying] Dad, please, don't go!
[cop] Move, fucker.
- [man 1] Get him out of here, yeah! - Dad!
- [Darlene sobs] - [trunk opens]
- Get in there. Get in. - [Elisa] Dad, please!
[cop] Get the fuck in, motherfucker.
[Elisa] Bring my dad back!
- [police radio trills] - [indistinct chatter over radio]
Daddy!
[cries]
[police radio trills]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[radio static]
[chatter continues]
[radio trills]
[cell phone beeping]
Time to call your aunt.
[unsettling, discordant music plays]
[dramatic sting]
[muffled chatter echoes]
[man 1 on phone] It's for real. It's not "if" anymore. Know what I mean?
- The question now is "when?" - And the names of who's going?
[man 1] We don't have them. But it's over 500 brothers.
- All to RDD? - [man 1] All of them.
Complete isolation, man. This is serious shit.
We're not talking small fish here either.
Our contact says all the top dogs are going down.
So we're not gonna get visits or nothin'?
What the fuck? They think we're a bunch of idiots?
It's all about them winning the election.
They'll isolate the command and crack down on the hood.
That's the plan.
[man 2] They wanna turn it back into a concentration camp,
like it was before we revolted.
But we gotta make smart moves. You get me?
They're not fucking around, man.
There's a time to retreat and a time to use force.
They're not fucking around? We won't either.
It's a matter of survival from now on, my brothers.
[Ivan] Either we show that we're alive and ready to fight...
- ...or we'll be erased from history. - [man 1] Damn right.
[Ivan] You guys just wanna sit and watch us be humiliated?
- [man 2] Nobody said "just watching." - [Ivan] Fuck yeah! That's right!
- [man 3] We wanna take action. - [Zica] They think we're stupid, man.
Evening, Counselor.
[man 4] Counselor.
[man 1] Counselor just showed up, Ivan. She's on the call.
[Ivan] I'm glad you found some time for us, Counselor.
- The fucking pigs got Elisa. - [dramatic sting]
[man 1] What did you say?
[Ivan] Spit it out, Cristina.
Those damn cops.
They called. They want 700 grand.
[tense music playing]
- Motherfuckers. - [man 1] Savage's daughter, man.
You're not thinking about paying the bastards, are you?
Of course not, Minor.
I told them to keep her, even kill her, that I don't care.
Minor, what the fuck is that?
- Come on! - Are we gonna take this shit lying down?
Just fork over money to the pigs?
If we do, they'll be kidnapping our relatives every week, huh?
- [man 4] Right. - [Minor] Mark my words.
You've paid them off before and gotten much less in return,
and now you wanna show some backbone?
Are you kidding me?
Listen up. We don't know how much time we have left.
Pay these motherfuckers whatever they're asking.
We'll make sure they know they fucked with the wrong person.
Sounds good.
I'll talk to those assholes, Cristina.
Everything's already arranged. I'm paying them tomorrow.
Alone. And they'd be crazy to mess with me.
Brothers. Listen up, everyone.
These assholes have crossed every line possible.
First, this transfer shit, which is for real, Cristina.
Then they kidnapped the girl. The message is clear.
They want us to go to war.
[Minor] That's right.
Wait, Ivan. Hold on.
The kidnapping has nothing to do with it. There's no message.
It's just a dumb pig trying to make money.
Oh yeah? How do you know that, Counselor?
We've spent ten years trying to reason with these pigs.
That's enough. It's over.
The Brotherhood was created to fight for dignity.
It seems like everything we've ever done is being destroyed by these motherfuckers.
We demand respect.
Now it's time to start fighting back, hard.
Or watch in silence while everything we've built gets demolished.
They gotta understand that we're in charge.
[Minor] Damn straight.
Either they agree to give up on this transfer crap
or we fuck shit up on a massive scale.
Bro, here's the thing. We're taking over the whole prison system.
All at once, in one move. That will teach them some respect.
[Minor] But commandeering the prisons won't work. Not anymore.
No one cares about what happens in there.
The game's changed.
We could burn all the mattresses in Brazil,
and no one would give a shit.
[Ivan] He's right, goddammit. Prison revolts won't do a thing anymore.
They're treating us like shit, so let's make sure we hit the fan.
We change our strategy, and attack them where it hurts the most, outside.
- [Minor] The game is on the streets now. - [man 2] Send them all to their graves.
[man 3] Any pig on the streets is shot, no questions asked, bro.
Wait, Ivan. Calm down, Calm down.
The Brotherhood doesn't work like that anymore.
Please. It took years to prove we could run without violence.
And everyone sees that we're making more money
and helping our brothers in prison.
I'm negotiating with the Department of Security.
- I just need more time, dammit. - [Minor] With all due respect, Counselor...
they kidnap your niece and this is how you react?
Are you playing us for fools? Huh?
Precisely. Precisely, Minor.
The police have my brother's daughter, who I raised as my very own.
And yet, somehow, I don't think killing is gonna solve anything.
[man 3] What about the brothers going to solitary? What are we gonna do?
[Cristina] Handle it peacefully, through legal means.
I'll overturn the transfer in court like I've always done.
For all 500 of them, Counselor?
[tense music continues]
[man 3] Honestly, ma'am, don't take this the wrong way,
but go take care of your family.
Show some respect, Gil.
Respect. Got it?
[cell phone chimes and vibrates]
Ah, fuck!
[cell door clangs in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[doors clanging]
We're fucked, Ivan.
First block's started.
Listen, here's the deal. They're starting to move block one already.
- [Minor] Fuck. - [Ivan] I'm giving you just one order.
We take over the jails, then we attack in the streets.
It's over, man. It's about time we sent them a message.
[Minor] He's right. They gotta learn to respect us.
We're about to take down São Paulo. The Brotherhood's going down in history.
- This is war. - We're the Brotherhood.
[guard 1] Let's go!
Come on!
- Get up. Get up. - Ivan.
- [guard 1] Time to go for a stroll. - [Cristina] Ivan, are you there?
[Ivan] They're coming. It's going down.
- [tense music continues] - [guard 1] Make some coffee. Get up.
- Ivan. - [guard 1] Let's go!
Who's callin' the shots when you're not here?
[dramatic sting]
- [guard 1] Time to pack. Time to get up. - [cell doors clanging open]
While I'm out of the picture, command goes to Minor.
[dramatic sting]
[guard 1] Get up. Let's go. Come on.
[cell door clangs open]
[guard 1] Time to go for a ride.
Come on, punk. Your taxi is here.
[Zica] Let me just get my stuff.
[guard 1] You're not taking anything. Your stuff will come later.
Let's go, scumbag.
- [cell doors clanging] - [guard 2] Come on. Get up.
- Get up! Get up! - [guard 3] Go, go, go!
[guard 2] You're going for a little stroll.
Hey. I'm talking to you. Get up. Let's go. Let's go.
- [guard 3] Move, move, move! - [guard 2] Let's go! Move, move, move!
[cell door clanging]
[tense music continues]
- [telephone beeps] - [line disconnects]
[music abates]
[Ivan sighs]
[ominous music plays]
You heard him, dammit.
Send the order out.
- [man 5] It's time! - [man 4] Yo, bro.
- That's right. It's going down. - [man 6] The whole system is going down.
[man 4] Here's the thing, dude.
Go out into the streets and cause some terror.
- Make it happen. No questions asked. - [Gil] Kill them all. Make an example.
- [man 4] It's war. It's war now. - [Gil] Do not hesitate.
- [man 4] Mess with us, it's war. - [Gil] Make it happen.
- [overlapping chatter] - [telephones ringing]
[cell phones ringing]
- [music intensifies] - [man 6] This is our time!
[man 5] Make it work. They come here to test us?
That shit don't fly around here. You heard me?
[man 4] No one's giving the brothers a dirty look today.
Things are gonna blow up everywhere.
[man 5] We're the Brotherhood.
[music intensifying]
If they want war, then that's what they're gonna get.
[man 4] They're gonna learn the hard way.
[man 5] They don't respect us, so now they're paying the price.
They need to know we make the rules here.
[overlapping chatter continues]
[music swells]
- [music halts] - [Gil] You know what to do.
[prisoner 1] Come on, brothers. The call is out.
[unsettling, dissonant music plays]
[music abates]
- [prisoner 2] Let's show them! - [prisoner 3] The system is going down!
- This is war! - [prisoner 2] It's the Brotherhood!
We are the Brotherhood!
- Come on! Let's do it! - [prisoner 4] Come on! Let's go!
[reporter] The riots that have been taking place in the prisons of São Paulo
since early this morning
are in retaliation for the transfer of a number of Brotherhood members
to the maximum security RDD unit.
That now, ten years after the death of their leader, Edson Ferreira,
known as Edinho "Savage,"
the Brotherhood has cemented its reputation for organized violence,
claiming responsibility for the riots.
There are 25...
No, now it's up to 29 prisons where rioting has been reported.
The riots have spread rapidly throughout multiple regions of the state.
This escalation is marked by unprecedented coordination.
And public safety experts have been warning
about this capacity for mobilization for quite some time now.
[police siren wails]
Hey, buddy. Give me a latte, would you?
[machine grinding noisily]
[drowned-out chatter continues on TV]
[grinding ends]
[reporter] ...the number of casualties continue to increase by the hour.
As of now, we have noticed
that the prison riots show no signs of stopping.
Uncontained.
Ten prisoners, two in Taubaté, and eight in São Sebastião,
have died from burns sustained after setting fire to their cells.
[sergeant] The Counselor, in the flesh.
It's an honor.
Where is she?
[sergeant] Are you alone?
I gave you my word, right?
Even though this meeting is in front of a police station, I'm here.
You didn't really have much of a choice about that.
With the rest of your pack in the zoo making such a mess of things.
Where is she? Locked up at the station? Or am I here just to be intimidated?
[sergeant] Relax.
The baby savage is fine.
First, you need to tell me where my money is.
I wanna see if she's okay first.
What's that saying you gangsters keep repeating?
Um...
"What's right is right."
Isn't that it?
[tense music plays]
[breathes anxiously]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music plays]
Wait.
[passing traffic honking]
[Borges sighs]
[nearby police siren wailing]
[door closes]
[suspenseful music continues]
[breathes shakily]
[people chattering indistinctly]
- [music halts] - [soundscape fades]
[sizzling]
[grinding]
[squelching]
[muffled soundscape]
[traffic light clicking]
[clicking echoes]
[sizzling]
[heartbeat thumping]
[clicking echoes]
[suspenseful music resumes]
[heartbeat thumping]
[passing motorcycle rumbles]
[soundscape resumes]
[tense music building]
- [screams] - [sergeant] What the fuck is this?
- Elisa! Elisa! - Requesting backup! Requesting backup!
[Borges] Get back here, dammit!
[cop screams]
[Elisa] Cris!
- [gunshots] - [public screaming]
- [man 1] What was that? - Get down! Get down!
- [rapid gunfire] - [public screaming]
- [bullets ricochet] - [man 2] What's going on? See anything?
- [Cristina] Elisa! Elisa! - [sergeant] Take her! Go! Now!
[tires screech]
[biker 1] This is the fucking Brotherhood!
[man 3] Get down! Get down!
- Hey, hey, hey! Come here! - [Elisa grunts]
[biker 2] Go, kid! Go make a name for yourself!
Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
[man 4] Get out of the way! Go!
[man 5] Here you go, you sons of bitches! Take this!
- [cop grunts] - [man 6 groans]
[kid] Take this you fucking pigs!
[glass shattering]
- [kid yelps] - [alarm rings]
[man 4 groans]
[man 5] Go! Go, go, go, go!
- Motherfucker, go! - [tires screech]
[man 7] Motherfucker! You fucking deserve it!
[tires screech]
[biker 3 screams]
[woman whimpering]
- Fucking bitch! You set me up, didn't you? - I don't know anything about this!
[screams]
[whimpers breathlessly]
[gasping rapidly]
- [Elisa] Cris!
- [gunfire] - Elisa!
Elisa!
- [Elisa] Cris! - Elisa!
Cris!
Elisa!
- [Elisa] Cris! - Elisa!
- Get me out of here! - Elisa! No!
- Cris! [screams] - No!
- [panting] - [engine revving]
[melancholy music plays]
[flames crackling]
[music fades out]
- [dramatic sting] - [indistinct chatter]
Sir, is it possible to tell me the account holder's ID number, please?
[man] But I've given you my ID number three times.
My problem isn't that hard to solve. I just need you to check if--
- [gunfire over phone] - My God. What was that?
[line disconnects]
[workers chattering]
[reporter] São Paulo police are currently being held hostage by the criminals.
The city now faces a day of chaos with attacks happening in several regions.
Guys, look, isn't that the station just down the street?
...was shot at about half an hour ago. The atmosphere is one of tension and fear.
Everyone. Over here, please. I need everybody's attention for a minute.
Look, because of the situation on the streets,
I'm gonna let everyone go home, okay?
But don't panic. Just get your bags and your stuff and let's go.
- [cell phone keypads beeping] - [woman 1] I'll try to take the subway.
- It's a nightmare. - [man 1] Are you getting reception?
- [panicked chatter] - [car horns honking]
[woman 2] Hello? I'm on my way now. Stay there. Don't go anywhere.
Don't leave the house.
[biker] Move it, Grandma!
Somebody needs to be home when they get there.
- [siren wails] - [motorcycle horn honks]
[reporter on radio] Incinerated buses, banks, and security forces under fire.
- [engine revs] - [driver] Watch out! Come on! Move it!
- [revs] - [tires screech]
- [horns honking] - [panicked chatter]
[woman shrieks]
[police chattering urgently]
[ominous music plays]
- [distant sirens wailing] - [horns honking]
[man 2] It's a war. There's shooting happening.
[woman 3] The kids are in school! I have to pick up my son!
- [man 3] Get out of the way! - [woman 4] Stay there! I'll be there soon!
[woman 5] Stay there. Don't move.
- [traffic honking] - [sirens wail in distance]
[overlapping panicked chatter]
[Ivan] Give him some cover, man.
It'll be smooth as silk. Just gimme a minute.
[prisoner 1] What's going on?
[prisoner 2] Here. It's an open line.
[chuckles] Hey, bro, I've seen guys hide shit up their asses,
but in their fat rolls, it's the first time.
- [chuckles] - [prisoner 3] Watch it, dude. Come on.
[keypad beeping]
[Zica] I wonder what else he's got in there.
[keypad beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
- [engine revving] - [Cristina honks]
[car horns honking]
- [ringing continues] - [Cristina honks]
[ringing stops]
- Hello. - [Ivan] It's me. I'll be quick.
I need you in the negotiation.
Go back and talk to the secretary.
You need to tell him that the price of peace
is for them to drop the transfer.
Negotiate with what?
Do you really think that with all these riots going on,
with this many cops getting killed, that they're gonna revoke the transfer?
The press is all over it.
That's the point.
If they don't agree to it, we keep up the attack until they fucking surrender.
This shit has kept me from paying the ransom for Elisa.
She should be home by now, dammit!
[Ivan] We'll send someone to find her while you take care of this.
Who knows if she's alive, Ivan?
There are people dying right now as we speak.
[siren wailing]
I need you to trust me. The governor will give in.
Now tell me. I need to know if you're gonna--
What I'm saying is that I'll never forgive you
if something happens to her.
Dammit, Christina, listen for once! I'm running out of time.
Just do your job. Set up a meeting with him.
Negotiate this fucking transfer.
[scoffs]
Now you wanna negotiate?
Why don't you send Minor?
[prisoner 4] Come on. Hide that phone, Ivan.
What's it gonna be, Cris?
Am I gonna be left to rot in solitary?
I won't even be able to see you during visitation.
Is that what you want for us?
- [siren wails] - [prisoner 4] We're fucking there.
[guard 1] Make room for fresh meat. The big boss is here.
Cristina.
You know there's no going back, right?
- [banging] - [prisoner 4] Ivan.
[guard 2] Big boss my ass. That son of a bitch's reign is over.
- That's for sure. - Cristina.
- [prisoner 4] Come on. Hide that phone! - [Ivan] Cris.
- [prisoner 4] Do it now! - [Ivan] Cristina.
[dramatic sting]
- [sirens wailing] - [cars honking]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[continuous honking]
[frenetic string music plays]
[honking continues]
[reporter on radio] While the population hides behind locked doors,
criminals act with military boldness.
Organized crime has declared war against the state.
Chaos has taken over the streets and fear has spread like wildfire.
The city that never sleeps...
- [phone line rings] - ...is now living a waking nightmare.
[phone line rings]
[intercept tone plays]
[Borges] Hey, Sarge. Where the fuck are you?
Tell me where you are, man. I'm worried about you.
Did those motherfuckers do anything to you, Anselmo?
Listen, I still have the package here, but I can't keep her much longer.
I need you to tell me what to do.
Don't leave me alone. Call me.
[footsteps]
- [clink] - [liquid pouring]
- [Elisa] Could I have some water? - [light clatter]
[steady footsteps approaching]
[Borges] Hmm.
[glass clatters]
Don't you think it's weird he's not answering and he left you alone?
[Borges] Shut up. Nobody asked you anything.
[neighborhood dogs barking in distance]
[low, tense music plays]
Well, it looks like he knew the plan wouldn't work and he split.
He'll lay all the blame on you.
It's obvious you don't have anything to do with this.
There's still time to fix it.
- You just have to let me go-- - Shut up! Shut the fuck up!
What do you think, that I'm stupid?
Do I look like an idiot?
Let you go. No one's letting you go, dammit.
I'll only let you leave when the fucking phone rings.
And you better hope... no, pray...
pray that nothing happened to any of my partners.
'Cause if something happened, you're gonna pay for it.
[tense music continues]
Wait, I also don't agree with what the radio says
the Brotherhood is doing.
You don't agree, my ass, girl.
The fuck you don't.
You hate the police.
And I don't just mean thugs. I mean everyone.
There's always someone like you clapping and shouting,
lighting fireworks when one of us falls.
It's not hate.
It's fear.
We've always been more scared of you than the criminals.
Ask anyone, they'll tell you the same.
The police
are out there to protect good people,
risking their lives and earning peanuts.
Now, as for the thugs,
with thugs, little girl,
we have to come down hard.
Or do you think there's other ways to get justice?
Depends on what you think justice is.
Is this justice? Hmm?
[tense music continues]
[Borges chuckles]
That's all I needed.
[breathes deeply]
Getting a fucking lecture from a thug.
Is that why you joined the police?
You're a coward.
[unsettling, discordant music plays]
- Shut up! - [Elisa yelps]
[music stops]
[car horns honking]
[reporter on radio] The city is now officially in lockdown,
and public transportation has been suspended.
Stores and banks are closed.
Classes have been suspended in schools.
Furthermore, the rebellions inside the prisons continue to escalate...
[man 1] Here's the address.
Shoot to kill, got it? Remember, every cop has a gun at home.
- Don't screw this up, guys. - [Gil] All right, let's go.
- [man 2] Let's go, brothers. - [man 1] Get outta here.
- [man 2] Stay sharp. Let's go. - Hey, Counselor.
- [man 2] Justice. Let's move. - [man 3] Let's get this done.
[tense music plays]
Let's go. Come on.
Hey, Rui. I need your help with something.
You know I have the utmost respect for you, right?
What is it?
Look, Counselor, I'm fully aware that this family would never be what it is
if it weren't for your work.
But I just got orders from above not to cooperate with you anymore.
- Listen to me. - [dramatic sting]
I got you into this family.
I'm responsible for your success. You know I've always done the right thing.
I know that.
- But I got orders-- - But nothing.
The fucking pigs have my niece, dammit.
Her life is in danger.
So fuck Ivan.
Tell me what you need.
[dramatic sting]
I just need you to get the address of the pig who's got her.
- [computer trills] - [Rui] Civil police?
[Cristina] Military.
[Rui] If you know the area where he operates in...
[Cristina] 60th Battalion.
The bastard didn't even bother to hide it.
I know his face. Pull it up.
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
- [Cristina] Son of a bitch. - Is that him?
No, that one's gone. Keep going.
- [sinister music plays] - [mouse wheel scrolling]
- Here! - [dramatic sting]
[Rui] "André Luis Borges."
Got him.
[printer beeps, whirs]
[suspenseful music plays]
[reporter 1] Stores closed early, classes were suspended,
and several bus lines are not running.
[reporter 2] São Paulo faces a wave of coordinated attacks by the Brotherhood.
[reporter 3] The organization has attacked several targets,
showing strength inside and outside the prisons.
[reporter 4] In the midst of the crossfire,
a curfew has been imposed in the capital.
[reporter 5] It's not even 6:00 p.m. and the largest city in the country
is now a ghost town.
- [music abates] - [distant siren wailing]
[music fades out]
[siren distancing]
[eerie silence]
- [siren whooping] - [dogs barking]
[squeaking]
[distant siren wails]
[bus brakes squeal]
[woman 1] I go down this street every day. Today, it feels like a different city.
[woman 2] I've never seen anything like this.
[man 1] They sent everyone home. How am I supposed to get home?
[woman 2] I waited two hours for the bus.
[sirens wailing]
[sirens stop]
[cop 1] Hands on your head!
- Everyone against the wall! - [cop 2] You, in the middle.
- Everyone against the fucking wall! - [cop 2] Come on!
- Go, go, go, go! - [man 2] Please, sir. I'm a working man.
- I just came-- - Who the fuck asked you?
You only speak when I tell you. Got it? Anyone here got a record?
- [breath trembles] - [tense music plays]
[cop 1] Do you guys speak my language or not?
Does anyone here have a record?
[cop 2] Here, Captain.
Turn around, dammit!
This one's a convict.
A Christian with tattoos?
- You got a record, right, man? - I'm a working man, sir.
[captain] Hey, ma'am.
What the hell are you doing out of your house, ma'am?
[breathes shakily]
- Get over there! - [whimpers]
Go on, now!
- I've already served my time. [groans] - [captain] Who fucking cares?
- [crying] - [man yells]
[captain] You mess with the cops, you die, motherfucker.
- [crying] - [gunshot echoes]
- [dogs barking] - [music fades out]
[footsteps approaching]
[chatter on TV]
[gate clatters, squeals]
[gate squeals]
[clatters closed]
[disquieting music plays]
[heavy breaths]
Son!
[door closes]
Son!
[tearfully] My son.
André.
[whimpers softly]
[disquieting music continues]
[sobs]
- André. - [Borges] Hey, Mom.
- [gasps] Oh, my son. - [music fades out]
- [sobs] Thank God you're okay. - Mm...
[mother cries]
Blessed be His name.
How come you're home so early? Weren't you going to church?
People all over the city are just getting murdered.
It's like a war.
You wouldn't believe what I went through to get here, son.
- But are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
But I was worried sick.
What happened to your car? Did someone shoot at you?
Long story, Mom. You know I can take care of myself, right?
If I ever lose you, my son, I'll ask God to take me too.
Don't even think that, Mom.
I prayed so much for you to be a police officer.
But I don't know if I did the right thing.
There's so much evil in the world, sometimes I think hell is right here.
Well, I think I need a shower.
- No! Hey! - [dramatic sting]
Uh, Mom, I...
I only had breakfast today.
I had a shitty day.
And the only thing that got me through it
was knowing that, when I got home, I would get to eat Mrs. Ângela's food.
Oh, sweetie.
I was wondering if you could make us some french fries.
Oh, sweetie, what I wouldn't do for you.
- My God. - [kisses]
[breathes deeply]
Fries, sweetie?
- [Borges] Yeah. - Okay.
[chuckles softly]
[tense music plays]
[footsteps departing]
[distant clatter]
[metallic rattling]
[door opens]
[door closes]
- [keypad beeping] - [anxious breathing]
- [line ringing] - [Borges] Answer, motherfucker.
[line rings]
[intercept tone plays]
- [voicemail beeps] - Anselmo, where the fuck are you?
They're killing everyone, and I'm alone with the girl.
I don't know what to do with her anymore. I'm doing this for you, man.
Did they do anything to you? Answer the fucking--
- [phone trills] - Fuck!
[heavy clatter]
Fuck, man!
[breathes anxiously]
[tense music continues]
[ominous music drones]
[Elisa groans dazedly]
[water running]
[grunts softly]
[water splashes]
[softly] Get me out of here.
- What's going-- - Be quiet. Be quiet, dammit.
- [muffled scream] - No.
[muffled screams]
[whispers] Shut up.
[music intensifies]
Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
[muffled grunting]
[muffled scream]
[Borges] Shut up.
[Elisa whimpering]
Quiet, dammit!
[muffled scream]
- [music plays on radio] - Shut up.
[water sloshing]
- [whimpers] - Shut up.
[muffled screams]
[screams]
[muffled scream]
Shut up!
[music continues]
[muffled scream]
[whimpering]
- [muffled soundscape] - [music continues faintly]
[music fades]
[sloshing water drowns out background]
[sloshing abates]
[sorrowful string music plays]
[music fades out]
[Ângela] For God's sake! What's going on here?
[Elisa coughs and gasps]
- [gasping] - [Ângela] Are you okay, dear?
[panting]
- Please tell me you are okay. - [Elisa whimpers]
For the love of God! What's going on here?
- [Elisa pants] - Who is this girl?
What were you doing to her, André Luis?
- Tell me! - Calm down.
I can explain, Mom.
[Elisa pants and coughs]
[suspenseful music plays]
- [engine stops] - [car beeping]
[music fades out]
[chatter on TV in distance]
[baby crying faintly]
[dogs yap and bark in distance]
[grunts]
[gun cocks]
[Ângela] André Luis, please, just tell me what's happening.
[Borges] What's happening, Mom, is that all these men are out there.
There was a major issue at work so I had to bring this shit home.
Now you do your thing. Don't bother me. Don't meddle!
[Ângela] This was that partner of yours, wasn't it, André Luis?
I told you that man is not your friend!
[Borges] Of course he's my friend, Mom. I'm his son's godfather.
[Ângela] But he's not a good person.
I know you'd never do something like that alone.
[Borges] What do you mean, Mom? Just look around.
They're all bad people, all thugs! Look what they're doing to the city!
[Ângela] Oh, so now you're God? Dealing out justice?
Stop it, André Luis. That's not how I raised you.
- [gun clatters] - Are you listening to me?
[Borges] Look, you just stay here, and I'm gonna go solve this problem.
You can't just leave her anywhere.
You worry too much, Mom. You're gonna get me in trouble.
[scoffs] I'm going to get you in trouble? Look what you've brought into our house!
[chatter on TV]
What's that? What's that money, Mom?
It's the emergency money I saved.
You're a good boy, son.
I'm not going to let you ruin your life
over something you did in the heat of the moment, André Luis.
[sobs]
It's decided, son. Go on!
[dramatic sting]
[Ângela] Go get the girl upstairs.
- [suspenseful music plays] - [neighbors' dogs barking]
[tense pulsing]
[barking continues]
Elisa! Elisa!
- Cris! - Elisa!
- Help me. I want to get out. - Thank God.
- Get me out. I'm tied up. - I'll help you out.
[Cristina breathing heavily]
- I'll get you out of here. - Uh-huh.
Calm down.
[Borges coughs]
Take it. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
- [metallic rattling] - [Cristina gasps]
[door opens]
[Borges] Let's go. Get up.
[door opens, closes]
[Elisa] What are you gonna do to me?
- [Borges] Shut up. - [Elisa] Let me go, for God's sake.
[Borges] Shut up and get down there.
- [Cristina breathing heavily] - [barking continues]
[Borges] Stay there.
[Elisa] Calm down.
[Borges] Be fucking quiet.
[Elisa] Calm down. There's still time to get the money you want. Listen to me.
- [Borges] Shut up! - [clatter underfoot]
[dogs barking loudly]
[barking continues]
[lively music playing on TV]
[sighs]
[grunts softly]
[woman on TV] Nightly News is brought to you by Fresh.
Daily relief.
Fresh breath, guaranteed confidence.
[front gate squeals, clatters]
[tense music plays]
[vehicle reversing]
[door rattles]
[tense music continues]
[panting]
[engine starts]
[music intensifies]
[engine revs]
- [dramatic sting] - [music abates]
[low, suspenseful music plays]
[breathes deeply]
- [music continues] - [distant sirens wailing]
- [tires screech] - [dog whines]
[car accelerating softly]
[music fades out]
[Borges] Mom, what are you doing? Don't take her hood off.
[Ângela] We're far from home.
Where are we going?
[Ângela] Calm down. Everything will be fine.
- [breathes anxiously] - [rustling]
[Elisa] For God's sake. Where are you taking me?
[Borges] You should thank God every day that my mother crossed your path.
Hear me, pretty girl?
[keypad beeps]
[beeps]
[automated voice] You have ten new voicemails.
To listen to your messages, press one.
[beep]
[man] Dude, where are you? I keep calling and you're not answering, dammit.
I'm worried.
Did you hear about Anselmo?
Those Brotherhood motherfuckers killed him.
His wife just got here. I didn't know what to say.
They shot him in the face.
Call me, brother. I hope you get this message.
[beep]
[tense, discordant music plays]
[music abates]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
Get out.
Come on. Are you deaf? Get out.
What are you going to do?
Take her to the station, put her on a train.
No. You don't have to. I can't do anything.
- I just wanna go home. - Shut up! Shut up!
- Do you wanna die? - No one is going to die.
We've talked about this. Let the girl go. She's suffered enough.
Go, my dear. Go home. Live your life. Forget about us.
My son is not a bad person.
He's just followed his partner into this stupid mess.
He's easily influenced.
Think twice before you talk about Anselmo in front of me again. You hear me?
Or I'll lose my patience with you too.
- What are you saying, son? - Get in the car.
Get in the car.
- What are you doing? - [Borges] You stay here.
But please, son.
[tense music continues]
[engine idling]
- [over PA] Attention... - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Not that way. Keep walking. - ...transfers between lines is suspended.
Calm down. Let's talk. This isn't what we agreed on.
I don't make agreements with fucking thugs. Just keep walking.
[dog barks]
[engine idling]
[music intensifying]
[music abates]
- [Borges] Move, dammit. - Where are we? What the fuck?
- Move, dammit! Move! - [grunts]
- Wait. - You people killed my partner, dammit.
You killed my partner. Is that justice?
Is leaving his son without a father justice?
[whimpers] Please.
[dog barking agitatedly]
Who the fuck's that? Who's there?
- [slash] - [groans]
- [bullet ricochets] - [gunshots]
[groans]
[dog barking]
[groans]
- [knife clatters] - You're gonna pay, motherfucker.
[suspenseful music plays]
- [music abates] - [dog barking in distance]
[distant hurried footsteps]
[music building]
[music abates]
[Borges] You think you can fucking run from me?
[suspenseful music continues]
[melodic chime over PA]
[over PA] Attention.
Train service and transfer between lines is suspended.
We appreciate your understanding.
[bus brakes hiss]
[Elisa whimpers and grunts]
[Borges] I'm gonna get you, little rat!
You can't hide from me.
Motherfucker!
- [bullet ricochets] - Motherfucker!
[Elisa] Cris! Help me! Over here!
[dramatic music plays]
Elisa!
- [Elisa] Cris! - Run!
[Borges] Run. I'm still gonna catch you. Run all you want!
[Cristina] Run, Elisa! Run!
[music abates]
[melodic chime over PA]
[over PA] Attention.
Train service and transfer between lines is suspended.
We appreciate your understanding.
[sinister music drones]
[low, suspenseful music plays]
[metallic clang echoes]
[bullet ricochets]
[grunts]
- [bullet ricochets] - [whimpers]
[melodic chime over PA]
[over PA] Attention.
Train service and transfer between lines...
- [dramatic sting] - [gasps]
- Sh! It's me. It's me. - Auntie! Thank God!
Are you okay?
I am, but he's crazy. He's gonna kill me, Cris.
- Where is he? - [metallic clang]
[footsteps plodding on roof]
Fuck.
[whispers] Come on. Come here.
[metallic clanging overhead]
[clanging]
Move. Go.
- [Elisa shrieks] - [Cris] Get down, Elisa! Get down!
[heavy breathing]
- [Elisa] Cris! - [Cris] Stay there. Stay there.
[melodic chime over PA]
[over PA] Attention. Train service and transfer...
[Christina shrieks]
[Elisa gasping]
[Cristina] Go, go, go, go, go!
- [gunshot] - Run!
[Borges] You're both going down!
[panting]
Come on! Come on! Let's go, Cris! Let's go!
[both grunt]
[both exclaim]
Go. Go, go, go. Run.
Run and don't look back. Go!
Don't look back.
- [gunshots] - Oh God! Look out!
Get down.
- [bullets ricochet] - [glass shatters]
- [whimpers] - Go! Go, go!
[gunfire]
[gunshot]
Get up there.
[Elisa grunts]
[tense music continues]
[melodic chime over PA]
[over PA] Attention.
Train service and transfer between lines is suspended.
We appreciate your understanding.
[gunshot]
- [shrieks] - [Borges] I'll hunt you down to hell!
[gunshot]
[dramatic string music plays]
[grunts]
Where is my son? Where is my son?
Come on.
- Come on! - [car door closes]
Get in the car!
[frenzied music builds]
[music abates]
Let's go, Cris.
[magazine clacks]
What are you doing? Please, let's go.
WHAT'S RIGHT IS RIGHT
[Ângela] I heard gunshots. What's happening? Are you okay?
Mom, what are you doing out here? I told you to stay in the car.
- Do what I say. Get in. Get in, Mom. - Let's go home, son!
- Which way did they go? - They went that way.
Stay here.
[suspenseful music plays]
[Ângela] Tico, son, let's get out of here!
[Barges groans]
- [engine revving] - [tires screech]
[sustained horn honking]
Mom.
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mommy.
Mom.
No. No, Mom, no.
[horn stops]
[disquieting music plays]
No. Mom.
Mom.
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom!
[sobs] Breathe, Mom. Breathe.
Look at me.
Look at me, Mom.
- [whimpers] - [Ângela inhales strenuously]
[shallow, labored breathing]
Mom.
[cries]
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm gonna get you outta here, Mom.
I'll get you out. I'm gonna get you out of here.
- Easy now. Breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. - [labored breaths]
Slowly. Mom. Mom. Mom, easy, easy.
[labored breathing]
- [footsteps approaching] - [Borges sobs] I'm sorry, Mom.
- I'm gonna get you outta here. - Enough.
[crying] I'm gonna get you outta here. Come on. Come on. Breathe, Mom.
- Don't leave me here alone. - We should go.
[sobs] Mom.
- Stay with me, Mom. Please. - [Elisa] Come on.
[Borges whimpers]
No, no, no, no, no. No, no.
[weeping]
Mom. Mom.
- [wearily] I love you, Tico. - Don't go.
Take her to the hospital, please.
Don't leave.
[sobbing] No, no, no. Mom.
Mom, breathe. Breathe, Mom!
Breathe, Mom. Breathe!
- Don't leave me! Don't go. - [engine starts]
- Come on. Hurry up. - [Borges] No! No!
No! Motherfuckers!
Motherfuckers!
- [screams] - [gunshot]
- [Elisa whimpers] - [gunshot]
[Cristina grunts, groans]
[tense music plays]
- He shot you. - [Cristina gasps]
[groaning]
[panting]
- [tires screech] - How can I help? Fuck. Tell me, Cris.
- [Cristina groaning] - Hurry!
You're bleeding too much. It's too much, Cris.
- [screams in agony] - Hurry, Cris!
Faster! Hurry, Cris. We can make it. Come on.
[Cristina panting]
Fuck. You're bleeding too much.
Fuck! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
Shit!
[Cristina whimpering]
- [man 1] Stop the car! Stop the car! - [Elisa] What the fuck's going on?
Stop the car! Who the fuck are you?
- What are you doing here? - I'm the Counselor.
- [man 2] Turn the car around! - Let us through! We have to go!
[man 2] Are you fucking deaf? Turn the fucking car around!
- Counselor? - [man 3] We own this city!
[man 4] It's about time!
She's hurt. We need to go to the hospital.
[Cleber] It's the Counselor! She's injured, dammit!
It's the fucking Counselor! It's the Counselor!
- Let them through! - [Elisa] Clear the road!
- Come on! Open this shit! - [Elisa] Let us through!
[overlapping shouting]
[Elisa] I'm Edson's daughter! I'm Savage's daughter!
- The Counselor is in the car! - [man 5] Time to light it up!
[Elisa] We need to get to the hospital!
[overlapping shouting]
[gunshots]
[man 6] Let's fucking go! Where's the fire?
- [gunfire] - [Elisa] Help me out! Help!
- Someone help me! - [man 7] Brotherhood, baby!
[yells]
[man 8] Throw that thing already!
- [raucous cheering] - [rapid gunfire]
[shouting]
[gunfire continues]
[man 2] This is the Brotherhood! We own this shit!
- [man 6] Brotherhood! - [man 4] It's the Brotherhood, bitches!
Come on! Hurry up! That's enough! Let's go!
[strained, wheezy breathing]
Come on. Come on. Let me drive. Come here.
Hold on tight.
- Hold on tight. - [Cristina groans]
[Elisa] Hold on tight. Come on, come on. I got you.
[Cristina grunts, labored inhale]
- [man 6] They're coming! Get ready! - [distant sirens]
Here! Let's go! Come on!
- [sirens approaching] - [gunfire]
[brothers shouting]
[heavy gunfire]
[Elisa whimpers]
[men groaning]
[Elisa whimpers]
- [motorcycles revving] - [disquieting music plays]
[Elisa crying]
[Cristina wheezing]
[sirens wailing]
- [police car revs] - [tires screech]
[siren distancing]
[shallow, labored breathing]
[Cristina murmurs wearily]
- [Elisa] Fuck, Cris! Talk to me! - [murmurs]
[Elisa] You're the strongest woman I know. You can make it.
- [labored gasps] - Come on, Cris.
[Elisa crying]
Edson...
- [sirens wailing] - [labored breathing]
Edson... [gasps]
[strained chuckling]
He would be so proud of the woman you've become.
[chuckles]
[sorrowful, discordant music plays]
[tearfully] Forgive me, Elisa.
[waning] Forgive me.
[distant sirens wail]
[crying] Stop, auntie. Don't do... Don't do this to me. Stop, auntie.
Cris. Auntie.
You're all I have. Don't do this to me.
[crying]
Don't do this to me. Auntie, look at me.
You're my family. Don't do this to me.
[gasps] Auntie.
Auntie! [whimpers]
Auntie, come on! Auntie!
[shrieks] Auntie!
[weeping] Auntie. Auntie.
Auntie, no. [wails]
Auntie. No.
[whimpering]
No.
No, auntie. Auntie!
[wailing]
Auntie! [screams]
- [siren whoops nearby] - [gasps]
[pants]
[chatter over police radio]
[whimpers]
[breathing softens]
- [radio static] - [chatter continues]
[woman screams]
- [glass shattering] - [bullets ricocheting]
- [gun clicking] - [Elisa murmuring]
[whimpering tearfully]
[baby crying]
- [radio static] - [indistinct chatter over radio]
[baby crying continues]
[Elisa whimpering]
[crying grows louder]
[crying continues]
[gun clatters]
[low, disquieting music plays]
[crying continues]
[Elisa] It's okay.
[Elisa whimpering breathlessly]
[baby continues crying]
[Elisa crying]
[both crying]
[soft, melancholy music plays]
[Edson] Let me go.
I must wander.
I'll go around, searching,
smiling... [chuckles]
...so I don't cry.
[baby's cries fading]
[Edson] I want to see the sun rising.
See the waters of the rivers flowing.
Listen to the birds singing.
I want to be born.
I want to live.
[melancholy music continues]
[music fades out]
[poignant, orchestral music plays]
[music fades out]
[tense music plays]
[music intensifies]
[music abates]
[music intensifies]
[music abates]
[music fades out]