…police.
The criminals managed to flee from a poorly-policed area.
Without firing a single shot, the gang acted in coordination…
How did the criminals escape?
The theft is estimated to be 200 million reals.
I'll ask him. One moment.
He's coming over.
We need more material.
Is this related to the explosion in Santa Isabel that killed the officers?
How did they manage to escape, Officer?
Just be careful with the press.
Benício.
Hey.
I talked to the FP team here.
They said we can work with them.
-Shall we get to work? -This can't be a coincidence, right?
No, dude. It can't be a coincidence.
Soulless in Santa Isabel, 40 minutes from the Guarulhos robbery,
can't be a coincidence.
Suellen, I feel like this guy is made of sand. He slips through our fingers.
But they could still be nearby. Come on. Don't lose steam.
-The trail might still be hot. -Let's go.
Holy fucking shit!
Concentrate. It's not over until it's over.
-Let's move fast. -Let's go.
-Go! -Move, fast!
Go!
-It's so much gold. -It's heavy.
Fucking move it.
CRIMINAL CODE
EPISODE 7 HACIENDA
PARAGUAY AMBASSADOR'S FARM
This shitty bike won't run.
Do you want me to look at it?
It won't start.
Huh.
I don't know what's wrong.
That gold best be on its way. These guys don't like to wait.
Try to start it again.
We still have to clean up, bro.
I'm not a gas station attendant. Burn it.
Should we tell the cops we were here, then?
They're waiting on my cut in Paraguay.
Fuck.
Goddamn amateur. Let's go.
EMERGENCY AMBULANCE
Let's move. Now.
The gold's on its way.
Will it take long?
Because G.I. Joe here won't accept credit.
They said it'll be here by nightfall.
Máscara,
if this nutcase challenges me, I'll ask you to talk to him.
Is he a mercenary?
Tit for tat.
Guns aren't scared of big men.
They're easier to hit.
You're funny, Máscara.
The boss will like you.
"You must be ready,
because the Son of Man will come when least expected."
I'm fine, Fernando. I just can't come back today.
You never can.
I'm sorry. I'm in the middle of a crime scene.
Fernando.
Hello?
-I don't believe it. -Suellen's here. Go ahead.
-Is good news too much to ask? -Sorry, boss. We don't have any.
Someone leaked that we were after Mônica.
Probably Moreira.
Got it.
In that case, don't tell anyone anything.
Just focus on the investigation.
I know it's early, but we've got no clues.
No fingerprints, ammo casings, nothing.
There's some security camera footage,
but they're all in balaclavas.
-What color? -What? The balaclava?
White.
White?
-Have you heard of the Ghost Gang? -Yeah, but I never took it seriously.
I thought it was BS from people who don't know how to investigate.
Yeah, maybe.
But the DNA matches.
Several have the same explosion signature, including Proguard.
The smarter they are, the cockier. It's their signature.
That's true. Thanks, Rossi.
How long have you been a cop?
-Saldanha. -Yes, sir?
Send a rundown of the Santa Isabel operation to São Paulo.
What time the agents arrived, their room, hotel, etc. No more.
Okay, but I don't know what hotel or room they were in.
Can anyone tell Saldanha?
Send it to me?
Thanks.
Ask Suellen, Saldanha.
Sure, boss.
The rest of you can find information on the Ghost Gang.
We suspect that they did Guarulhos.
It must be the pressure. There's so much going on.
UNKNOWN MESSAGE: NEW NUMBER. CALL
I'm not sure that's it.
I'm available to help catch them in whatever way you need.
It was very hard for us.
Right, but the issue is that fast robberies without shots fired
can't happen without the help of someone on the inside.
They're the worst kind of criminal. Cowards.
But the robbers flee. The helpers stay.
-They're the ones we catch first. -I didn't do it, for God's sake.
It's not an accusation.
-Did you know about the gold, officially? -No.
-And unofficially? -One ton?
It's better not to know.
I just saw two FP cars pull up.
I didn't even react.
It was like they knew exactly how things work here.
-They did. -How did they get the vehicle?
It was fake.
-Your turn. -Our shift starts at 6:00.
The containers with the gold showed up about an hour later.
It was our first load, due to its value.
The cops said they had a report, to keep it under wraps.
I didn't say anything. Cops are cops, right?
Not always.
Then they came in at 8:15. No, 8:30.
-8:15 or 8:30? -8:16 on the dot.
My wife is convinced I was British in a past life.
PRECINCT 8:15/8:30? 8:16
What time is it?
What?
A Brit who doesn't wear a watch?
I don't live in England.
With all this violence, I started not wearing it. Forgetting.
11:10.
Lift your sleeve, please.
No, the other arm.
I don't understand.
That's a fresh mark for someone who doesn't wear a watch.
I didn't say that. I said I forget sometimes.
It's hard to imagine such a punctual English lord forgetting his watch.
It's old age, son. You'll get there.
I won't see you wearing a watch on the security tapes?
Actually, I was wearing one.
I hid it during the robbery so they wouldn't steal it.
Or you hid it from the cops so they wouldn't notice your new watch.
I'll give you two options.
Open it or open it.
A dead guy from the Paraguay robbery had the same watch.
-Crazy coincidence, right? -I can't go to jail. I have a family.
-Have you sided with the criminals? -I had to.
The company changed. I lost my retirement.
-Who gave you that? -I know nothing about him.
-I met him on the interstate. -He called your cell?
-Yeah, but-- -Let's trace the PIN.
-Give me your phone. -Hurry, Augusto.
-Am I going to jail? -Yes.
Don't worry, my English lord. Everything in jail is on time.
-Let's go. -Come with us.
-You answer me when I call you. -I'm out.
They know there's an informant on the inside.
-You don't get it. My family-- -Shut up and listen.
This contract has no annulment clause, so get with it.
You'll get a new phone and an envelope tomorrow.
Inside will be a photo of us paying you.
If you prefer, I can send your boss a framed copy.
You tell me.
The cellphone trail ends here.
This is the place, but they left no trace.
Nothing? Not even a single hair?
It's worse. Did you smell the chlorine on the cars?
They put bleach on them.
That powder all over the inside is sodium bicarbonate.
Now we won't get DNA from anything. The guys have wised up.
-Or there's someone in their ears. -Based on the smoke, they're not far.
It's all warehouses here. There's no one to talk to.
All we can do is try to find somewhere with CCTV.
-And fast. -Let's go.
-Thanks. -Bye, thank you.
These crooks are getting too professional.
There, CCTV.
Close to the warehouse. I think this is it.
Wow, what an honor. Having two feds at my place of work?
That's more than a sign.
I tried to get into the academy five times and failed.
You don't have any tips you could give me?
Give up while you still can.
Show us your footage.
An hour and forty between them leaving and us arriving.
Fast-forward.
There they are.
Is there a hospital or clinic nearby?
I've never seen an ambulance on that road, let alone two.
Rewind it, please.
Wait. Can you zoom in a little?
It's him, God damn it.
-Can you read the plate? -Shit, I can only see the letters.
If we put the combinations of missing numbers into SINIVEM,
the system will recognize the plates from any traffic camera in Brazil.
There are 999 combinations.
Dude, you could be a mathematician.
There. All the plates registered in SINIVEM.
-They're all there. -Are any of them ambulances?
-Negative. They're fake plates. -Let's work by elimination.
Disregard speed cameras near the address where the plates are registered.
He wouldn't drive it near there.
You can also disregard anything 1,000 km from São Paulo, Assunção.
They wouldn't have time.
999? That's impossible.
Relax, sir.
313 identified. 32 suspicious.
Only use the ones that are speeding. He's in a hurry.
Attention! SP-300.
180 km/h.
-Heading to Bauru. Whose name is it in? -Genivaldo Silva, 85 years old. Taubaté.
He's 85? That's got to be him.
Right. Let's get this asshole.
Attention. We need an urgent roadblock on SP-300 at the Bauru exit.
Stop every ambulance you see. Every one.
Suspect is driving an ambulance at a high speed.
Police reported ahead.
No ambulances have passed by radar or the blockade.
He should've driven past by now.
We're dispatching units to all local roads between the toll booth and the blockade.
Shit.
-Quick. The pigs are after us. -Put it in the bag. Go.
Benício, bad news.
The vehicles found a clandestine airport.
They chased a plane during takeoff, but it escaped.
One of the ambulances was abandoned there. The other was found in Campinas.
Son of a bitch!
Let's chase that plane! Go straight to Campinas!
-We have to find him. -Enough, Benício.
Where are you going?
-Enough, Benício. -Let's go.
-No. -Let's go.
Let's see who owns the airfield, the plane number, something--
-We're going to Foz. -There has to be a clue.
Stop, Benício!
I've already missed too much in my life. I'm not missing my flight home.
It's been too long
that we've just been living and breathing this case.
It can't be our whole life.
-Suellen. -I'm not a machine, okay?
-I need to. -You might think you are.
You've got one fucking fuse and it's burning out fast as hell, man.
You need to light another fuse, Benício.
Find another fuse to light, man.
The problem is, I'm not the only one I burn, Suellen.
Don't you get it? I'm not the only one.
That's your excuse for everything, and it's getting really fucking old.
You don't get it, huh?
I don't have to get it.
Listen, do what you want with your life.
At the end of the day, loneliness is a decision you make.
Making a decision is really lonely, right?
But don't you like being alone?
Make your decision, man.
I'm going back to Foz.
I'm staying in São Paulo.
I'll try to light some fuses here.
Fine, man. Okay.
Let's go!
What will you do with the money here?
Touch my weapons, and I'll kill you.
Your order just arrived.
I never doubted you, brother.
Bring in your men.
You can unload the plane.
Let's go. We'll go together.
The renovations look nice.
Did you come to compliment the house?
Could we talk somewhere else?
No, Chico is my partner.
Whatever you want to say, you can say in front of him.
Look, Sandra, I know this probably doesn't make sense,
but I really needed to come here and see Samuel.
I know I was a bad husband and an absent father.
A guy who spent days away from home for whatever case he was on.
A guy who had to work out every Sunday.
A guy who missed every important date because of work.
You don't need to list it all. I remember.
I want to change.
I want to change, really.
I don't know what I can do to make him like me.
He's not like that because he doesn't like you. He misses you.
Things didn't work out with us. That's fine.
But Samuel wants a dad, Benício. A dad who's around.
-I want to be that for him. -Then you need to try harder.
One second. Excuse me.
Hey, Rossi.
Wait just a second.
I have to go.
-Don't come here without telling me again. -Hi, Rossi.
Go ahead.
Hi, baby doll.
Mommy didn't want to be away for so long, okay?
But he was so close.
You could almost feel him.
Hi.
I brought you this.
You were almost out, right?
What I wanted was our family.
Us fighting about who would get up when she cried at night.
Choosing a two-hour movie, only for you to fall asleep in the first minute.
I wanted to wake up to you.
Wake up.
They say I just do the housework
while you travel with someone else and make more than me.
I know this is stupid,
but I'm a fucking cop.
The guys won't give me a break.
I'm just fooling myself, right?
Trying to pretend I'm not angry that I transferred to the review board,
while you're in the field being a real cop.
I love our daughter more than anything.
But us…
It's like we're broken.
I can't glue us back together.
Not alone.
These things you say you want…
I thought I wanted them too.
But I can't…
I don't want them, Fê.
It wouldn't be fair to me.
Or to my daughter or to you.
Because it would be a lie.
What do we do?
I don't know.
Everyone tells you how to get married.
No one tells you how to separate.
Come with Daddy.
Tell your friends to fuck off.
It takes a real man to be the kind of father you are.
Can I hug you?
You see this, man?
We're reaching a new level.
Without owing anyone anything.
This has nothing to do with us, right?
Just wait and see.
What the fuck is this?
They're all mercenaries. Americans, Nigerians, people from the FARC.
They're killing machines, here for the money.
Is this necessary? This isn't really our style, Isaac.
To do what we need to, I'd hire them myself.
What are we doing? What are they doing?
Are you gonna keep that secret until the end?
That's the deal. Be patient.
Only three or four people know.
-You'll know when the time is right. -All this secret talk. It's new.
Relax, man.
What are we going to do with these psychos?
Make history. We're here to make history.
We have something they don't, which is this.
We have money,
but we're here to make some social capital.
We're here to make friends, got it? So pay attention.
-Djeison, my friend! -Isaac!
-Brother. How are you? -How are you?
-Welcome.
My brother Gabriel. This is my family.
Welcome. Come on. Let's go.
Thank you.
Your brother. Welcome, brother. Let's have a drink.
-Yeah. -Do you have a smoke?
Welcome. Would you like a cigar?
FEDERAL POLICE
Well, what do we know?
That Soulless stole the Guarulhos gold, possibly with the Ghost Gang.
Possibly with Moreira's help.
Possibly, to finance another operation with the money.
Yeah, it's not much.
Let's go.
-You prefer the taste of defeat or beer? -Beer!
Always beer.
The team will be waiting in this truck.
We could also leave this way, along the river bank.
We'll have to split the team in two. We can't go in this way as one.
Split up?
We have an army and you want to split it up?
What?!
Leave it alone.
The Organization gave him the plan. We just carry it out.
We'll settle up after.
Let's get it over with.
Tell us about your fucking plan, instead of making eyes at each other.
Pay attention. Your team…
we'll split it in two, all right?
This convoy will stay here.
It's possible the feds will come from here and here.
I'm a Paraguayan killer, and I'm here to kill you.
Why? Para-guay not?
Why am I laughing?
-Come on, boss. Loosen the tie. -It's fine.
How many did we throw in jail? More than 15.
-It was cops and robbers alike. -Even a human butcher.
That's what I'm talking about. Look, you guys should be proud.
Hey, Assunção. Isn't that what being a good cop is?
A good cop… is one who knows how to pass through evil
without considering himself the incarnation of good.
-Do you know who said that? -No.
Me.
-Nice! -On that note, I'm leaving.
-I'll be thinking of that until I die. -I'll go too.
-Thanks. -Bye.
The man is here. Let's go.
Let's go.
So?
The guy disappeared?
Yeah.
But he's also suspended from duty. He has no reason to report in.
And Wladimir?
Will he pay for throwing us a rat?
What do you think?
He sent the guy to us knowing his issues.
So everyone knew about the guy's past but our team? Is that it?
Theoretically, the trial is confidential. No one knows.
For God's sake, Rossi.
I almost died at least three times during this case.
Can't we know about the guy who's contributing to this?
They say Moreira spent over two years inside the Organization.
No one could get in, let alone spend two years.
I guess he moved up the ranks in there, met some important guys.
Even Bigode is here.
They invested 30 million in this. They had to send someone from the board.
Then an agent named Plínio heard what he had done
and got authorization from another boss to try it out.
Bigode, on behalf of the Ambassador, welcome to our humble farm.
But, you know, few people are told about an undercover operation.
Moreira only found out there was another fed in there once it was too late.
-Hey. -Hey, Sheik.
-What's the situation? -It's not good.
Our brother Dante, may he rest in peace, flushed out a rat in our midst.
He took our partner's life. Now he wants to negotiate his.
There's no negotiation.
Article 9. Killing a brother results in death.
All right, fam. Let's proceed.
-Let's negotiate. -Shut up.
Shut up.
Hey, Profeta.
You good?
You've been with us awhile.
It's time to prove your worth.
Here. Finish this pig off.
Come on, bro. Be a man.
Fucking do it.
Let's go, man.
-Hey, Bigode. -What?
-Killing a cop? I'm not ready. -What do you mean, you're not ready?
Do you feel bad for the pig or are you with the pig?
-Come on. -Kill this cop.
-Do it, Profeta. -Kill the cop.
-Shoot. -Kill him.
-For God's sake, man. -Kill that pig.
Hurry up.
-Kill the pig. -Why are you hesitating?
-I'm going to start getting suspicious. -Don't do this.
-For God's sake. -Do it.
-Don't do this. -Kill him.
-For God's sake. -Kill the pig.
Kill that pig right fucking now.
-Hell yeah! -He really did that.
After that, Moreira faked his own death in a fire
so he could leave the Organization.
What the fuck is this? Are you back from the dead?
Grab that motherfucker.
Get the son of a bitch!
Fuck.
Go! Let's go!
Son of a bitch!
Go!
I'll kill you!
Let's go!
Fuck!
They didn't catch him. He got away.
He wasn't a cop.
He killed a cop in front of me.
-Why did he run? -How should I know? He was like a ghost.
I thought he died in a house fire.
No one knew if it was sabotage. There was a burnt corpse.
We buried it.
Careful with people who return from the dead, Bigode. The guy's a fed.
No way. Does your little gadget have a crystal ball?
No, but I have informants.
Look. He's a fed.
-The fuck? -Fuck.
-Does anyone else know about the plan? -No.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Fuck. Tell everyone to pack. We're changing hotels early.
This is our base, Isaac.
Just follow orders.
And you, acting like you're in charge. You better live up to it.
You got it. Let's go.
Moreira?
It's okay, Chief.
I just want to talk to you.
Why me, Moreira?
Isn't it your case?
Don't you want to solve this thing? Or not?
What about Wladimir?
Why did he send you here?
Look, Chief. I wasn't his rat, and I won't be yours.
Got it?
And the thugs'?
What do you think?
Well, we do have a rat.
And the team is convinced the teeth marks are yours.
I've done more for this case than any of them.
Why would you do that, Moreira? Behind our backs, risking your neck?
Are you asking why a cop went to do police work?
Do you have proof?
This is mine. I recorded a meeting.
I took this from a thug.
They both took a swim with me as I fled,
but if you take it to forensics, they can handle it.
Do you think I'd come here if I didn't want to catch these guys?
Listen,
stay in Foz.
And if you don't answer your phone, I'll send the whole FP after you.
You're almost going under.
This will have to be your salvation.
Do the people at the station
really think it's me?
If they were sure, you'd be in Wladimir's gallows by now.
I'm used to it.
Look at the bright side.
You could come out a hero.
Moreira.
What do you think they'll do?
The National Bank, the mint.
I don't know, Chief,
but it's something big.
Really big. They're preparing for war.
I'd send someone to that farm, fast.
Search everything!
Don't leave anything unchecked.
The delivery guy.
-Wow! -What's going on? I don't get it.
For your hangover.
And because I want you in a good mood for this.
Yeah, right, Newbie.
We've been cops for over 20 years and we can't go in.
You, the delivery guy, definitely aren't getting in.
Moreira infiltrated the Ambassador's farm.
The Organization is meeting about a heist there.
I know you don't think Moreira is a cop. A lot of people don't.
-But I believe him. -What if it's a third heist?
-I don't trust him. -Bigger.
-I said I don't trust him. -He saved us on the Anaconda.
He basically risked his life for ours.
-How long has he been in there? -A few weeks.
Remember Turcão's gas station?
One of the thugs in that group could have killed me easily.
He chose to kill one of his own to save me.
-He had a mask, but we shared a look. -And it was him?
-I felt like I recognized him. -You're kidding.
Relax, Benício.
Moreira brought a cellphone with evidence. It's with forensics.
And the Paraguayan police were at this farm last night.
It seems like they cleared out overnight. It was covered in tire marks.
Anyway, I brought this up to you,
because I need help deciding what we'll do now.
If you don't trust him,
I'll hand Moreira over to Wladimir.
Why are you saying this now?
Because we're a team.
And I know I can trust you.
So I vote to wait for the phone and to believe he won't flee.
What about you guys?
I'm with you.
I don't see why not.
If you're sure about it…
What's with the sudden mystery?
Don't they already know that Moreira's the rat?
Do you think he came back?
If he did, Rossi fell for his sweet talk.
You think so?
I do.
Good evening. ID, please?
Hey, can you put me down as João Nascimento, please?
-Yes, sir. -I often forget my name's Guilherme.
-Hi, Rossi. -Listen, Moreira. I need you to stay calm.
Someone spoke to Wladimir. I don't think it was one of us, but someone did.
And the review board found a cellphone in your room with messages on it,
as well as several others you use to speak with informants.
-They set me up. -That may be.
I'll help you, but you need to cooperate for now.
No fucking way. They're already here.
"You must be ready,
because the Son of Man will come when least expected."
Matthew, chapter 24, verses 42 to 44.
A religious hitman isn't exactly big news.
It sounds like another Universal Church of the Kingdom of God pamphlet.
It sounds like a note we found at the mansion.
Typed on a typewriter, kind of scrambled.
That one was also burned.
-We took DNA, but we couldn't identify it. -The DNA might not even be the author's.
The audio that Moreira recorded is awful, right?
…Organization… team…
Fuck, you can't hear anything!
Forensics did what they could, but it was corrupted.
What the fuck are they planning?
Listen, if Moreira is telling the truth…
Soulless, mercenaries,
that whole arsenal, all those people,
and the Organization back in Paraguay again…
We can expect something huge from that.
Too big to call off, Suellen.
Yuri, what's up with the DNA?
So, the Paraguayans collected
three samples from the farm that match with Proguard.
Soulless', which matches with his son's and Santos' killer,
plus two samples that don't match anything in the Brazilian database.
They also found 23 unidentified profiles,
nine of which match some crime in Brazil.
Our web has widened.
And nothing from the Ghost Gang?
None of the DNA we got matches with crimes attributed to them.
-Or they weren't there. -Or they learned not to leave DNA.
Just like at Guarulhos.
Let's listen to Moreira's meeting from the beginning.
…hell… 42 guards… incapacitated…
-Should we write these words down? -Yes.
-Go back, Benício. -Okay, one sec.
…hell… 42 guards… incapacitated…
…suite… D2 and B4…
…Mexico… specialized… army…
Rotela…
…twenty-first and eighth…
Stop there, Suellen.
Suite?
Let's map out the hotels in Paraguay.
Which ones have big safes, suspicious activity,
or are expecting an important guest.
We know Rotela is the biggest gang in Paraguay.
Could it be trafficking instead of a robbery?
I doubt it.
They're fighting the Organization for territory in the Paraguayan prisons.
It doesn't make sense for them to join up with the Organization.
What if they're trying to send something over there?
They wouldn't need an army for that.
Wait.
That's what they've been doing since Foz.
Proguard, Loanda… They're robberies, of course.
But they're also practice. This can only be city domination, Rossi.
What would the Army have to do with that?
If they're planning something huge,
maybe they're expecting a response from the Armed Forces.
That's it! Listen.
After army, he says
eighth, twenty-first.
What does that sound like?
-Precincts. -Precincts, damn it!
Look, there are around nine cities with eighth precincts,
and four with twenty-first precincts.
Kusuro de Hierro, Alcadía, Aguality, and Asunción.
Do any of those have both an eighth and a twenty-first?
Yes, Asunción.
Open the map.
Assunção, search the other words in the perimeter around the two precincts.
Hell, Rotela.
NO RESULTS
Negative.
SUITE, ARMY, SPECIALIZED
-You skipped Mexico. -But Mexico doesn't make any sense.
It might not be the country. Every city has a road named Mexico.
Mexico Road.
In the same area.
Bars,
clubs,
houses.
No precinct.
I found a small bank.
A small bank in a working-class area doesn't move enough money
to justify a big operation.
You can't even call a place like that "hell."
Wait.
TACUMBÚ PENITENTIARY
Here! The hell we're looking for is fucking Tacumbú!
Everyone in the crime world knows that place as "hell!"
D2 and B4 are the wings.
They're getting someone out. Rotela? They have their own wing.
You don't need an army for that. They have minimal guards per prisoner.
Yes, you do.
"You must be ready, because the Son of Man will come when least expected."
You have an idea or are you praying for one?
This here
and this here
are coded messages.
Messages from the boss to the entire Organization.
They're getting the messiah out.
The one guy who harassed the Organization, but now he's allied with them…
Dude!
…because he's about to get extradited and spend his life in a Brazilian prison.
The crown jewel of Paraguayan justice.
The one guy with a suite in the prison.
You're gonna die!
The thugs are getting the Ambassador out.
Move it.
Subtitle translation by: Jay Raid