People talk about Tijuana, Ciudad Juárez,
but that's because they're close to the U.S.
In reality, you don't need to go far to see an intense border.
Twenty kilometers of border
divided by a road without border control.
PEDRO JUAN CABALLERO, PARAGUAY PONTA PORÃ, BRAZIL
And they say it all started with coffee.
In the '80s.
They froze the prices here.
Put a cap on exports.
To sell abroad, you had to smuggle it.
Drug smugglers used the same route.
You're the only one who likes old, cold coffee, Benício.
This son of a bitch is dead!
Come on, Máscara. Our enemies don't stand a chance.
Come on! Let's go!
TURCÃO'S GAS STATION
Turcão, right?
Do you have a warrant?
We don't need a warrant to talk to you.
If you cooperate, this will be fast.
What you know about Soulless?
Spit it out.
I know you introduced him to fucking Cauã.
We arrested them. You gonna cooperate?
What's going on, Dad?
It's nothing, honey. It's okay.
Guns!
Let's fucking go!
Synara, come back!
Máscara, over there! You too!
That way! Go!
Stop!
Your daughter, Turcão!
You'll die if you don't stay quiet.
Easy!
-Do you see your dad? -Federal Police!
Easy!
This doesn't involve you, Officer!
Release the fucking girl! Let's talk!
This doesn't involve you, you piece of shit cop!
What happened back there?
Where's your partner?
Easy!
No!
No! Dad!
No!
Shit.
CRIMINAL CODE
EPISODE 6 AT HOME
Then, the wolf said,
"I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down."
Mom.
What is it, honey?
Tell that story again?
There once was a very brave man
who went on a very dangerous journey
to protect the son that he loves.
A lot.
Do you know who that man is?
My dad.
Yeah.
Him.
This is good, man.
It's good, but better with this here.
Dude, use a fork, then. Have you used one? We can get you one.
That's not it.
You guys are too slow.
Here's what the top brass thinks.
You need to speed this up.
The fam here already knows. Why don't we rush our work?
-Because we do things right. -And why's that?
So we don't screw up, like those playboys this week.
Listen to her. She's smart.
I leave no trace.
And I'm not dumb enough to kill a cop.
Get over it. That cop died ages ago.
That cop was partners with the guy investigating Proguard.
His name is Benício.
-He's tightly wound. -Yeah.
The type with no life, who won't stop.
Get off your high horse. You want to teach us to eat sushi with a fork,
but all you're really doing, bro, is ruining the meal.
Fuck. Eat your fucking food.
You realize that there will come a time
when everyone here will have to get their hands dirty?
That's when
you earn the respect that you lack.
The Ambassador ordered the job.
The order came minutes before,
so I couldn't alert the police and prevent the incident.
If you're not in the field, you don't know what it's like.
You have seconds to choose whether to kill…
I'm not ready to kill a cop.
-Fry that pig. -Kill that fucker.
Kill that snitch.
…or to die.
FEDERAL POLICE
Mamute's cellphone had three financial documents on it.
The level of detail is impressive.
The first was a list of expenses from the Foz prison break,
where they killed Santos.
The second is the plans for the Proguard robbery.
And the third, honestly, I've never seen anything like it.
What do you mean?
The amount is four times higher
than the other two put together.
Alvinegro said something really big was happening.
Wait, the Loanda robbery wasn't in those files?
-No. -Maybe it wasn't planned.
They did this job to cover their losses from Proguard, but it also went south.
Looks like they're kind of fucked.
They must be too broke to do that domination thing.
You guys can think I'm crazy, obsessed,
whatever, but in my mind,
Soulless is still the key to this.
This guy here. It's been months, and no one knows who he is.
No one is disagreeing with you.
The issue is that Turcão, our best lead, is dead.
Sometimes the dead speak.
Okay, the only thing Turcão's daughter told us
was that he spent time in prison in Mato Grosso.
Assunção, can we get the names of the guys who did time with him back then?
Their system hasn't been digitized.
Our system only covers here. We can't find out more.
We could if we went there, right?
Here is the hot-plate magnetic stirrer,
the orbital shaker, the cell disruptor--
Cell and tissue disruptor. That's the thermal cycler.
This is the pipetting machine.
Then everything goes to the DNA sequencer, right?
Yeah. You know the names, but do you know how to use them?
I learn fast. I feel at home here.
That's great.
And between us, you have a great teacher.
Especially compared to the others here.
We usually follow this request order, okay?
Yeah, thanks,
but first, I'm gonna try to make an idea I've had work.
-What? -It's just an idea.
I'll need evidence from old cases to look for DNA.
Gloves, balaclavas, bullet casings.
-Sure, like I did with the Ghost Gang. -Yeah. Of course you helped.
It's a little hard, though.
You just got here, so getting access and such…
-If you want, I can do it for you. -No, don't worry.
I like to work.
Again?
Fernando, I don't have time for this. Please.
What are you doing?
I have to leave, seriously.
I don't need much time.
I'm going to be late.
-Yeah? Are you? -Yeah.
I think I have to go out of town more often.
This louse is slow as hell.
Let him take his time. It's better for us.
More speed, less haste, right?
He is taking forever. Take my picture. There's time.
What? I look hot today.
Look, here he comes.
-The louse is here. -Eleven minutes.
Yeah, 11 minutes.
Shoot one off, seriously.
A photo.
Idiot.
CARGO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Shit. You said 11 minutes.
It was 10 minutes, 53 seconds.
-Chill, it's a seven-second difference. -Seven seconds?
That could be the difference between Heaven and Hell, between cash and prison.
Fuck. How do we fix this, Lobo?
There's only one way to get those seconds back.
When we do the robbery, Cruel stays in the car.
MAJOR ELDO PENITENTIARY RONDONÓPOLIS, MATO GROSSO
These boxes have everything from all the prisoners
who have been here since the beginning.
In alphabetical order.
Rachif Nabil Said.
You're going to S.
It could be in R or N as well.
-It's not very well organized. -Okay, thanks.
You start on R, I'll start on S?
-Whoever finds him first gets a beer? -Let's get to it.
-Go get me my beer, Benício. -You found him?
Who was his cellmate?
Hold on. It's a long list. Twelve years, man.
They're using their real names here. It doesn't have their street names.
Ary Fonseca Paixão, Leonardo de Jesus da Silva, Manoel…
-We have to look at all of their files? -Fucking A.
Hold off on the beer for now.
Do you miss the Foz counterfeit cigarette cases now?
-Oh yeah. -Is the first one A?
Ary Fonseca Paixão. Either A, F, or P.
Put it here for me, please.
Thanks.
You did it?
I did. It wasn't that hard.
Wow, awesome.
You can leave it all here.
Imagine how much bigger the bank could get if all of this has DNA.
More than that, it'll change local crime culture.
-No one will ignore DNA anymore. -That's been my fight since I got here.
Look, I don't want to get ahead of myself,
but we could win the DNA Hit of the Year with this case.
You know? The Oscars of forensics.
Suellen.
-Holy shit. -It looks like him, right?
Fuck.
Rossi, we found Soulless' file.
His name is
Wellington Pereira.
Wellington? Yeah, I remember him.
I remember him well. I liked Wellington.
He was already in the prison when I got here.
But I don't know him as Soulless. I know him as Sombra.
How was he in prison?
That depends. Before or after Jesus' miracle?
Why? Did he find God in prison?
He went from water to wine.
-Are you sure it's him? -Absolutely. It's definitely him.
Zito converted him.
Zito was great at that,
so much so that when he got out, he opened a church in town.
Here in Rondonópolis?
-Exactly. -You know where?
I do. Everyone knows where it is.
I've already told you this, brothers.
-It was thanks to God's work… -Amen.
…that I received
my daughter's forgiveness.
-Praise the Lord. -I tried to fool myself.
I said I got into a life of crime
to get money for my family,
but I only thought of myself.
Far from my daughter,
it was easier to hide my own selfishness.
-Amen? -Amen!
-Hallelujah, brothers. -Hallelujah.
-Glory to God. -Glory to God.
-Peace be with you. -Peace be with you.
-Father. -No need to identify yourselves.
Federal Police?
-Agent Benício. -Agent Suellen.
Father, we're here today to recover a soul that you lost.
Wellington Pereira.
I don't know his current whereabouts.
What do you want to know?
Everything.
Wellington
is a living testament to the word of Jesus and the devil's false paths.
A living battle between them that I sometimes talk about in my sermons.
Wellington was known as the best killer in São Paulo.
He was feared, respected,
but by those who didn't know the real meaning of respect.
Fifteen minutes.
But then,
a new lawyer took over his case.
Mônica.
Wellington?
Some say that I was the one who saved Wellington's soul.
But Jesus is the one who saves.
He was the one who made Mônica see what others could not.
Which was?
That he was a good soul,
a good boy,
abandoned by his parents,
a victim of abuse.
That he was taken in by the world of crime
and found a purpose.
When he saw that Mônica had faith that he could heal,
he started attending worship services.
He converted.
I married them myself.
So he's married.
I can only tell you more in court.
The story I know isn't Sombra's or Soulless'.
It's Wellington's.
I can only testify that he's a good man.
Okay.
Thank you, Father Zito.
Slow down.
Okay.
No, I think I'll be back around 11:00. I'm going to the airport.
Okay, tell her Mommy's on her way. She'll be back soon.
Okay?
Okay, bye.
What's up, dude?
Mônica is alive.
She quit her job suddenly and moved inland.
Assunção unearthed her. Rossi just messaged me.
-Wow, fucking Assunção, huh? -I know!
-He could find a needle in a haystack. -Yeah!
-Why the theatrics? -She's in Santa Isabel.
Rossi wants us there now.
-No way, man. I just said I'd be home. -I tried to fucking tell you.
-Fucking Assunção. -I know.
-Doesn't he sleep? -No.
-Let's go. They're getting our tickets. -Fuck.
SÃO PAULO METROPOLITAN AREA
Is that her?
Is it?
What do you think about those two over there?
Wait.
Look at their vibe.
Civil police?
They can't be federal.
Should we go over together?
Give them a scare?
Federal Police, man.
-Afternoon, partner. -What's up?
We're working. We're civil police.
-I could tell. -Do you wanna see our badges?
I don't think that's necessary. It's very obvious.
It might be, but don't you think it's risky coming over alone?
I'm not alone. Who said I was alone?
Oh, hey.
Hey.
That shit you found out about Benício and Soulless,
it got you points, man.
Now you talk directly with me.
The money you got is just the start. It'll double next time.
Just do your job well.
What do you have for me today?
Benício and another agent were sent to Santa Isabel.
They're looking for a woman who, I guess, was married to Soulless.
-That's what I know. -Okay.
If they figure out where Soulless is, if they're getting close,
or if they mention the Ghost Gang, call me immediately.
Sure, but you know they don't tell me everything, right?
You'll figure it out. You're smart.
Start by figuring out where they're staying.
And welcome to the fam.
We'll take good care of you.
Mônica falsifies documents for a gang of cargo robbers here.
It's the São José cops' investigation,
but they asked for our help awhile back
with staking out her house.
It sucks getting home late, but we like this stuff.
It sucks for him. I love it.
-Nothing happens here. It's small. -I get it.
You haven't heard about a husband or ex-husband?
Nothing.
That lady hardly leaves the house.
She leaves the house for work,
to go to church, and to get the kid from daycare.
Kid?
-She has a kid? -Yeah.
A four-year-old boy.
Only Mom's on the birth certificate.
We couldn't find any record of a marriage certificate.
She did have a religious wedding
about four years ago.
-It matches the kid's age. -Yeah.
Look at this, Suellen.
Holy shit, Benício.
-Wow. -Wow.
Hey, Lobo.
-What's up? -I need you to do a job.
What is it?
-It's outside the city. -Got it.
Everything you need to know is written here.
-Between you and me? -Yeah. I trust you.
-You got it. No worries. -Go on. Great.
-What are we missing? -Nothing, boss.
You have until the driver comes back to say what you want.
We have a unique chance to incriminate Soulless.
It would be a first in Brazil, but it's done abroad.
I just need authorization to collect his son's DNA.
The mother definitely won't consent to it.
He's a minor?
Yeah, I know it's controversial.
But, sir, remember the DNA on the sausage?
I was right, wasn't I?
It's the future, sir.
There's no use fighting it. The law will have to adapt.
And we will be at the forefront of the whole thing.
Allow me one more request.
I'll also need a bug
and a wiretap.
Slow down, Marina.
Now it's me.
-Tell him. -Yeah? Okay.
The location is clear. Do you copy?
Copy. We're going in.
Done, Suellen.
Hello?
No, go ahead.
A popsicle stick?
Send it in the next delivery ASAP, and ask them to hand it to me directly.
Thank you.
Some days, in this job,
the guy's a genius.
He assembles an AK-47 in one minute in front of me
and wins my respect.
But there are also days like today.
If you stop and think about it, we're just low-level employees.
We wear gold and all that,
but we're still just shitty employees.
I need a bigger job.
For a bigger job,
you'll need to take bigger risks.
I'm not scared.
You should be.
Two cops,
another lonely night far from home…
What's up with you? Why are you giving me this bullshit?
But it's true.
I'm going to my room after this beer.
What?
You're gonna miss the chance
to hear Soulless' voice calling in live?
For God's sake, Benício. All we've heard is her ordering pizza and telemarketers.
-Suellen. -If something comes up, call me.
Suellen, you're just like me.
How am I just like you?
I can put up with you, so I'm like you? It's quite the opposite.
Can you imagine two Benícios together? God help us.
What I meant was
you like the adrenaline of the moment.
I do.
Does every cop have to live with this whole
when-are-you-coming-home thing?
Say something, man.
I have no idea.
I think cops and criminals
are only good at screwing up their kids.
Yeah, could be.
I might be an exception to that rule.
I mean, as a daughter.
As a mom,
it might still be too early to say.
Maybe that exception is hereditary.
What happened between you and your son?
Ever since we found out
that Soulless has a son, you've been kind of,
I don't know, weird.
I am weird.
Come on, Benício, seriously?
Do you only talk about it when you're near death?
Hi, honey.
How are you doing?
And how are you?
I miss you too.
You two went there today?
You did?
What else-- What noise?
No, honey. I'm in a room alone, of course.
Hang on. One sec.
When you go to sleep, make sure to leave the computer on,
recording.
Yes, ma'am.
Fucker!
Hey, honey. Sorry.
No, I was ordering some food to the room.
They have an amazing pork shoulder.
If you knew him better, you'd laugh at the idea of being jealous.
-Move! Fast! -Quickly!
Hurry the fuck up. Move!
Fucking move!
-Go. -Move it!
Move!
You were fucking scared, huh?
Welcome, motherfuckers!
Now you're becoming men.
Welcome to the Ambassador's farm.
Let's go.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
I brought you a pork sandwich.
-I brought you one too. -Really?
-Should we eat together? -Yeah.
If this doesn't work out,
at least we found the best pork sandwich in the city.
They don't know about the robbery. It's just them two.
-Did you bug their room? -Yeah.
If you want, I'll off them now.
If you touch them, you'll be a walking corpse.
We just monitor the feds. Keep me updated.
Is it all new? A new chip?
Affirmative, boss.
Awesome.
Cruel.
-Where's Lobo? -Santa Isabel.
What's he doing there?
I don't know. I don't even know if I heard him right.
What's wrong? You're scaring me, Wellington.
You talked too much, Mônica.
You made one of our brother's lives harder in here.
-I thought he was-- -The pigs…
were tailing him. He was arrested.
I didn't mean to, for God's sake.
God has nothing to do with this.
You tipped them off, okay?
The Organization wants you dead.
Here's the thing. I spoke up…
to save your life.
It wasn't easy or good.
But it was the only way, okay?
When I get out of prison,
I'll continue with the Organization.
No.
You converted.
-They said you could leave. -Now I have a promise to keep.
-I gave my word. -You gave it to me too.
I owe the family because of your mistakes, okay?
I gave my word. I'll honor it.
Got it?
You can't set foot in the prison again.
Understood?
We can't see each other anymore.
You follow your path. I'll follow mine.
Thank you, really, for…
You made me see a side of myself that…
a more human side.
You're so much more than that.
You're the love of my life.
Look,
this will pass.
We'll see each other again. I know it.
We won't.
-I gave my word. -Please.
We'll find a way.
I'll drop everything. I'll go to Santa Isabel.
I'll wait for you there.
Your son and I.
I'm pregnant.
Do you know it?
A 7.62-caliber M40 rifle with a telescopic sight.
The Mona Lisa of hunting rifles.
They say the only ones who miss with those are the ones rich enough to afford them.
You're funny, dude.
So, this job we're doing is big, right?
It's big.
When will it be?
It'll happen when it needs to happen.
For now, just worry about practicing and enjoying the party.
Just choose a beach and we'll go.
I promise. Hang on.
One sec. I'll call you.
Hang on.
What's up?
What is this?
Put the piece on the bed.
-Why, dude? -Put it on the bed.
It's there. What's going on?
-What's up? -What are you doing going after my family?
I'm not after your family.
The feds are after your family.
We've been following them to see what's going on,
and I found out they're after your wife and son. They have your son's DNA.
-Did they touch my fucking son? -I don't know, man.
I just came here to wiretap them and find out what's going on,
to see if they're after us.
No one messes with my family. You know that, right?
This can stay between us. You have my word.
Hello?
Wellington?
Hello, my love.
I needed to…
I needed to hear your voice.
It's been four years
since we…
How's the boy?
The boy knows everything.
He knows you're coming back.
I almost died.
It made me
think that I can't go any longer without talking to you,
without knowing about the boy.
I saw some guys, the Organization--
The Organization isn't going to know about this, okay?
Don't worry.
I can't do more right now.
Go to the boy's room and…
give him a kiss for me.
DON'T SAY ANYTHING. IT'S BUGGED. I LOVE YOU BOTH.
Wellington,
it feels like you're right here.
That's because I am.
Assunção, you're on speaker.
I traced his phone. I'm sending you the location.
It's nearby.
Near here?
We'll ask the Civil Police for help, then.
Bye, Assunção. Thanks.
Quickly.
I'm sending you the location of Soulless' phone.
Affirmative. I got the location.
We know the area.
It's just an abandoned warehouse.
They use places like that as bases for city domination.
-We're close. We'll get them. -Negative. We're ten minutes away.
We don't know if he's alone or with others.
Wait for us.
Fuck, let's go in and get him.
This stakeout has taken so long. We can't lose him. Let's go!
-Nothing. -All clear.
Come in, HQ. Do you copy?
They…
had been after this woman for a while.
They thought she could
lead them to a local gang.
Fuck her.
Beto and Noronha are dead because of that bitch.
It's time to send her to prison.
How did he know
that we're in Santa Isabel?
That we tapped Mônica's house?
-How the fuck did he know? -Someone's talking.
-Who? Someone from the Civil Police? -No, I don't think so.
Only Beto and Noronha knew about this.
Who else? Only a few people know about this.
Someone on the inside?
One of us? Fucking one of us?
Suellen,
who… knows more about thugs than the thugs do?
Moreira?
He's not on the case, man.
How did he know that I was at that river in Loanda?
That was really fucking weird.
That bitch was blond. She was blond, bro.
You were drunk, man. Her hair was dyed.
You were drunker than I was, dude. What the hell, man.
Sorry, boss. I've just never sat somewhere so comfortable.
Right.
Russo, tell him what'll happen to him if he doesn't get off the boss's sofa.
Look at his face.
He almost shat himself. What a loser!
Now all he needs is a drink and a charcuterie board.
The poor guy has never seen a sofa that expensive.
Let's go, Máscara.
Come on, buddy.
That guy… I'm telling you, her hair was dyed.
No, man. She looked blond.
Okay.
Right.
Everyone leave.
Everyone out.
Where were you?
Personal matters.
You're a son of a bitch.
How could you kill cops before my operation?
You mess with my family, you die.
That goes for Federal Police
and for you.
You think you killed Benício? You killed two Civil Police officers, idiot!
You're fucking up my job!
Keep talking and I just might quiet you down.
We're leaving, and we're leaving now, all right?
SÃO PAULO GUARULHOS AIRPORT
CARGO TERMINAL
We have 10 minutes and 53 seconds.
-Good afternoon. -Afternoon.
We got a report of narcotics.
Our team inside has requested backup.
Don't sound the alarm so the thugs don't flee.
One moment.
STOP
On the ground! Down! Let's go!
You too, asshole. Go help him!
-Let's go. -Move fast, God damn it!
-Look out. -Come on, everyone.
-Come on! Grab him! -Go!
You too. Come on.
-Look forward. -Faster.
Move!
Turn this way and sit on your hands, now!
If you cooperate, no one gets hurt. I want to know where the DC-ALF crate is.
Who knows?
Do I have to ask again?
Spit it out. Or do I have to blow someone's head off?
-In J. Aisle J. -Come with me. Show me.
Who can operate the forklift? Get up.
If everyone cooperates, no one gets hurt.
-Okay? -There.
-This blue one here. -Let's go.
Don't waste time.
Let's go.
Bring it down.
Turn around.
From the back.
Four and a half minutes.
-Go! -Bring it down.
This way. Get it.
Let's go.
Move. There.
Look the fuck down!
-Lower it. -Take the forklift away.
It's all you now, buddy. Do it.
Let's go. Move it.
Fuck, this is heavy.
Fuck yeah!
-Bring the forklift. -Forklift!
We only have three minutes to get out.
Heads down. Lower your heads!
There, lower it.
Go, get in.
They're on time coming around the bend. What's up?
Shit.
It's too heavy. We have to ditch some.
-No way. We're taking it all. -Where are you guys?
Fucking hell. It's too heavy.
-We have to ditch something. -You three, out.
-What? We're family. -Go in another car.
-Chill, Isaac. -Get the fuck out.
-They're getting closer. -Move!
Let's move!
Come on! Let's go!
-Look at the fucking time, Gabriel! -Go! Move it!
-The report wasn't useful. Thanks. -Okay.
I've only got one thing to say. One ton of gold without firing a shot!
It's not over yet.
Subtitle translation by: Jay Raid