01x01 - Episode 1

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THIS SERIES IS A FICTIONAL WORK

IT DOESN'T REPRESEN

REAL EVENTS OR PEOPLE

RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL

You're dead!

Hold him down!

Please! No!

f*ck!

f*ck.

For the last 20 years,

this has been my daily

routine in this wonderful city.

I left the slum, but the

slum didn't leave me.

It's over! Go home!

And things in Rio

de Janeiro are on fire.

Hide! f*ck!

Come! All clear!

In my life I tried to

stay away from crime,

crossing the streets

to avoid the police.

But my love for photography

made me go back to the

place I always tried to leave.

Watch out!

Get that! sh**t! f*ck!

Crime reporters in Rio

live in an eternal w*r zone.

- f*ck you!

- They are on the left!

You've got to be brave,

and a little insane to be

in the middle of crossfire

just to get the best shot.

Here!

Things were far from

easy in the beginning.

But you get used to it.

As journalists

say, I got tougher.

When I took that

picture of Li'l Zé,

I had no idea photographing dead

people would become my specialty.

Back then I chased chickens.

But nowadays? I

chase the police.

Because, in Rio, where

there's police, there's death,

and where there's

death, there is news.

Don't move!

Let's go!

Go! Go!

Let's go!

f*ck!

m*therf*cker!

They're sh**ting at

us! m*therf*ckers!

sh*t.

I guess some things

never change. Right?

But some just get worse.

Back then, th*gs used

g*ns, pistols and knives.

Kids nowadays run around with

r*fles, machine g*ns and .50 caliber.

Police used to come here

to arrest and collect kickback.

Let's go!

But these guys are here to k*ll.

BATTALION OF SPECIAL

POLICE OPERATIONS

When I took my first shots,

we were always between

the police and drug dealers.

Now there are worse people.

They look like the police,

the same g*ns, and

act like the police,

but they're worse than any

thug I have ever met in Rio.

I'm press.

But it's too soon

to talk about them.

CITY OF GOD THE FIGHT RAGES ON

First, I need to tell you how I

became the most famous photographer

in Rio de Janeiro's

biggest newspaper.

You know how it is.

A guy born and raised in the

ghetto, gets the hang of things in Rio.

And as my old man used to say,

"When you know the river's

curves, fish get caught in the net."

In my case, the net

is an old camera,

and fish are all kinds of

th*gs that roam around here.

In all these years

as a journalist,

I've won some prizes

which are great door weights.

I also took a b*llet in the leg,

a shrapnel in the shoulder,

and I have a screw in the tibia.

I'm the man when

the subject is death.

But truth is, if I could choose,

I'd go back to taking

photos of the g*ng,

the black parties, and

the kids flying kites.

Copacabana full of people.

Angélica.

Hey, Rocket, taking

pictures already?

Every time I go to the dark

room to develop the photos I take,

I remember the day

that changed my life.

Rocket, take a picture.

Stringy used to say

I had a way of being in the

wrong place at the wrong time.

m*therf*cker!

Soviet attack!

But that time I think I was in

the right place at the right time.

Because thanks to that photo,

I became a photographer.

No. It's not that.

The police or the press. Or

the story is simply not worth it.

How are things with the bodies?

Are they recognizable?

Are they carbonized?

Okay. I'll see.

I'll let you know.

Wilson, this is great, man.

This is great, man!

Matheus, and the transfer

to the sports magazine?

I'm too old for this stuff.

Be glad you'll be

on the cover again.

Smile for a change.

- Enjoy it!

- I'm smiling.

They found two more

bodies at Blue Gardenia.

It's the third time this month.

Matheus, I just told you.

Can't you send Pierre?

Sure. I'll send Pierre

with you.

Now go get that front

page for your collection. Go!

Hey, Matheus.

I'm still your boss.

Show me some damn respect!

Another tragic day

at Blue Gardenia.

The police has no new

evidence about the suspects,

but it's likely they

were involved in a w*r

between gangs,

which, for years, have

troubled Rio's capital.

The military has been raiding

the City of God and Blue Gardenia,

in the west side of Rio, since

this Wednesday morning.

In the City of

God, agents from

To photograph crime and

survive, there can be no mistakes.

You need to know when to

sh**t, and when to lower your g*n.

Leka!

See who's at the door!

I'm busy!

Leka! g*dd*mn it.

Can't even open the door.

- Sweetie.

- Hi, Mom.

What a miracle.

That's as rare as hen's teeth.

- Have you eaten?

- Not really.

Then let's eat.

That's enough, Mom. I'm full.

Hey.

Here. That's all I have,

it's been a tough month.

I have to go.

Stringy won't leave me alone

because of the campaign.

Leka is upstairs. Aren't you

going to see your daughter?

Go see your daughter.

- That song.

- It's like this. Look.

I'm riding hard

I'm riding hard You

just wait and see

What's with the face?

You always sing about

riding, about your p*ssy.

Then you write it, clown.

I'm going to write

about a*s. Listen up.

My a*s is thick Call

me sweet cheeks

My a*s is thick

At least it's different.

- I have to go, Mom.

- Sit down.

- I'm late, Mom.

- Sit down!

My mom believes she

can read people's fate

with a handful of

shells in a plate.

If only I had believed

her orishas that day,

maybe I could have

avoided all of the disgrace

that changed the

City of God forever.

But before I get

into the tragedy,

I need to tell you

about the good things.

This wall, Rocket.

Don't call me Rocket. I

told you to call me Wilson.

Come on, Rocket. No

one here calls you Wilson.

Just take the picture.

- Unbelievable. Okay.

- Do it.

I left the City of God a long

time ago, but Stringy stayed.

But we're still close.

But that's friendship.

We're close even apart.

He's like a brother to me.

- You need a wheelchair, right?

- Yes.

- Stop by the office.

- Sure.

- Get better soon.

- Thanks.

- Bye.

- God bless you.

Stringy is the president of

the residents' association,

coach of the soccer team,

and he still has the best

moves of the community.

Come here, kids. Let's

take a picture. Come on.

Remember Benny? Benny

would be proud of Stringy.

Everyone in City

of God loves him.

So he decided to run

for councilor this year.

Make the peace sign.

How are you, man?

The community used to be known

for th*gs like Li'l Zé,

Knockout Ned and Carrot,

but now it's time for Rio to

see the other side of the slum.

What's up?

Alright, man?

That was Stringy's dream.

And of course I had

to support my friend.

I'll talk to them.

Right.

- How's it going?

- Hi.

- You good, bro?

- Sure.

- Hey, man.

- You good?

- What about Arlete?

- She opened an Internet café.

- Tell her I'm visiting.

- You got it.

Do you know him? Arlete's son.

The beers

What's up, guys?

The kids are playing.

What's up, kids?

Go to the association, ask for a ball,

and I'll pay a soda to the winning team.

Smile for the camera.

One more. Nice.

Come on, Amanda. Try harder.

Pay attention, kids.

Nice. Get in

control. You did it.

Delano is another great

guy in the City of God.

But, unlike Stringy,

he believes change needs

to come from the inside,

like his mom taught him.

Are we done?

Great.

He always says

he's not into politics,

but he does his best to keep

the kids away from crime.

Teacher, did you

think about that thing?

I don't know, Amanda.

- Why not?

- Your father.

It's my sister's birthday.

It's the least you could do.

I'll think about it.

- Please do.

- Okay.

Delano, my favorite

teacher in the world.

- You're wearing shoes on my tatami.

- My bad.

Our champion girl!

Hi, Stringy.

- Hi, Cinthia.

- Rocket.

- It's so good to see you.

- Actually, my name is Wilson.

Sure, Mr. Wilson.

Can you believe it?

Sign the authorization, Stringy.

We're buying light poles for the court.

Really? Great!

I'm talking about the good

guys in the City of God,

but neither Stringy or Delano

would be half as great as they are

if it wasn't for Cinthia.

Cinthia is the kind of woman

that can turn tragedy into strength.

After everything Li'l Zé did, and

Knockout Ned died revenging her,

Cinthia found out she was

pregnant, and when Delano was born,

she did everything to

make sure kids in the slum

didn't have the same

fate her friends did.

So she created the

residents' association,

and she runs it with Stringy.

One more. Nice.

Careful. It has to be

perfect. So fix that.

What the f*ck, Spider? It's

right in the middle of the court!

Where are people going to dance?

There's the girls,

the kids and the band!

Relax, Berenice. It'll be great.

It's going right

here. You'll love it.

- Now it looks like a samba school.

- Right!

- Hey, Stringy.

- My God.

You good?

- It's good to see you.

- Hi.

Hey. How are you?

- It's looking good.

- See? Fifteen years, Stringy.

- Let's talk about the election.

- Sure.

I'm taking pictures for the campaign.

I need the support of your school.

Who said it's his school?

- It belongs to the community.

- You're absolutely right.

- Yeah.

- I'll call everyone.

You see how it is, Rocket?

Further down. The kids

have to be in the photo.

Big smile, guys.

Celebrity is here!

The famous Rocket!

Genivaldo Curió does everything

his way, but under the table.

After Li'l Zé died

and Carrot went to jail,

the kids from the Runts

couldn't run things for long.

So Curió took over the slum.

I can't deny that,

in his own way,

Curió helped Stringy and

Cinthia to make the City of God

a little more peaceful.

Dayane is dying to go

on a cruise, so I got that.

Everyone can enjoy it.

How are things going there?

Berenice is complaining about

the mess, but everything's fine.

There's no place

for the drums, Spider.

Make space, Spider!

For f*ck's sake!

Berenice, I want the samba host

and flag-bearer to be spectacular.

Spectacular.

Rocket, your daughter's

playing at my party.

Sure.

Dayane is 15

years old. Time flies.

It really does.

This party is going

to be legendary.

And you will be

the photographer.

Sorry, man. I have to work.

I promised her the best.

You must be at my

little girl's birthday party.

Am I right?

Berenice, tell PQD that

I want him at the party.

You know those friendly guys?

Those who get everything

they want with sweet talk?

That's Curió.

Almost everyone here adores

him, except a few like Berenice.

After Shaggy was k*lled,

she never wasted her

time on th*gs again.

Berenice spent some

time away to forget her pain,

but she got homesick

and came back.

Now she's like a

mom to people here.

She says what's on her

mind and cares for everyone.

Get down!

Are you insane?

Berenice's motto, "I hit

them so the police won't."

- Berenice!

- Yeah!

She's amazing.

Jesus

Look what I've done.

Look what your mother did.

But it worked.

Lower hit! Come on!

Get out of the way!

Don't fall.

Come on! f*ck!

That one is well known in the

community since Li'l Zé's time.

Bradock was the

leader of the Runts,

the kids who k*lled Li'l Zé. and

took over The Apartments' Corner.

But you know how things

are. When kids make a mess,

there's always an adult

to set things straight.

So Curió took over everything.

Bradock became the

leader's right hand.

Until he was arrested

a few years back.

There's something in your mouth.

You should have

stopped when I fell.

My bad, man.

What's up, my man?

You did good.

This is for you.

Ceará. Great.

Antena, take this.

Waldemar Cavalcante.

- It's me.

- Get your sh*t and come with me.

Why? What do you want? Nobody

told me I was being transferred.

You're not being

transferred. You're free.

Are you messing with me?

Hurry up!

Come on!

f*ck.

Bye, Ceará!

- You deserve it, man. Go on.

- Freedom!

Listen up!

I'm f*cking free!

I'm f*cking free!

I'm free!

You owe me.

It'll be my pleasure.

My God!

Yeah.

Chop-chop! My

client is in a hurry.

I'm free, ma'am.

I'm free as a bird.

You first.

Thanks.

I missed this sh*t.

Hello, Rio de Janeiro!

Nobody's going

to f*cking stop me!

Waldemar Bradock

is in the house!

I'm f*cking free!

Stop the car. I want

to go for a swim.

You got it.

Salt water.

We're here with the

Secretary of Security.

Reginaldo, what can you tell us

about the crime that got two

German tourists k*lled last Friday?

Our wonderful city attracts

tourists from all over the world,

and it needs to be able to

offer security to its visitors.

But I have faith we will

punish those delinquents.

Reginaldo Cavani.

Rio de Janeiro's

Secretary of Security.

Who would've thought?

Our paths crossed a

few times in the past.

But you guys know that back

then he was known as Melonhead.

The m*therf*cker

terrorized the community.

He made money bribing.

He arrested th*gs, asked for

kickback and released them.

- Where are you going?

- I need to see that! Wait.

He has made fame and fortune

k*lling thieves in the South Zone.

Then he became paladin

of justice and joined politics.

So he didn't really change

careers, just climbed the ranks.

What's that?

He was the one

after the Tender Trio,

the Robin Hood-like g*ng

my brother was part of.

- We got to go!

- Let's go!

The case involving

the tourists moved me,

because of the cruelty those

th*gs had murdering the couple.

We're already in touch with the families

to facilitate the bodies' transfer.

TOURISTS HOMICIDE

SHOCKS RIO DE JANEIRO

Well done, Dad.

The media loved that

you mentioned the tourists.

You could have

mentioned the election.

Are you trying to teach me

what I should or should not say?

Hold on.

SECRETARY OF SECURITY

Do whatever you want with me.

- Get ready for the party.

- What party?

Our little party here is better.

Curió's daughter's

15th birthday party.

I want to see his face when

he sees his prodigal son is back.

The party is beautiful.

Great.

Axé.

- Enjoy the party.

- Hi.

Gorgeous.

Thank you.

I don't know how

to use this thing.

It's just a lipstick, hon.

Look who's here.

MC Leka.

What's wrong with

you now? Are you high?

Come on. Stop that.

You lost all respect. You can

grope me if you want, right?

Don't pretend you don't

like it. Come on, baby.

- Genny, stop.

- Listen.

You think you can do whatever

you want at your dad's party.

- Thank you.

- Did you forget who you're talking to?

My God!

Look at his p*stol!

Let me see if it's

charged, Genivaldo Jr.

Help Ana Ju.

- Sure, Berenice.

- Touch her hair up.

What is this kid doing here?

- No one knows.

- What's up?

They're getting ready and

need privacy. Get the hell out!

Give me the tweezers.

- Get him!

- You're done.

Respect the th*gs!

Eat this. You'll need all

the energy you can get.

And twerk.

My a*s is thick Call

me sweet cheeks

I'm not dead!

Guys, can I take a picture?

Such a beautiful family.

- Rocket!

- Come on!

Wait a second, Rocket.

Way better.

- Take the pic, Rocket.

- Sure.

Look.

Come on, Rocket. Did

you take the picture?

g*dd*mn kiss a*s.

Come here, Dayane.

Take a picture.

Closer, sweetie.

- Is this better?

- Yes.

Let's give her a kiss.

OUR DAYANE'S 15TH BIRTHDAY

SINCE 1989

- Thank you for dancing with my sister.

- Sure.

Are you tearing up?

So there's a beating

heart in there?

She's my goddaughter.

I'd die for her.

There you are.

I thought you were spending

all night with those th*gs.

I would rather spend the

night with the most beautiful,

sweet-smelling and

hot woman in this slum.

Yeah?

Our song.

- Let's dance.

- Yeah.

What's up, City of God!

This party is beautiful.

Congrats, Dayane.

Now let's give it up to

the princess of slutiness.

MC Leka!

MC Leka

Come

I'm riding hard

I'm riding hard You

just wait and see

I'm riding really hard

I'm riding hard You

just wait and see

I have a big butt You

can call me sweet cheeks

My a*s is thick Call me

Holy f*ck It's MC Leka

I'm going to make

you miss my p*ssy

Holy f*ck No strings attached

I'm going to make

you miss my p*ssy

So, are you enjoying the show?

I'm riding hard

I'm riding hard You

just wait and see

I'm riding hard

I'm riding

- Won't you take pics of your daughter?

- Haven't you listened to her song?

Come on, Rocket.

You moved to the South Zone

and think you can judge the music?

You're here to photograph the

party, and your daughter is beautiful.

She's gorgeous. Just

do it. Don't be a bummer.

Holy f*ck No strings attached

Come on!

I'm going to make

you miss my p*ssy

Come

What the f*ck?

Am I seeing a mirage?

f*ck! Big Daddy!

- f*ck!

- f*ck!

How could you keep this from me?

- I wanted it to be a surprise.

- I loved it!

It's my job.

You dirty old man!

The birthday girl!

- My baby sister.

- Big brother.

- f*ck, Genny.

- Bradock!

You got so big!

- Hi, Auntie.

- Is it really you?

As I live and breathe. I'm back.

- Axé.

- Axé.

Thanks, brother. Freedom.

f*ck!

- I can't believe it!

- f*ck!

- I told you I'd hug you.

- You're the man.

- The Runts! f*ck!

- The Runts! f*ck!

- Thanks, Stringy. Rocket.

- Hi, man.

You're a good one. It's good to see

you. Yeah, Big Daddy. We're back.

I need to talk to you.

You know I don't

like to waste time.

Go take care of your queen.

She's worth the

trouble, and then some!

My head is about to explode.

I've been in jail for

too long. You know?

- I need to come back.

- We'll see the best way.

What do you mean?

We'll see. Junior is in charge.

He's doing a hell of a job.

He might be doing well, but

So just enjoy yourself.

Call me if you need anything.

Money, a car, cocaine. Whatever it is.

Meanwhile, I'll

think about things.

Come on. That has always been my

job. The Apartments' Corner is mine.

He's my f*cking son.

He's practically your

brother! Calm down!

I need to talk to the guests.

We'll talk later. Don't be mad.

You're family.

I'll take care of you.

He can't do that to you,

Bradock. It's outrageous.

It's a family thing,

Crazy. We'll sort it out.

Family doesn't do that.

You were in jail for six

years, and no one visited.

Now he says you're family.

And you're falling for it.

It's not like that.

Just drive.

f*ck! Go for it!

Turn! f*ck!

f*ck!

Come on, man!

What are you doing?

m*therf*cker!

There he goes!

Run for it!

Get rid of him!

- Go!

- Come on!

Here!

I love you!

I love you!

Take that!

CITY OF GOD 3 - VISITING TEAM 2

- Come on, man.

- Pay attention.

- Go!

- PQD! f*ck!

- What's up, Big Daddy?

- Bradock.

Can we talk about that thing?

Don't worry, son.

Just watch the game.

Number ten is on fire.

We'll talk later.

- I need it now.

- Relax.

I want to come back.

Whisky, boss.

Let the boss breathe.

Smoke a joint and relax.

I'm not talking to

you. I'm talking to him.

What the f*ck?

f*ck you!

Enough!

Enough!

- g*dd*mn it!

- as*h*le!

It's a soccer

match! Not a fight!

If you want to fight, get

the f*ck out of my slum!

Jesus.

What's wrong with them?

Go back to play.

Enjoy your freedom.

Do you still play? You

could join the team.

f*ck that! What are

you talking about?

I didn't get out of

jail to play soccer.

ZeroOnze, get me

a really cold beer.

Bradock needs to cool down.

Have you lost your mind?

You can't press me like

that in front of everyone!

Have you lost respect?

No, Big Daddy. I do have

a lot of respect for you.

I spent six years in jail

for something Junior did.

We're talking.

Come on, Big Daddy. I'm a man.

I didn't rat anyone out.

It wasn't easy for me in there.

I don't want any trouble. I

just want my corner back.

What are you talking about?

Your corner? It's my corner.

You were just a corner boy.

You said we were family.

I raised you like a son.

If you still don't respect your

father, it's time for you to learn!

You've got some nerve, boy.

When am I taking over?

Do you need anything, boss?

Everything is fine.

Let's go. I'm done

with this game.

Bradock, you're

just nervous, brother.

You're not thinking straight.

Cool down.

He's not going to

leave you high and dry.

MAGLIANO CAR LO

- Hi.

- How are you?

Please.

What's the rush, Jerusa?

- Remember that thing I told you?

- Yeah.

I need the equipment.

So where's the money?

Well

What kind of

equipment do you need?

WELCOME

I'm starting to think

he's not coming.

Don't worry.

God spits out the

lukewarm, Bradock.

- You're too tame.

- Sit down.

Who the f*ck does he

think he is making us wait?

Just f*cking relax.

He'll show up.

- You trust him too much.

- Don't worry.

- What's up, Bradock?

- What do you want?

- Curió's not coming.

- What?

Spit it out.

He said you and Junior are

brothers, and you're sharing the corner.

Half and half.

You can start tomorrow.

Is that a joke?

Then you go tell Curió that

f*cking corner is Bradock's.

Or we'll take it.

Are you sure, Bradock?

Are you taking

orders from this b*tch?

Have some respect, m*therf*cker!

- You're okay with that?

- Listen, kid.

Go back and pass

the message to Curió.

I'm not this b*tch's

message boy.

You're the b*tch.

I don't need boys to

send messages for me.

Curió wants w*r? He's got it.

BASED ON "CITY OF GOD",

A NOVEL BY PAULO LINS

INSPIRED BY FERNANDO

MEIRELLES' FILM "CITY OF GOD"

CITY OF GOD THE FIGHT RAGES ON