THIS SERIES IS A FICTIONAL WORK
IT DOESN'T REPRESENT REAL EVENTS OR PEOPLE
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.
Amen.
We lost too many of ours.
It's fucking time. We got what we wanted.
Let's do it. They want war? They got it.
We're not letting them do whatever they want to our corner.
Shit just got serious.
Didn't they want a war? Then they got it.
POLICE WILL INVADE COG
I asked them to investigate the woman in the pictures.
Mirela Leite, Jerusa Campello Athayde, Rafaela Siqueira.
What do you mean?
Apparently they identified her with different names.
So we need to find out her real name and get her criminal records.
She was the one that got Bradock out of jail.
But who would benefit from that?
Who profits from chaos?
Wilson, the police is raiding the City of God.
-What? -It's a war.
I need you there. Go.
Wilson.
You're raiding this shithole while I'm in here?
Wait for what? They're losing it.
Listen to me.
I didn't set this shit up to be caught in...
No. No fucking way.
-Jerusa. -I'm not staying.
Just a moment. I'll be out in a second.
I'm not waiting to be killed. Let them know.
Fuck you.
I'm out. I can't even use the bathroom.
I'm not leaving her at the whim. I never have.
You know that.
Hopefully this ends today.
Come on. You're coming with me.
Let's show our faces to the electors.
-Shit! -Fuck!
I should go to the country house to be on the rearguard.
Don't worry. You're staying here. You're safe.
-By myself? -You're safe here.
-No. -I'll come back.
Leave a grenade.
It's on.
Fuck.
Come on. Fuck.
Let's go! Move!
Let's go!
Come on! Light that shit up!
Go! Nobody comes in!
Fuck! Come on!
Let's go! Fuck!
Attention, residents.
The Reaper is here to take your soul.
There's no escape. Who's armed will die.
Let's go! Quick!
Fuck! Come on! Let's go!
Attention, residents. The Reaper is here to take your soul.
There's no escape. Who's armed will die.
Attention, residents. The Reaper is here to take your soul.
It's been years witnessing wars,
capturing tragedies day in, day out.
It should have made us tougher,
but truth is all of us are scared
of being the next soul being taken by BOPE's Reaper.
MILITARY POLICE
Attention, residents. The Reaper is here to take your soul.
There's no escape. Who's armed will die.
Come on! Let's go!
Show us the way.
Take it easy. There's innocent people.
Trust me. Come on.
Follow me.
Let's go.
Motherfucker.
We have to go, Mom.
Forget the chicken. There's food at home.
You want me to just drop everything?
-Get Leka. -This place is full of cops.
-It's now or never. -I don't care!
Get Leka!
-Let's go. -Who said I'm going?
Me, your father. It's an order.
Hands up. Now.
Hold on. He's a civilian.
Let him go.
Go home!
He's a civilian.
When the war is between drug dealers,
we hold on to the fact that they have family in here.
But when it comes to the military,
everyone is the enemy.
-Did you lock the door? -I did.
Careful.
Then fear turns into panic.
Stop! It's too late.
-Go! -Let's go!
Come on!
POLICE CORNER DRUG LORD IN THE CITY OF GOD
We're live here, in the City of God, where there's an ongoing raid,
with the Secretary of Security Reginaldo Cavani,
and his son, councilman Israel.
Tell us what you have been working on.
Those close to me know how hard I work everyday
to give more autonomy to the police,
and more security to the population.
Backstabbing assholes.
Did the Governor give you instructions for this operation?
He gave me permission to act as I see fit.
We're going to follow the law,
keeping in mind the good citizens of Rio de Janeiro.
Are the people by your side?
We have their full support.
They're sick and tired of the violence.
You did the right thing.
The priority of Alexandre's government is public security.
I sent the man I love to prison.
...so Rio can go back to the amazing city it once was.
No, Mom.
You saved his life.
Go home, guys.
Go home. Things are getting bad.
Berê!
-Berenice! -Just a second!
-Berê! -I'm coming! What is it?
We have to do something.
-What? -I don't know.
We could talk to Melonhead or the press.
We can't let innocents die.
Sit down, boy. You're making me nervous.
I have to.
Don't be stupid! You'll make things worse!
I'm used to working in shootings. I can't just sit here.
-Lígia, take care of them. Please. -Don't go.
Dear God.
On the wall! Move!
Spread your legs!
Come on!
Are you insane? You're taking pictures?
-So what? -There's bullets everywhere.
What about you?
I'm talking to the media to put an end to this.
-Count me in. -Let's go.
No, wait. They're there.
This way.
Fuck it.
Fuck!
Shit! Fuck!
Come on! Let's go! Fuck!
Come on! Fuck!
Don't tell me to calm down, Rocket.
-Let's talk about it. -Fuck that.
I'm done talking.
-Barbantinho is right. -Just go.
-There's no time. -I need my badge. Wait.
-It's useless. -No, it isn't! I'm press.
The community has been taken over by a war between gangs,
provoked by the drug dealer Bradock.
-Motherfucker. -There he is.
The population wants peace and security in Rio.
-That's why we're here... -A moment, please, Reginaldo.
I'd like to talk to you. I work in the city's council.
I represent this community.
It's only going to take a minute.
Our priority is the security of the people from Rio.
It's important!
Innocent people could die!
-I recommend people stay inside. -Aren't you listening?
He's trying to... Hands off.
Don't touch me.
Stop campaigning. We're part of the community.
Residents, stay home. Don't go out on the streets.
It's for your own safety.
The press also needs to be careful.
-Stay out of places that... -Are you kidding me?
We want to solve this today, with precision.
Melonhead! I'm not allowed here? What's the problem?
Yeah, Melonhead! Who are you trying to fool?
We will not tolerate crime, or those who are complicit to it.
-Let me go. -Hold on.
-She lives here! -Wait!
Stop! She's a resident!
Wait! Get your hands off her!
She's a resident!
I'm with the press! I know him!
He's a resident!
-I'm not a criminal! -Let her go!
Let her go! Do as I say!
Yeah, let me go! Piece of shit.
I know who you are, Melonhead.
You prick.
You suck. Are you okay, Barbantinho?
Shit.
Are you okay?
-It's okay, Barbantinho. -Look at what you did!
-Fuck! -Shit.
-Don't touch him. -I'm going to sue you!
You're not getting away with this. Did you hear me?
-Let's go, Barbantinho. -Come.
This is what they do in the slum! That's how we're treated!
That's how they treat us every day.
That's a predictable reaction,
especially because of the false leadership
related to organized crime.
I guarantee we're adopting no tolerance politics
to the criminals and anyone complicit to it.
It's over.
Drop your guns.
Get out! Go!
What the fuck, Delano?
Are you crazy? Fuck!
Fuck, Santos.
Why did you do that?
Santos, are you insane?
Get back here.
Why did you do that?
The boys were unarmed!
That's not what we're here for.
What the fuck is this?
Ask him.
Tell me, Delano!
He was letting the thugs get away.
You're like them.
Go back to the Reaper.
Stay there until I say so!
-There they are. -It's okay.
Let's just go.
Just go.
Fuck.
Quick.
Go back.
Barbantinho.
Rocket, you're going to get yourself killed.
Are you insane?
Please, God.
I don't want to die.
Shit.
Motherfuckers!
Take that!
Fucker!
Over there!
Don't go! Please!
Go back!
Just fucking go!
Berenice! Come here!
Berenice, get out of there! Barbantinho!
Just come!
Please, Barbantinho!
Barbantinho! Please, Berê! Just get here!
Berenice! Run!
Don't shoot! Stop!
Stop! Don't shoot!
Stop!
Go! Retreat!
-Let's go! -Retreat!
Fuck! Hide that!
Are you insane?
Wait. Are you from City of God?
-We are. -Yeah.
Just go under, so you'll only pay for one.
You have to get out of there, and study.
You can't stay there.
There's too many thugs and cops.
-Rocket. -What is it?
Do you remember when we tried to rob the bus?
I do.
We were such pussies.
No, man.
-Takes courage to retreat. -Yeah. It does.
Rocket, we...
We spent all our lives running from the police.
Look at us now.
-We're in the Reaper. -Yeah.
-It's ugly as fuck. -It's shit.
Hold on. We're almost there.
-Wake up. -Look at me.
Be strong.
Today of all days, this piece of shit isn't fast?
-Run! -Look at me.
Gun shot wound!
He's cold.
Clear the way!
It's an emergency!
Please, wait here.
Be strong, Barbantinho!
We'll never know who pulled the trigger.
But the truth is that was not a stray bullet.
They always find the same target.
The poor, black, and slumdogs.
ORDER AND PROGRESS
I heard them say it.
We could... How are you?
-Now you have a job. -No, it's an internship.
But you're making some money.
It's shit, but still.
You could have all the money in the world,
a big mansion,
the chance to travel the world,
but your true worth
can only be measured by the hearts you touch.
If each prayer turned into a little bit of life
for Barbantinho,
he would live a thousand years.
Fuck!
WE WANT JUSTICE
THE CITY OF GOD IS MOURNING
WE WANT JUSTICE
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
Dear authorities
I don't know what else to do
-Get back. -Please, don't.
Get back!
Because I live in the slum I'm constantly disrespected
Here, sadness and happiness Walk side by side
-Go home, Mom! -No!
I pray to a patron saint But the sound of bullets interrupt
You don't have to do this!
Go! Lígia!
While the rich Live in big beautiful houses
Poor people are humiliated Beaten in the slum
Listen to me! Go home with my mother!
I can't take it anymore The surge of violence
All I ask of the authorities Is some competence
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Yeah
All I want is to be happy
To easily walk In the slum I was born in
And take pride in it
Knowing the poor Deserve to have a place
-This isn't fair! -Leave us alone!
-Enough! -Stop the raids!
Team, on my command!
This isn't right!
Stay here.
Stop! I'm a cop.
There's no need to use force!
No!
-Motherfucker! -No!
Traitor!
Leave! Go!
Get out of here!
Are you going to fucking kill me?
Then just do it!
I'm not giving up!
I'm not leaving!
You're going to have to kill me!
I'm not going away!
Fuck!
PROTESTS AGAINST DEATH OF COMMUNITY LEADER
Who authorized that?
The police tried to clear the way, but it got out of control.
Tell them to retreat!
Or do you want another martyr?
I'm the same as you are!
I'm not leaving!
We're just like you! Get out!
-Do not move! -I'm not letting you!
I'm not leaving!
I had no idea, when I took that picture,
that it would become the newspaper's front page,
and that it would change Berê's life.
But I'll tell you some other time.
Because most importantly,
Berenice's courage fighting off the police,
was one of the most beautiful things I'd seen in the City of God.
João Augusto Barbacena.
He was known here as Barbantinho.
It's another casualty, just one more,
in this war between crime and state,
that has its fair share of criminals, Mr. President.
Criminals in suits who kill innocent citizens.
After all,
who benefits from Barbantinho's death?
Excuse me.
-How many more will die? -Many of them...
Mr. President, please.
I want to give my condolences to him,
that lost not only his adviser, but also a friend.
And I want to let you all know that I'm filing a bill
that is naming a park in the City of God,
in honor of Barbantinho.
You have got to be kidding me, councilman.
Do you think this is a circus?
Because you're a clown.
-Have some respect. -I apologize.
But that gentleman's father
was behind that irresponsible and mediatic operation
that led to my adviser's death.
But they're naming a park in his honor,
to make money off his death.
That's demagogy!
You are the one trying to profit off his death!
That gentleman is a demagogue!
He is trying to victimize himself. He acts violently.
You're going to fight me?
-You're a criminal? -Come on!
You're the criminal! Let him go!
I don't need to fight you! My words are more than enough!
It's unbelievable.
In the City of God,
we learn to deal with loss
as if we were changing a tire in a moving car.
There's little time to cry, and a long way to go.
We should barricade this, and burn everything!
I agree.
Let's barricade!
You should write an article to help us.
Then let's organize.
-Let me speak. -He wants to speak.
Please.
It's sad. I know everyone is sad.
But we need someone to fight for what Barbantinho believed in.
Really, Spider? How?
Somebody needs to continue his work.
-Sure. -What?
What was his dream?
For one of us to be on the other side, fighting for us among the suits.
He's not even cold yet, and you're talking about that?
That's what he wanted.
We arrest and punish,
then the press and rights activists set them free.
Waldemar Bradock provoked a massacre
to take the City of God, and succeeded.
He succeeded at the cost of innocent lives.
The man that died
would still be here today, fighting for the COG,
if it wasn't for Waldemar Bradock.
He is a monster,
and we're hunting him down as what he is,
an animal.
We're going to put that animal in jail, behind bars.
We count with the people.
-Calm down. -Jerusa.
Who does he think he is to blame me for Barbantinho's death?
I didn't kill anyone. You know that.
That motherfucker...
He's making all of that up!
Motherfucker!
Fuck.
The son of the Secretary of Security
is dating the girlfriend of the biggest drug dealer in Rio.
This is cover material. Holy shit.
Hello.
What?
Felipe was killed.
Who is Felipe?
The guy who told us his story in Gardenia.
Father Henrique thinks he's next.
Pick up.
Wilson, no one answered.
Nothing.
Let's go.
Well, hello.
You were leaving without saying hello to me?
How can I help?
We're here to talk to the priest.
Go ahead.
It's private.
Nothing is private here, nigger.
Spit it up.
Just say it.
Listen up.
The cat ate his tongue.
Did it, nigger?
You take me for an idiot.
You think I don't know what you're doing?
Listen, here's some advice.
No, it's an idea.
Get out of Gardenia and don't come back.
I heard birds that sing too much are dying by the dozen.
Right, Father?
-Go ahead. -Let's go, Lígia.
Write it all down.
I want both of you to write a report on Tuesday's operation.
For your sake, there better be consistency.
I'm sorry, but you know what happened.
Is that right?
What is that?
You know our men shot innocent people, assaulted civilians.
Again defending thugs?
I defend what's right.
We all know who you are.
And who am I? Say it.
Son of a thug.
Knockout Ned, Li'l Zé.
Whoever your father was, he was a thug.
Shut you goddamn mouth.
What the fuck?
-Bless, Mom. -Oxalá bless you.
Hey.
What happened?
What is it, Delano?
I got suspended.
Suspended? Why?
What happened? Tell me.
Delano.
Who is my father?
Why are you asking?
Tell me.
-Tell me. I know that... -I am your father.
I'm your father, your mother, and grandmother.
I raised you. I am your father.
Delano, come here. I need to tell you something.
What?
People asked me to take Barbantinho's place.
And you accepted.
I don't know if they told you, but it's dangerous.
Says the man that left the City of God to be a policeman.
I didn't leave.
I'm here, Mom.
You always said things need to change from the inside.
That's what I'm trying to do in the police.
Who's taking care of the community center if you leave?
I called you all here because there's no time to waste.
I think we need to give continuity to our friend's dream.
Barbantinho's dream.
But I'm not the one to do it. It's not me.
I want to stay here,
taking care of the kids and the community center.
But I like to make a suggestion, to continue this fight.
To be honest, there's no one better.
They're amazing and strong.
This woman right here.
Me?
BASED ON "CITY OF GOD", A NOVEL BY PAULO LINS
INSPIRED BY F. MEIRELLES' FILM "CITY OF GOD"
CITY OF GOD THE FIGHT RAGES ON