CITY OF SÃO PAULO
-Federal Police! -Freeze!
Go!
-Here! -Grenade!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Operation Crime Genome, which began this morning,
is proof of the pioneering power of forensic science…
FEDERAL POLICE STATION
…thanks to the tireless work of our team of experts,
who had officers working 24 hours a day,
up to their elbows in trash the robbers left behind.
So far, we have around 60 DNA profiles linked to the Proguard case.
Two robbers were arrested this morning.
Surround them!
One set of DNA belongs to Carlos Oliveira Dias, AKA Batoré.
His DNA was collected while he was in jail in 2015 and 2016
and matched DNA found on a cigarette butt at the gang's HQ in Ciudad del Este.
Lie down!
The other belonged to Leanderson Matias do Céu, AKA Caroço.
Stop!
Look down, not at me.
I said look at the ground! Don't look at me!
Bath time's over, baby.
Most of the DNA profiles have yet to be matched to an identity.
But there are crimes. Lots of them.
Careful, boys.
Thanks to the National Bank of Genetic Profiles, we now know
that many of these same profiles were present, together or separate,
in, at least, ten other cases of city domination and violent robberies
in multiple locations across Brazil.
We're talking about various groups uniting
to form what is likely the largest gang of bank robbers in the world.
The goal of Operation Crime Genome
is to break up crime against property in the country.
You can put those in the back.
Today's arrests are only the beginning. Thanks.
-Sir. -Sir, a question.
A question, sir.
What's up, partner?
POLICE
CRIMINAL CODE
EPISODE 3 ANIMAL MAN
All her other bottles
are in that cabinet above the kitchen sink, okay?
-Do you remember the amounts? -I do.
It's seven scoops in 210 ml. In the afternoon, five scoops in 180 ml.
It's 150.
Oh, this is important.
We have cameras all over the house, okay?
-We're cops. You get it. -No worries.
Good morning! I didn't wake anyone, right?
-Who is it? -Coffee?
Oh! I think it's all gone.
I'll make us some delicious coffee. Watch.
That's not necessary, okay?
Here, one…
What's up, psycho?
Isn't that a lot?
It's enough, right?
-You're in yesterday's clothes? -You're kidding.
-Mirna, call Fernando with any questions. -Okay.
Let's go, psycho! No time for coffee.
-Bye, Fernando. -Bye.
-Bye, Mirna! -Bye.
You owe me coffee, Suellen.
SCI-TECH SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY DEPARTMENT
How did you get in here?
The door was open. I was looking for the bathroom.
This software is for cracking cellphone passwords?
Yeah.
That's Mamute's cellphone.
I know doing it by hand takes forever.
This way is quicker?
Oh, super quick.
There are only 13 hours left.
Okay.
Well, good luck.
I'll see you at the meeting.
I heard you're scared shitless to show your face in Foz.
But fucking Medianeira?
It's far as hell.
I need to raise some money fast.
-How much? -Twenty-three.
Million?
Fucking A.
In how long?
-Three months. -Are you crazy, bro?
Proguard wasn't even your fault, man.
Mamute was the one who fucked up.
He doesn't drink, bro.
Get in touch with that guy Isaac.
He's big.
Enormous.
Vain as hell, but he's a monster.
If it wasn't for this trouble at fucking Proguard,
I wouldn't be solving this problem.
So come on, man.
You know the area. Hook it up for me.
I can't, bro.
The cops are on me.
I have to pay what I promised the brothers.
They're in a rush.
It's your promise, not mine.
What the hell, man?
You won't help me?
If you wanna back out, go ahead,
but look…
What goes around, comes around. I'll be watching.
-Are you threatening me? -You wanna file a complaint?
It's my word against yours. Your choice.
Are you worried?
Don't worry, man.
Just hook me up. I'll handle it.
You'll get a share.
I'm not trying to screw anyone over, man.
I just want to make this right.
I'll look into it.
I'll see what we can do.
Where did this guy come from?
No one knows much about him, then he shows up leading the whole thing.
Hey, here comes Mr. DNA.
-Good morning, sir. -Morning.
Gentlemen,
may we begin?
-Yes, sir. -Yes.
Who has something?
Nothing?
-What about the robbery cars? -Fake IDs, sir. No leads.
No news on the security cameras.
Standard MO.
The mansion in Paraguay was rented six months prior with cash.
Mamute's phone must be getting processed in a toaster.
It's so slow.
-It'll be done tomorrow, sir. -Don't expect much.
When they do a job, the Organization goes dark.
Only those working the job are in on it.
Afterwards, they delete their messages
and destroy their devices.
-And the link analysis map? -All question marks.
-We arrested who we could. -Giving up already?
No, Suellen. Go find them yourself!
Might as well start your vacation, huh?
We should start calling him "Salty."
He's so lazy.
-You're setting the trend. -Let him go.
Master Assunção.
Fancy seeing you here, kid.
We need your help with Proguard.
Does Rossi know?
Of course.
-Excuse me, guys. -Of course.
Everyone knows Assunção, right?
-Hey, Assunção. -Hey.
Chief, Benício said you agreed to invite me.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Over to you, professor!
Is this a retirement home now?
NO PARKING
Over there.
Hey, jerk off.
What's up, Roleta?
How's it going?
-This isn't ours. -Of course it is. Same as always.
-Did you forget how to count? -We're raising the peace tax.
-That wasn't our agreement. -Agreement my ass!
Listen.
We impose taxes. We don't agree on them.
We've seen you with your new slot machines and big cars.
So we thought… right, Gerson? "Roleta's doing well for himself!"
"He could move up a tax bracket."
I can pay that rate next month. The slots are an investment--
-Bullshit! -Whoa, Gerson!
Are you crazy? You're hurting me!
-They're an investment, businessman? -What the hell?
-Where's the money? -My hand!
-Give me more time! -Where is it?
-A few more days! -Where?
-Give me more time! More days! -More time?
-Turn it off! -50K.
50K by next week, right?
-50K! -By the end of the week.
50K by the end of the week!
-Turn it off! -Got it?
I fucking got it!
You're crazy.
Take this pocket change. By the end of the week!
Asshole.
Fucking crazy asshole.
This DNA.
It shows up at two armored car robberies, not including Proguard.
And this one here.
Along with the attack on an armored car in the small town of Palmital,
it reappears in an explosives robbery in Porecatu.
Look, I think this is the way forward.
Is that a coincidence?
A coincidence?
All from the same region? All vehicle robberies?
I'll shave my mustache if it is.
This DNA here, from Porecatu,
also appears at the prison break in Foz.
-This could lead to Soulless. -If we filter the robberies by profile…
We can find others, crosscheck our info.
Two armored car robberies with the same profile.
During the investigation, gentlemen, we identified three suspects.
None were formally charged.
Two of them were in custody during the Proguard robbery.
Now, the third… Gentlemen, I present to you Roleta.
We have nothing on him. He's free.
Get everything you can on that robbery and on Roleta.
Send everything you find to Suellen.
You know what, man?
You gotta die to see God.
I'm out, then.
Is that your play?
I'll see that shit, then.
He's not messing around.
Hang on, boys.
Roleta is serious, man.
You gotta die to see God.
Goddamn, man.
Check that out.
Two pairs beats one, right, old man?
I think it does!
We're partying tonight, Gordim.
-You killed it, man. -Hell yeah, partner.
-You did that. -It's ours, man.
Goddamn.
Damn.
Everything's more expensive, food, power, school supplies,
but your bribes stay the same.
I'm looking for info about a guy.
His name is Roleta.
Roleta?
Roleta…
Roleta, no.
-Are you sure that's his name? -Yeah.
Be careful who you ask, okay?
If I hear anything about this Roleta,
I'll tell you.
I've got some clients these days that love to talk.
Thank God!
So you're getting by?
Kind of.
This subscription thing is such a scam.
Some guy pays, then sends my videos to a 200-person Telegram group.
Come on.
See what you can do.
Then we'll talk.
Take care, okay?
-Kid. -Bye.
Bye.
FEDERAL POLICE
SCI-TECH COMPUTER LAB
PHOTO GALLERY
DELETE 1 PHOTO?
They don't know you, Assunção.
But thanks for recommending me and what not.
No one remembers the old guy.
Even you seem like you don't know me sometimes.
This is the first beer you've had with me since you got to Foz.
My bad, teach. I owed you this.
I'm not that into fishing. It's too slow.
I was the same at your age.
This lone-wolf thing you've got going on.
I thought I could fix everything by working.
Get justice, you know?
A Batman complex.
But in the end,
you turn 60
and the only thing you have in common with Batman
are the bats in your house.
You mean I'm trying to play the hero, huh?
No, I mentioned it because we're handsome millionaires.
Oh, Assunção. You're a piece of work, huh?
So,
what are these addresses?
This Roleta guy that you're looking for is from here.
He makes money off of slot machines.
People say he's crazy, a nutcase.
Is he in a gang?
Seems like he joined the Organization ages ago.
Those addresses are the bars where he has slot machines.
Fantastic. Take care.
Thanks.
Hey.
-Are you on the fish's side or mine? -Sorry.
I just caught a big one. I think it'll lead to Soulless.
Good. Scare the fish, then.
Fuck!
Come in.
Hey, Moreira.
What's up?
-Did you see Rossi's show? -Yeah.
-Seems like he loves the mirror. -Yeah.
That must be why he looks the wrong way.
What?
Why did the Organization and the Ambassador make peace?
They made some deal.
In exchange for what?
Then, a few months later,
the Organization terrorizes Paraguay and no one says anything?
No, there were a few executions during all that.
Revenge killings.
Who kills witnesses out of revenge?
If someone kills someone who's trying to rat on me,
I say thank you and buy them a beer.
So I decided to look into it.
I found a photo of Mamute next to a plane that flies to Paraguay.
-No. Stop. -It could be a direct connection--
Enough!
I called you in to keep an eye on Rossi and his team.
-I was just doing my job, sir. -You're suspended.
I'm still a cop.
Technically, you're not right now.
Okay?
So, anything else?
Great.
You can go.
Good God, Benício.
We're in a car downtown, not a nuclear bunker.
And I only have enough Melhoral for one night.
And no,
this isn't my first stakeout.
Look at this.
This is my first stakeout with a growing teenager.
Hey.
What's that?
A report Assunção sent about an armored car robbery.
Roleta is the main suspect.
If it was him,
he is really crazy.
Yeah?
Why?
Two cars tailing an armored car at 160 kph on a one-lane highway.
-Fuck. -Let's go. Step on it!
Hurry up and shoot.
Go. Move it, Pereira.
Shoot that shit. Don't brake!
-Go! It'll work! -Stop!
-Fuck! -Go!
-Go, shoot. -Go!
The rest was by the book.
A .50 caliber doing what it was made to do,
tearing up an armored car like paper.
Out of the way! Get down!
Get the fuck out!
-Fuck! -On the ground!
-Get out! -Go!
-Go, motherfucker!
-Fucking go! -Go! Get down!
Grab it!
Move! Fast!
Go!
-Go! -Go, damn it!
Now, the crazy part is what happened next.
Holy shit. Another idiot.
What? Are you crazy?
Come on! Turn around!
-Let's hit this one too. -No.
Did you hear me? Are you deaf?
Turn around. Go!
They couldn't have planned it, but fuck it. They did it the same way.
Even with Highway Patrol three kilometers away,
trying to break through.
Fuck, that's wild.
Damn, these guys… Wait.
Wow.
-We've got our guy. -Yeah.
Avelar, I'm missing some cash.
The machines aren't making money yet. I need a few more days.
You're stringing me along, Roleta.
Seriously, I'm doing a big job with a guy, then I'll get the cash to you.
Listen, I'd give you more time,
but Gerson is pissed.
I can't control him. Handle it.
Handle it quickly.
Fuck, Avelar.
What am I gonna do?
Hey, man. That thing we talked about…
Are we good?
We should talk.
But there are some cops on my ass trying to raise their fee.
Don't worry. I'll send one of my boys to get you discreetly.
LUXURY
-Is that Roleta? -Look at that bum.
I'll park here.
Look.
Move, slowpoke.
-They're going in. -I'll go.
Dude, for someone who changes ten diapers a day, this is…
child's play.
-I'll finish the report today. -Good morning.
-You should come with us, Yuri. -Go ahead. No problem.
Roleta's DNA.
What? How did you manage that?
From the trash.
It wasn't pretty.
If it matches other robberies, we could get a phone tap.
Put a bug in his workshop.
If we're lucky, we can intercept a conversation with the Organization.
-Nice! -Did you document the chain of custody?
Pardon us.
-Did you call us? -I did.
Benício and Suellen found Roleta,
and they managed to collect what they think is a DNA sample.
Now, do you have a picture of him drinking and tossing the can
and one of you collecting it?
-Boss. -Do you?
They billed DNA as a magic bullet,
but if it's this fucking hard, it's not worth a damn.
-What are you laughing at? -Relax.
We found Roleta. Just stay on him.
Roleta is tied to the slot machines
and that armored car robbery.
-Why not arrest him? -I agree.
We could arrest him.
We could get a warrant for those other crimes,
but you know how it is.
We arrest him, the Organization gets a good lawyer,
they get habeas corpus tomorrow, we've alerted them, and he disappears.
So what do we do, sir?
We need to connect him to Proguard.
DNA, him meeting with other suspects, anything.
But I need proof of chain of custody for all evidence.
We have to do it right so we only do it once.
Sir, isn't it worth analyzing the can on the low?
Just to see if it matches with DNA from someone from Proguard?
Yes.
I'll see what I can get. Excuse me.
-Yeah, DNA boy. -Shut up.
DNA. Does Nothing Anyway.
Santos was a really zen guy.
Only one thing really bothered him.
The sound of chewing.
If that's the only thing that annoyed your partner,
the guy must have been a monk.
He really was, Suellen.
Best cop I've ever known.
-Not just me. Anyone. -I've heard that a lot.
-How did you two end up in Foz? -Santos was always chill.
He almost always did the right thing,
but he taught me
that you can't just be a cop sometimes.
Solve some crimes and not others, just because the bosses want you to.
And you investigated something you shouldn't have.
Did you guys regret it?
We're cops.
Sure.
-What the fuck? -What the fuck?
Yeah, let the whole street know we're here. Nice.
Listen, Rossi has ordered you two to take a break. I'll take over from here.
-We will. -No, thanks.
We're good. Bye-bye.
Go away.
He's so annoying.
He's too big for his britches.
What's he doing? Why isn't he gone yet?
He's calling Daddy.
Good evening, boss.
Sorry to bother you.
Agent Benício wants a word with you.
There's nothing to say. Benício, Suellen, you have two options.
You can either leave the stakeout or leave the case.
I didn't hear an "okay."
-Okay. -Okay.
Don't screw anything up.
-Thanks, okay? -Idiot.
What a daddy's boy.
PRISON BREAK IN FOZ: CRIMINALS KILL FEDERAL AGENT
GROUP PLANS MEGA ROBBERY AT PROGUARD VAULT IN CIUDAD DEL ESTE
No fucking way.
Why not?
You too. No fucking way.
Come in. Roleta left the workshop. Let's go.
Wake the fuck up!
Benício!
FOZ STATE PENITENTIARY - BLUEPRINT
LEAVES PATH OF DESTRUCTION
Benício.
I've woken my dad up enough times.
Guilherme is tailing Roleta.
He left the workshop for a distant meeting.
Shall we?
Fuck. Let's go.
I thought it was a joke that you didn't shower.
SLOW SCHOOL ZONE
Just fill it up? Okay.
Fuck!
That's not fucking Roleta.
No fucking way, bro.
You were sleeping. I'm not radioing it in.
I'm not doing it.
You said it was him, now own up to it. Go ahead.
It was a trick. It's not Roleta.
Motherfucker!
-I don't fucking believe it. -What an idiot!
God damn it.
It's a perfect plan. Check it out.
The general manager controls when the money gets to the agency.
So we grab the manger, his family, his loved ones, all that,
then we start convincing them to collaborate.
They'll give us everything,
the time the car arrives, how much is in the vault.
They'll give us everything, then we go in.
Hey, boss, what's up with that beer?
Finally! He had to come back eventually.
What are the chances he'll go back out tonight?
-You want a number? -Yeah.
99.9%.
What are the chances of that outing getting us anywhere?
15%.
Being very optimistic.
Don't do that, man.
You'll kill me one day. I've got a bad heart.
Where's the 50K?
You'll have it in a few days.
Don't fuck with us, Roleta.
Do you think we don't know that you were at the Paraguay heist?
-You think we don't know that you're rich? -No, bro. I don't do that anymore.
I'm in entertainment now, an entrepreneur.
-Entrepreneur my ass. -Yeah.
And I'm the Minister of Justice.
-Let's take a ride. -Move!
Did you see those guys go in?
No.
Yeah, boss. We're outside Jardim Lancaster at a small farm to the north.
The guy was brought here by two individuals.
Affirmative. Is a crime being committed?
I'll try to get a warrant. Teams are standing by.
Maintain position. Don't enter without illegal activity.
Okay, honey.
I'll be home in ten minutes, okay?
Honey, I'm stopping by the hangar.
I'll be a little late.
Preliminary results show that the beer can DNA
matches with samples from Proguard and the prison break.
Fuck yes!
Seriously, we can't sit here quietly, knowing that Roleta is 100 meters away.
What about those two guys?
I don't know. Maybe they were at Proguard. Maybe they were at the prison break.
-Fucking Soulless could be in there. -You're right.
You're right.
They could be in there with narcotics, weapons,
planning the next heist. They could be committing four crimes simultaneously.
Fucking A. Exactly!
Look. We've been here for four hours.
Still no fucking warrant.
-And we're the ones out here. -Yeah.
If something serious goes down inside, I won't forgive myself.
We're just sitting here waiting on bureaucracy.
When did we start agreeing?
We've been working together a lot. Soon our menstrual cycles will sync up.
God willing.
Look at that.
They called in a cleaner to get rid of evidence.
Let's take a look.
-I'll go and be back in ten. -No, we go together.
That's what I said. We go together, yeah.
Sir, we're going in. I'm sure there will be illegal activity.
Backup is on the way, Suellen. You'd better wait.
If we wait, we'll miss the crimes.
Send backup. We're going in.
Nice, Suellen.
-Let's go by the side. It's darker. -Okay.
This bum deserved a shank.
Definitely. I'll pass it off to you after.
Leave no trace.
It's going to be hard to clean all this up.
It's going to suck.
Hey, what the fuck was that?
Go around. Come on!
Federal Police! Freeze!
Fucking freeze! Stop!
Here!
Federal Police! Drop your fucking weapons!
What the fuck is this?
Federal Police my ass.
Shit! Hang on, Suellen.
Holy shit.
God damn it.
Fuck!
-Federal Police! -On the ground!
-Drop it! -Drop your weapon!
Civil Police! Don't shoot!
Where are Benício and Suellen? Benício!
Here! Suellen is wounded! Hurry the fuck up!
-Go! -Stay quiet.
Officer down! Ambulance!
-Go! -Call an ambulance, quick!
Go!
Call an ambulance!
Suellen.
Breathe, Suellen.
Breathe.
One of the times Santos saved my life, I was just like you, fucked up,
freezing cold, almost passing out.
Then he said to me,
"Benício, you can't die."
"Samuel is waiting for you."
Samuel?
I have a son.
I have a son, Suellen.
He told me, "You can't die. Your son is waiting at home."
-Your son. -"He needs a dad to care for him."
Ayhu.
Ayhu. Ayhu is waiting for you.
Relax.
Breathe.
I'm with you.
Should we go home? Should we?
-Let's go see Ayhu. -Ayhu.
Let's go see Ayhu.
-Ayhu. -Ayhu.
-Ayhu is waiting for you.
Here. You want it?
Grab it.
Daddy will be right back.
Where's Suellen?
-Where's Suellen, Benício? -Wait.
We…
sensed there was something wrong.
And Roleta really was there, but the guys were… Then--
-Where's my fucking wife? -Wait.
There was a guy with a cleaver. A cleaver, man.
And she bled a ton. She's at the hospital for surgery.
-She has to have surgery. -The hospital.
If my wife was hurt during duty, why is the biggest psycho telling me?
I'm sorry.
-In this state? -I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
Did you hurt my wife?
What are you sorry for?
I should have protected her.
You?
Didn't you lose a partner?
Stay away from her.
Tell me something.
Do you by chance suffer from a dissociative disorder?
Because you're crying after butchering a man.
Do you know the difference between a crooked cop and a criminal?
Criminals still have a chance of surviving prison.
Don't do this, sir. I have three kids.
Save your sob story for the homicide squad.
I'm investigating Roleta.
What was your deal with him?
We charged Roleta a fee to let him keep using his slot machines.
-He started buying more machines. -So you raised the fee.
We knew he was at Proguard.
Roleta strung us along, said he'd pay us after a job he had with a partner. Fucker.
Sir, we just wanted to scare him.
We didn't believe that his heart was bad.
-After the first shock-- -What about the job Roleta had?
Who was his partner?
Will you try to convince me you didn't ask
who his partner was so you could fleece him too?
He said it was
some guy named Soulless.
Subtitle translation by: Jay Raid