City of God Page #6

I've got the solution. Rouger.|Have you seen this before?

Like the AR-15. Same calibre|but lighter.

With infra-red vision ?|400 rounds per minute?

Are you trying to fool me?|I'll f*** you.

Go now. No money,|no guns.

- What am I supposed to say to the boss?|- Your problem. Think of something.

Beat it, Fatty

Ze made a big mistake.|He didn't know that...

behind every dealer,|there is a big trader.

Did you see this?|Why do they want an AR-15?

They will make investigations.|Cops. We'll get busted.

Do you think that I would betray you?

I'll fix it, but|don't get involved again.

Charlie! Come here.

Tell him...

Let's go now to the f***ing dealer.

Come here, kids.

- Do you like chicken?|- It depends.

We'll eat chicken and|for dessert... Redhead.

I have a gift for you.

- One big one for you.|- Are you giving us guns ?

Yes, but I want you beside me|against Redhead.

- Can we steal later?|- Not in the ghetto.

- Do you know how to shoot?|- More or less.

Come and help|the kids!

I know. You do it like this.

THE BEGINING OF THE END

Grab the chicken!

If Ze catches you|he'll kill you.

He has to find me first.

Kid, grab the chicken!

- The Cops!|- Don't run away!

Buttheads! F***in' faggots!|Get the hell outta here!

Let them kill|each other

Rocket!|Take a picture of us!

Why are you standing like that?

Kill the mothafucker!

- Relax, don't move.|- It hurts!

Relax, Kid!

Why did you join|this f***in' war?

Knockout Ned!|Ze is down!

Hang on, I'll help you.

- What's your name|- My name is Otto.

I want revenge|for my father's death.

Ze's down!

Hang on.

Cops!

Down! Hands behind your head!

- It's you that I want.|- You're through, pal.

Handcuffs on him.

- Rocket, where're you going?|- I got something to do.

We got some arrangements to make, Ze.

Not you. You're the gift|for the Media.

- Is it 10'000?|- Almost. That's all I got.

That's all, Boss.|We looked everywhere.

Let him go.

The ring? Is it gold?

F*** it.|You owe us the rest.

F***in war!

Knockout Ned is dead|and I'm broke!

You're f***ed, right?

We'll do some robberies|to get back in my job.

- Your job, Ze?|- Is it tough for you, boy?

For our friend, mothafucker!|Attack!

We are the Bosses!

That photograph|will make me a professional.

That photograph will make me famous.

Maybe it'll make the front page|of a magazine.

I won't worry about Ze any more.

But the police?

The Boss of the city|of God, falls down dead...

That photograph|could kill us?

- It gave you work.|- It made me international.

- You made some money, right?|- Yeah, some...

- That journalist? Was she good?|- Good enough.

- You didn't like it?|- How would they know about f***ing?

Cocoa robbed three houses|at Bara.

Let's do him.

- Who killed Roger?|- Biff.

Let's kill the Boss|and Gringo.

It's just the two of us|plus three more...

Have you ever heard|of the Red Brigade?

No, but if they come|we'll do 'em.

- Who knows how to write?|- Me, a little.

Let's make|a hitlist!

- Add Nightbird to the list.|- And Leonard!

And the Chinese, he thinks he's too |important. Claudio also!

Where is Giant?

I forgot to tell you,|my name is not Rocket any more.

I'm Wilson Rodriguez.|Photographer.

Based on a true story

Manuel Assando, also known as|'Knockout Ned', was hospitalised...

after he was injured|by Ze's men.

He gave us an interview.

Many died.|Mostly innocent.

Just for knowing me...|Just for being my friends.

If someone thinks that|he knows me, he's dead.

- Where are the police?|- They're after me, not him.

I went to jail three times|while he kills undisturbed.

They don't arrest him.

Knockout Ned claims|that the war will continue.

Police officers promise|to take down...

both gangs|in the City Of God.

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