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But no-one ever knew anything.

No-one revealed the|robber's hideout.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Why don't you change|your life, Hairy?

Find a job instead of|lying in bed all day!

Do you think that a job will|give you money? Go try!

What do you think |I am doing all day long?

Take it easy, baby.|All I want is you.

to have children, a farm|with chicken, and lots of weed.

I don't believe a word.

I almost got rich|with that robbery.

The police are after you|after the motel killings.

What are you saying? Did you see anything?|So shut up!

They shot them,|and blamed it on me!

They even killed Kid!|So leave it!

- I don't know who did it|- Not me.

I don't want a gangster as|the father of my children!

You are alone, Hairy!

Snatcher became religious,|Naive found a job.

- And you?|- I am the same!

- Everybody dumped me.|- Then I will dump you too.

I am leaving. If you want, come with|me, else I will leave alone!

Nice fresh fish!

My brother promised|to conform.

But the gangster does not change.|Just stops for a while.

Naive was having an affair|with Shortie's wife.

I have trout, but for you|I have something special.

It's a mullet.

- Does your husband lick you?|- No.

Mine licks me for half an|hour before f***ing...

...from behind.|Do you let him? Doesn't it hurt?

In the beginning, yes. After that it|is perfect! But you need a banana.

- Why?|- You're losing the best part, kid!

You warm up a banana|and stick it in your p*ssy!

while he fucks you in the ass.|It is awesome!

- Ask your husband.|- I can't. He will get mad

Try. Men go nuts|for stuff like that.

F***ing n*gger!

B*tch!

Whore!

Rocket, give me your|shorts, quickly!

- I am not gonna get naked in the street.|- Your brother is in danger!

Give me the shirt!

Quickly!

I always have to pay the price.

He ran away.|That's his brother.

I will cut his balls!

Fish! Fresh fish!

Kid, come here.

- Where is your brother?|- Not working today.

- Get in.|- I did nothing.

- What about my fish?|- Get in. Forget the fish.

My father will kill me.

Let's go. There is nothing here.

My father swore not|to see my brother again.

No-one saw him again|in the ghetto.

The Trio Mortes story|reached its end.

Kid! I though you were killed|in the motel.

- I can see you got money.|- It's ours, Benny.

Cut the crap|and bring the money.

Tell Hairy that|Shortie is getting difficult. I'm leaving.

But Shortie was getting busy.

A neighbour called the cops|before sunrise.

The newspapers wrote:

"A husband buries his wife|alive in the City of God"

The place was full of cops.|The robbers ran away. Do you want to die?

Do as I tell you...

And show some respect to the lady.

- Let's go.|- There are cops ahead.

F*** them. Go!|Go wherever you want.

What's the matter?

Mercy. It is a piece of crap.

- Start the engine!|- It needs pushing.

Push, Hairy.|Push!

You?

Do you want to arrest|the thieves? There's one...

Get him!

Run, Hairy!|Stop!

He's a murderer!

The day that Hairy|was killed...

I remember the crowd|and a camera.

I always wanted a camera.

Let's go to school.

- Why don't we go to the beach?|- We have exams!

So what!|Everybody is on the beach!

She wears a bikini|and plays hard to get!

Sun is for everyone.|Beach for a few.

IN THE 70's

When I was 16 I bought|my first camera.

Starting from the bottom.|The cheapest model!

How is it going, Rocket?|Have you been laid yet?

Nothing.

Oh, Angelica. She drove me mad...

Rocket, are you jerking?

Gorgeous and had got laid.|I wanted to lose my virginity with her!

- She has a boyfriend.|- So? I am not jealous

- Her father is a cop.|- No-one is perfect.

I was the official photographer|of the gang.

of the "Groove Gang".

Everybody paid for copies.

Siago, move backwards.|There.

I need a joint.

Snort coke.|It's great!

Siago, do you snort?|I prefer a good pot.

- I can find it for you if you want.|- Go find it, then.

If we talk about dope|we talk about coke!

Drugs!

- You're full of salt.|- F*** off.

You want to be a lifeguard|but you never go in.

I bet a beer I|am a better swimmer.

If you want I can find a joint|at Blackies.

I would do anything for her.

I would find pot, coke...

I would go to the big boys|to buy good stuff...

The boss was an ex-|classmate: Blackie.

- Who?|- It's Rocket!

How are things going?|The kids OK?

Do you want to buy|or smoke?

Who is it?

This was Blackie's hideout|But it hadn't always been.

F*** off, kid|Why are you marching in like that?

Is this your hideout?

THE STORY OF THE HIDEOU Donan Zel started to sell drugs|after becoming a widow...

to feed her children.

She often gave out dope|to the kids in exchange for special favours...

Her favourite was|Big Guy.

She was such an amateur|that even Big Guy was cheating on her.

Big Guy was using kids|as dealers.

- My pot?|- Stick it in your ass.

The best dealer...

was Redhead.

May I have a sip?

Big Guy trusted him...

and so he became a manager.

Twenty for us,|five for you, Blackie.

One day a friend of Redhead appeared.

Aristotle.

My wife was sick.

His family had helped|Redhead.

He would not refuse help|to a brother.

The dope. I want the money|by Friday.

You got me out of jail.

He is a friend, Big Guy.

Give him another week.

You either kill him or I'll kill you.

He had no choice.

- I told you on Friday.|- Don't do it, friend!

Redhead wanted to get|the Big Guy...

but he did not have to.|Big Guy died in jail.

Redhead took| Big Guy's belongings...

but not the hideout.|It was cursed.

He gave it to his trustee,|Blackie.

- Hundred and fifty bags.|- Not enough.

So he took over|the local dealing.

But not for long.

Who is it?

Go see.

F*** off, kid. Why are|you rushing into my hideout?

Who told you|it is yours?

And I am not 'kid'.|My name is Ze.

THE STORY OF LITTLE ZE

Ze had wanted to rule|the City of God...

since he was a kid.

They are having fun and I am not?

I want to go home!

What do you want? |Your friend took it all.

That night, Kid|satisfied his thirst for blood.

knowing that Hairy|would never forgive him.

To save himself|he left the City of God.

He worked all day for nickels.

Kid and Benny|really made it...

they had the gift of the killer.

- You have more.|- I had the idea.

The problem was to handle|an older gangster.

like my brother Naive.

Dammit! I though you died in the motel.|You have lots of money!

It is our money, Benny.

Benny, tell Hairy that|Shortie is getting difficult.

I'm leaving the ghetto.

From Hairy.|You are gonna need it.

Robbery after robbery|the Kid grew big.

When he was 18 he was the| most respected gangster in the City.

One of the most| dangerous robbers in Rio.

Happy birthday, Kid.|Glad you turned 18.

Beat it!

- Just a beer!|- Didn't you see me, a**hole?

Next time I will kill you,|you prick!

Kid was ready for anything!

And couldn't wait.

Who's the wealthiest here?

Lots.|Jerry Andriani...

golden necklace, luxurious clothes.

- Perriera and the chick.|- My brother took her.

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