…into the death of the police officers.
And the question, how did these criminals gain access
and escape from the heavily policed Guarulhos International Airport?
One whole ton of gold was taken by the thieves…
The robbers disguised themselves as federal police officers…
…all without firing a single shot. Truly unbelievable.
Officer! Officer! Is this robbery related to the Santa Isabel police officer deaths?
Officer! Sir! How did they manage to escape?
FEDERAL POLICE
-Form the perimeter. -Just take care of the press.
Benício.
Hey.
I talked to the guys from the local jurisdiction,
and they said it's fine for us to work with them here.
-So let's get back to work. -This can't be a coincidence, can it?
No, man, it's not a coincidence.
Soulless in Santa Isabel 40 minutes before this heist in Guarulhos.
No, not a coincidence.
Suellen, it feels like this guy is made of sand, you know?
He keeps slipping through my fingers.
Yeah, but they might still be close. We can't get bogged down like that.
Come on, let's move!
-Because the trail could still be hot. -Let's go.
-Fuckin' amazing! -It's not over yet. Stay focused, damn it.
-Come on. Let's move. Quickly. -Go, go, go, go!
Come on. Move it.
Let's go.
ARMORED CAR ROBBERY
PARAGUAY
ORGANIZATION
SOULLESS
CRIMINAL CODE
EPISODE 7
PARAGUAY AMBASSADOR'S FARM
Motherfucker.
Piece of shit totally crapped out.
Want some help with that?
It won't start.
Try.
See?
I don't know what's wrong with it.
There better be gold on the way.
These fuckers don't like to wait.
-Try to start it again. -Mm-hmm.
We still have to clean everything, man.
I don't work at a car wash. Torch it.
Or we could just call the police and tell 'em where we fuckin' are.
They're waiting for my share in Paraguay.
Moron.
Amateur shit, man.
-Let's do this. -All right.
EMERGENCY AMBULANCE
The gold is coming now.
How long will it take?
Because G.I. Joe here doesn't work on credit.
They said by nightfall.
Máscara.
If these guys start asking me shit, I'm gonna send you to go talk to them.
-He's a mercenary. -Pay for play.
Big guns aren't afraid of big guys.
They make easier targets.
You make me laugh, Máscara.
You're gonna do well with the jefe.
"You must be ready."
"Because the Son of Man will come when least expected."
I'm okay, Fernando. I just can't leave now.
You never can.
Honey, I'm in the middle of a crime scene.
Fernando?
Hello?
Ugh, jeez.
Suellen's here. Go ahead.
-Is it too much to ask for good news? -Sorry, boss. None today.
Someone leaked that we were trailing Mônica.
Moreira probably leaked it.
I see.
In that case,
tell no one anything.
Focus on the investigation.
I know we just got here, but there's nothing. No fingerprints,
rounds, ammo. There's not a trace.
We've got some cameras, but in the footage,
they're all wearing balaclavas.
-What color? -The balaclavas?
White ones.
White?
Are you familiar with the Ghost Gang?
-Huh? -I thought that was a legend.
An excuse used by people who couldn't investigate
a case properly.
Maybe so.
But the DNA coincides.
With heists that have
the same explosion signature as Proguard.
The smarter they are, the cockier they get. They have their own signature.
I know. All right, Rossi. Thanks.
Saldanha.
Yes, sir.
Please prepare a brief of the Santa Isabel operation for São Paulo.
The officers' timeline, room numbers, hotel. No extra details.
Happy to, but I don't know what hotel they stayed at,
let alone their room number.
Who can brief Saldanha?
Ask Suellen, okay?
Yes, sir.
The rest of you can gather more information about the Ghost Gang.
We suspect they're behind Guarulhos.
-What the hell? -I have no idea.
There's a lot going on around here.
UNKNOWN MESSAGE: NEW NUMBER
-Should we advise Brasília? -I don't know.
I'll help any way I can for you to be able to trap these guys.
The whole thing was really hard for us.
I'm sure it was, but for these kinds of robberies, they happen so fast
and not a shot fired. There's no way that happens without someone on the inside.
It's the worst kind of criminal.
A coward.
But the robbers leave, and the helper stays behind.
-And they are the first ones we catch. -I've done nothing. I swear to God.
It's not an accusation.
Did you have official info about the gold?
No, ma'am.
-Any unofficial info about it? -A ton?
Better to know nothing about that.
I just saw two trucks coming in from the feds.
I didn't even think twice.
It looked like they knew exactly how things worked around here.
-'Cause they did, man. -Then why did their trucks say "Federal"?
They were fake.
Now your turn.
Our team starts at 6:00.
The shipment with the gold got in more or less an hour later.
It was the first thing to be loaded up because of what it was worth.
The officer said they had an anonymous tip. That I shouldn't tell anyone.
So I didn't.
-The police are the police, right? -Not always.
Then they came in. Quarter past eight.
No, half past.
-Quarter after or half past? -8:16 exactly.
My wife says I should have been British in the past.
PRECINCT 8:15/8:30? 8:16
What time is it?
Seriously?
A Brit who doesn't wear a watch?
Well, I don't live in England.
You know, with this robbery and stuff, I don't wear it. I just forgot to.
It's 11:10.
Sir, pull up your shirt sleeve, please.
No, the other one.
I'm sorry. I don't understand.
That's quite a recent mark for someone who doesn't wear a watch.
That's not what I said. I said, sometimes I forget.
It's very hard to imagine a punctual British Lord without a watch.
Old age, son. Wait and you'll see.
If I were to check the security footage, will I see you wearing a watch?
Um, I was wearing it,
but that was before the heist. As soon as they came in, I put it away to protect it.
Or did you put it away so the police won't see you with a new watch?
You've got two options.
Open it, or open it.
One of the murder victims at Proguard had a watch just like that one.
-What are the chances of that happening? -Don't arrest me. I have a family.
-And you still side with the criminals? -I had to.
Things have changed. I lost my pension.
Who gave you this?
I don't know the slightest thing about him.
-I swear. I met him at the bus station. -Did he call your cell?
-Well, yeah, but-- -We'll ping it to trace it.
-Hand me the phone. Here. -Come on, Augusto.
-Am I arrested? -Yeah.
But don't worry, my British Lord. Jail is quite punctual. Let's go.
Come on with us.
-When I call, you fuckin' pick up. -I want out.
They know there's someone on the inside, you hear?
-You don't understand, dude. My family-- -Shut up and listen, man.
There's no annulment clause in our contract, so shut up.
Tomorrow you're going to receive a new phone and an envelope.
Inside you'll find a photo of you taking your cash.
But if you prefer, I can frame it and send it to your boss.
It's up to you.
The cell activity ends here.
Well, this is the location, but they didn't leave any evidence.
Nothing? Not even a strand of hair?
It's worse than that. Can you smell the chlorine on these cars?
They doused them in bleach.
The white powder is sodium bicarbonate from fire extinguishers.
We won't get any DNA. They've figured it out.
Or someone is figuring it out for them. Right, Suellen?
Well, given the smoke, they can't have gone far.
This area is so industrial, it'll be hard to find witnesses.
We're gonna have to find security cameras in the area, and fast.
-Let's go. Thanks. -Thanks, guys.
These bums are becoming way too fucking professional.
See the cameras there?
Since it's the warehouse at the end of the street, it's our best shot.
Well, what an honor.
Two federal officers
at my place of work? Gotta be a sign.
I applied five times to the academy but never got accepted.
Actually, do you have any tips for me?
Give up while you still can.
Why don't you show the footage you have, please.
It's been an hour 40 since they left the scene and we arrived here.
Fast-forward.
There you are, you bastards.
Is there a hospital or a medical clinic nearby?
I've never seen a single ambulance on this road, let alone two.
Roll the tape back.
Stop. Can you zoom in?
That's him. Fucker.
Zoom in on the plate.
Shit. I can only make out the letters.
If we run the combinations of missing numbers through the system,
it'll pick out those license plates from any traffic cam in Brazil.
About 999 combinations.
Whoa, man. Math whiz over here, huh?
SEARCHING PLATES
VEHICLE LOOKUP
There. All the plates registered with those combos.
-In the entire system. -Are any of them an ambulance?
-Negative. The plates are fake. -It's a process of elimination.
Any footage from cameras near where the plates are registered, discard it.
He wouldn't be near where the fake plates are listed.
And disregard anything that's over a thousand kilometers
from São Paulo, Assunção. He couldn't have gotten that far.
999? That's impossible.
Don't you worry, sir.
We're down to 313 identified, 32 suspicious.
Check ones that are speeding. This son of a bitch is in a hurry.
Listen up. SP-300 highway.
He's going 120 miles an hour, going toward Bauru.
Who's it registered as?
Genivaldo Silva, 85 years old, from Taubaté.
Eighty-five? No way. It has to be him.
That's him. Let's get this son of a bitch.
All units. Requesting roadblock on SP-300, exit to Bauru.
Apprehend every ambulance that comes by. Every single one.
Suspect's traveling in an ambulance at high speed.
Police reported up ahead.
POLICE VISIBLE YES - NO
No ambulances on the cameras or the roadblocks.
That's strange, man. They should have passed one by now.
Man!
Let's move.
Cops are on our tail. Put it in the bag. Come on. Let's go.
Benício, bad news. The teams found a clandestine airport.
They saw a small aircraft taking off, and it got away.
An ambulance was abandoned at the site, and another in Campinas.
Motherfucker!
Let's go after that plane. Let's go straight to Campinas.
-This is not over yet! -No, Benício. Enough!
Why are you pulling over?
-Enough, Benício. -Come on.
-No, man. That's enough! -Let's go.
We can find who owns that fucking runway. The plane model.
-We'll find something. -I'm driving back to Foz.
-I'm going to Foz. Shut up! -A way to track it. We're so close.
I've already missed too much of my life for this.
I'm not gonna miss my flight out of here.
We've been living and breathing this fucking investigation
for half a year.
Life is more than just this.
-Suellen-- -I'm not a machine, okay?
-I'm not a machine! -I just want--
And as much as you might think you are, you have one fucking fuse inside of you,
and it's burning away faster than you think.
You need to light another fuse in there, Benício.
Something else in life, man.
Well, the problem is, I'm not just burning for myself, Suellen.
You understand? It's not just me.
It's always the same lame excuse, and I'm actually tired of it, Benício.
You don't get it.
I don't have to get anything.
What you decide to do with your life is up to you.
Because at the end of the day, you're the only one who gets to decide.
And making a decision is lonely as hell, right?
You like being lonely, don't you?
You decide.
I'm going back to Foz.
I'm gonna stay in São Paulo.
I'm gonna try and light some other fuses.
Please. Okay.
I'm tired of waiting.
We agreed on 50 percent today.
What you gonna do with your money here?
Take it easy, man. Take it easy.
What if I decide to take your equipment as payment for coming to this shithole?
You're a dead man if you touch my arsenal.
Your order has arrived.
I never doubted you, brother.
Bring in your men.
Don't worry about my men. Give me 48 hours.
You can unload the plane.
The house looks great.
Did you turn up unannounced to compliment our remodel?
Could we talk in private?
No.
Chico is my partner. Whatever you want to say to me, you can say in front of him.
Look, Sandra, I… I know this may not make sense to you,
but I really needed to speak to Samuel.
I know I wasn't a good husband or a present father to our son.
Spending days at a time without coming home
because of investigations.
You always had to go the gym every single Sunday.
You missed every special occasion for work, Benício.
You don't need to tell us.
I remember.
I want to change.
I really do want to change.
Uh…
I d-- I don't know what to do to make him like me.
He's not like that because he doesn't like you.
He's like that because you were never around.
Things not working out between us is one thing,
but Samuel wants a father, Benício. One that's there for him.
I want that.
Mm-hmm. Well, you need to try harder, okay?
Give me a minute. Excuse me.
Hey, Rossi.
Yeah, hold on just a second.
I have to go.
Don't show up again without letting me know first.
Okay, Rossi.
Go ahead.
Yeah.
Hi, baby girl.
Mommy didn't want to be gone for so long, you know?
But we were so close to getting him.
So close I could even feel him.
Hi.
I brought you this.
You're almost out, right?
All I ever wanted was our family.
Arguing about which one of us would get up at night to get her when she cried.
Putting on a two-hour film,
and you falling asleep the minute it starts.
I wanted to wake up with you, Suellen.
Wake up with you.
They say that I keep house
while you're off travelling with some other guy,
earning more money than me.
I know that's bullshit, but…
but I'm a police officer.
Those guys won't give me a break.
I keep fooling myself. Huh?
Trying to pretend that I'm not so angry about being an administrator,
while you're out in the field being a real cop.
I love our daughter more than anything in the world.
But us…
It's like we're broken.
And I can't glue us together.
Not alone.
Those things that you say you wanted,
I thought I wanted them too.
But I don't think I do.
I don't want it, Fê.
It wouldn't be fair to me.
It wouldn't be fair to you, too, either.
Because it would be a lie.
What do we do now?
No idea.
Everyone tells you how to be together.
No one tells you how to separate.
Don't cry.
Daddy's here.
Hey!
There you go, my sweet girl.
There, there.
There. You just rest.
Tell your friends to go fuck themselves.
It takes a real man to be the kind of father you are.
Please just hug me.
You see that, brother?
That's us moving up in the world.
We don't owe anybody anything.
But all this has nothing to do with us, right?
Just wait and see, man.
What the fuck is this?
They're mercenaries. Americans, Nigerians, from the FARC.
They're killing machines for a price.
Is that really necessary? Isaac, that's not really our style.
To do what we need to do, I'd hire them myself.
What is it we're doing? What are they gonna do?
Are you gonna keep this from us till the last minute?
That's just how it is. Chill. Just three or four people know about it.
When the time comes, you'll know everything.
All these secrets. It's not how we normally do things.
Relax, man.
What are we gonna do with all these madmen?
Make history, Gabi. We're here to make fuckin' history.
Look, we've got something they don't got right here.
We've got a fortune,
but we're here to gain a place with the big dogs.
Friends in high places. You get me? So pay attention.
Djeison.
-Hey, Isaac! -My friend!
Hermano!
-How are you? -How's it going?
-My man. -All good?
-My brother, Gabriel. -Hey.
-This is my family. -Welcome. Let's go.
-Thanks. -Djeison.
Your brother. Welcome, brother.
Vamos, vamos. Let's have a drink.
-Sup, man? -This way.
-Do you have a cigarette? -Nah, man.
-Would you like a cigar? -Sup?
FEDERAL POLICE
Well.Who's got somethin'?
Soulless was at the heist in Guarulhos.
And possibly he was there with the Ghost Gang as well.
Possibly with Moreira's help.
And possibly to use the money
to pay for another job.
Yeah. It's not much.
Come on then.
Do you prefer the taste of defeat or cold beer?
-Beer. -Beer.
Always beer.
-And then escape? -The fucking plan?
The team will be ready. Wait in this truck.
We could also leave this way, along the river bank.
We'll have to split the team into two.
We can't go in this way in one group. Split up?
We have an entire army, and you wanna split us into little groups?
-Why? -Leave it alone, bro.
The Organization put him in charge of the plan, remember? We just execute it.
And settle up after.
Let's get on with it.
Explain your goddamn plan,
instead of making eyes like you're gonna kiss.
What about my men?
We split your team
into two teams, okay?
The convoy will stay right here.
The feds could come around this way, or around this way.
I'm a killer from Paraguay, and I'm here to murder you. Why is that?
Para-guay not?
It's stupid! I don't know why I'm laughing.
-Loosen up your tie, sir. -Give me a break!
How many have we arrested? More than 15! Come on!
-Gang members, police officers, anyone! -Fuck yeah. True! Even a butcher!
That's what I'm talking about. So look.
Be proud of yourselves. You should be proud.
Right, Assunção? Isn't that what being a good cop is all about?
A good cop
is someone who can pass through a sea of evil
without considering himself good.
-You know who said that? -No.
Me.
Uh, on that note, bro, I'm off.
I'll think about that shit till I die.
-Bye. -See you.
The man has arrived.
Let's go.
Then what?
He just disappeared?
Yeah.
But he's… he's suspended right now.
Not required to report to anyone.
What about Wladimir?
Will he have to answer for putting a rat on our ship?
What do you think?
If he sent trouble our way, it's because he knew it.
So everyone knows Moreira's history, except for us and our team. Is that it?
In theory, the trial is confidential to the courts.
-Nobody knows. -Oh, come on, Rossi.
What more do I have to do?
I almost died three times on this investigation.
Aren't we owed some information about our inside informant?
They say Moreira was undercover in the Organization for over two years.
Almost no one gets in, let alone infiltrate them for two years.
Apparently, he got pretty high up, got connected to some important guys.
Even Bigode came.
These guys have invested 30 million, brother. They better send someone big.
There was another officer, Plínio, who heard what Moreira was doing
and got permission from his boss to try and do the same.
Bigode, on behalf of the Ambassador, welcome to our humble hacienda.
As you know…
Hi, Bigode.
…information about undercover agents is restricted.
Moreira only found out there was another cop on the scene
when it was already too late.
-Hello. -Hi, Sheik.
-What's the situation? -The situation's not good.
Our brother Dante, God rest his soul,
found a maggot in our midst.
He's the one who killed our partner.
Now he's bargaining for his life.
There's no negotiation. Article 9. Killing a brother will result in death.
All right, family. Come on. Let's get it.
-We can make a deal-- -Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
Okay, Profeta.
Handle it. You've been with us for a while now, right?
Now you show us your value.
-Come on! -Get in there and blow this fucker away.
-Come on, bro. -Just do it.
-Be a man. -Come on, bro. Just do it.
-Then kill him. -Don't be a pussy.
-Come on. Do it. -Shoot this pig.
-Kill him. -Fuckin' pull the trigger.
-Hey, Bigode. -What?
Isn't it early to kill a cop? I'm not ready.
What do you mean? What are you saying?
You feel for that vermin? Or are you on his side now? What is it?
-Go on. -Waste that pig.
-Go on, Profeta. -Kill the fucker.
-Go on, kill him. -Yeah, Prophet, you got this, man.
-No, man. For God's sake. -Fry his brains.
-Go on, do it. Finish it. -Ka-boom. Yeah.
Be decisive.
What are you waiting for? Don't make me doubt you.
Don't do this.
What's wrong? Fucking pull the trigger.
Don't fucking do this. For God's sake, I beg you!
-Kill that vermin. Kill that pig. -He can't do it.
Don't hesitate. Come on!
After that, Moreira faked his own death in a fire
to get out of the Organization.
What the fuck is this? You back from the dead?
Stop that motherfucker!
You hear that? Get that son of a bitch!
Fuck.
Fuck!
They couldn't catch him.
Fucker escaped.
He wasn't a pig.
-He shot a cop right in front of me. -Then why did he run?
How do I know? It was like seeing a ghost.
I thought he'd died in a house fire.
Nobody knows for sure.
There was a charred body in the house. We buried it. That was that.
Be afraid of people coming back from the dead. He's a federal agent.
How do you know? You got a fucking crystal ball or something, smart ass?
No, but I have my sources right here. The guy's a fucking fed.
Oh motherfucker!
Does anybody else know the plan? Has it left this room?
-No. -Are you sure?
Yes.
Damn it. Tell everyone to pack their bags. We're going to a hotel tonight.
Hey, this is our base, Isaac.
Just fucking obey.
And you, big boy, acting all in charge. It better not be bullshit.
Trust me, man. Trust me. Roll out.
Moreira?
Don't worry, Captain. Don't worry.
I just really wanna talk to you.
Why me, Moreira?
It's your case, isn't it?
Aren't you the one who's gonna solve all this? Or not?
And Wladimir?
So why did he send you here?
Look, boss.
I wasn't his rat, and I won't be yours.
Got that?
Are you their rat?
Well, what do you think?
Yeah, we have a rat.
And the team is convinced it's got your teeth marks all over it.
I've done more for this case than any of them.
And why would you do that, Moreira? Behind our backs, risking your life?
Are you asking why a police officer would do the work of a police officer?
Do you have proof?
This one's mine. I recorded a meeting.
And I got this from one of theirs.
They got soaked when I was getting away,
but digital forensics should be able to work with them.
Do you think I'd come all this way here unless it could help catch these guys?
Here's what you're gonna do.
You stay in Foz.
Fail to pick up your phone,
and the entire Federal Police force will be after you.
You're a drowning man.
You better hope this saves you.
Do the guys at the station
really think I was a rat?
If they were sure, they'd have you in Wladimir's gallows by now.
Well, I'm used to that.
Look on the bright side.
You could end up a hero.
Moreira.
What are they planning to do?
The treasury, the national press.
I don't know, boss,
but it's something big.
Really big. They're ready for war.
I'd send somebody to that hacienda, and quick.
Search everything! Don't leave anything unchecked.
There's the delivery boy.
Ooh!
What is all this? I don't get it.
To nurse your hangover.
And because I want you in a good mood for what I'm about to say.
In your dreams, Newbie.
Some of us have been here for 20 years and aren't allowed in there.
So you, pizza delivery boy, don't have a chance.
Moreira was undercover at the hacienda.
The Organization is there, planning their next action.
Look, I know you think he isn't someone you can trust. Lots of people think that.
But I believe what he's saying.
What if it's a third robbery? Bigger, with more guys?
I don't trust that guy.
Drop it, dude. He saved us in Loanda. He risked his life just to save ours.
-How long has he been undercover? -A few weeks.
The night we went up to Turcão's station, there was a guy who, in the chaos,
I mean, easily could have killed me,
but he killed someone else.
His face was covered, but we looked at each other--
So you think that was him?
We looked at each other, and I felt I knew that look.
-You know you sound out of your mind? -Calm down, Benício.
Moreira brought a cell with evidence. It's with forensics.
And the Paraguayan police raided the hacienda last night.
It looks like they cleaned out the place before they got there.
There were tons of tire tracks.
Anyway, I'm telling you about all this today because
I need to decide what we're doing from here on out with the investigation.
If you don't trust him,
I'll send Moreira over to Wladimir.
Why are you saying all this now, Rossi?
Because we are a team.
And because I know we can trust each other.
Look, I vote we get the phone back
and trust he won't go anywhere in the meantime.
What do you say?
Yeah, I'm with you.
Well, I don't see what harm it could do.
If you're sure about this.
Why is everything so mysterious all of a sudden?
Don't they know Moreira was the rat?
You think he came back?
If he did, Rossi fell for his sweet talk.
You think?
Oh, I do.
Good evening. ID, please.
Hey, could you just leave it as João Nascimento, please?
Yes, sir.
Sometimes I even forget Guilherme's my name.
-Hey Rossi. -Moreira, listen. First of all, stay calm.
Someone spoke to Wladimir.
I don't know who, but someone did.
And the review board found a cell phone in your room with some messages on it,
as well as several burners used to speak to your informants.
They set me up!
That may be so,
and I'll help you, but you need to collaborate for the time being.
Fuck no. They're already here.
"You must be ready,
for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour."
Matthew, chapter 24, verses 42 to 44.
Well, a religious hitman is nothing new, right?
This shit sounds more like a pamphlet for a church than a criminal note.
No, this is a note we seized at the mansion.
It was written on a typewriter, almost encrypted.
And it had been burnt also.
We took DNA from it, but it hasn't been identified yet.
The DNA might not be from who wrote it.
And the audio Moreira recorded is awful quality, right?
…Organization… the team…
carry out and end it soon.
Fucking hell! We can't get anything from this.
Digital forensics did what they could, but the file was corrupt.
What the fuck are they planning? Ugh!
Look, if Moreira's telling the truth,
Soulless, mercenaries, an entire arsenal.
All those people and the Organization
going back across the border.
I think that from this we can expect something really big.
Too big to be cancelled at the last minute, Suellen.
Yuri, um, how's it going with the DNA samples?
Well, the Paraguayan team was able to collect three DNA samples
that matched Proguard.
We have Soulless, which matches his son's, and the Santos hostage,
as well as two other samples
which don't match anything on the Brazilian databases.
Along with that, they found 23 unidentified profiles,
nine of which
match a crime scene somewhere in Brazil.
Our data set is growing.
And what about the Ghost Gang? Nothing?
No DNA we've collected
matches any of the crimes we think they're responsible for.
Those guys could have not been there--
Or they learned how to remove any trace of DNA, like at Guarulhos.
Let's listen to the recording of that meeting from the beginning.
…hell… 42 guards… they're incapacitated.
-Let's write these words out? -Sure.
-Play it back again. -Okay, hang on.
…hell… 42 guards… they're incapacitated…
suite… plus D2 and B4…
Mexico… specialized…
from the army… Rotela…
twenty-first and eighth.
Hold on. Wait. Pause it.
Suite?
Let's map out all of the hotels in Paraguay.
Ones with big safes, suspicious transactions,
or due to host someone important.
Okay, Rotela is the biggest faction in Paraguay.
Could it be drug smuggling instead of a heist?
I don't think so.
They're fighting the Organization for power within the Paraguayan prisons.
It doesn't make sense for them to be working with the Organization.
What if they're trying to send something over here?
They wouldn't need an army for that.
Unless…
That's what they've been doing since Foz.
Proguard, Loanda. Sure, they were robberies,
but they were training missions too.
They must be planning to seize control of a town, Rossi.
Okay, but why involve the army in that?
Well, if they're planning something really huge,
maybe they're expecting some sort of response from the armed forces.
That's true. Pay attention.
After "army," he says,
"Eighth, twenty-first."
What does that sound like?
-Police stations. Of course! -Fucking police stations.
Look, there are about nine towns with "eighth" police stations.
And four with twenty-first.
Kurusu de Hierro, Alcadía, Aguality, Asunción.
And do any have them both, twenty-first and eighth together?
Yes, Asunción.
Open the map.
Yeah.
Assunção, search for the other words near those two police stations.
Hell, Rotela.
NO RESULTS
Negative.
SUITE, ARMY, SPECIALIZED
NO RESULTS
-Don't forget Mexico. -But Mexico doesn't make sense.
Well, it might not be the country.
Every town has at least one street named Mexico.
Mexico Street.
It's in the same area.
Bars,
clubs,
houses,
but no police station.
But there is a small bank.
But a small bank in a blue-collar neighborhood
doesn't justify a huge operation like this one.
And a place like that could hardly be called hell.
Wait.
TACUMBÚ PENITENTIARY
There's the hell we were fucking searching for! It's Tacumbú. Fuck!
Every criminal in Paraguay knows that place is called hell.
D2, B4 are prison wings.
They're getting someone out of there. Rotela, maybe.
-They've got a wing to themselves. -They don't need an army for that.
They only have a few guards per prisoner there.
They need it.
"You must be ready
because the Son of Man will come at an unexpected hour."
You got an idea, or you praying for one?
These right here,
and this right here.
They're codes.
Messages from the boss to the entire Organization.
They're getting their messiah out of Tacumbú.
The one guy that wouldn't leave the Organization in peace
is now working with them
because he's about to be extradited
and would spend the rest of his life rotting in a Brazilian jail.
He is the crown jewel of the Paraguayan justice system,
the only one with his own suite at Tacumbú.
They are gonna break out the Ambassador.
Let's roll out.