The Mechanism (O Mecanismo)

THIS PROGRAM IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS.

CHARACTERS AND EVENTS WERE ADAPTED FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT.

Truth be told, I suffer from voluntary amnesia.

I spend my days trying to forget the price I paid to get where I am.

I know.

It hasn't been all losses though.

39,600.

I got it, darling.

I showed the world that Roberto Ibrahim was a goddamned crook.

The man's an artist.

Mr. Ibrahim, we have a warrant for your preventive custody.

- On what charges? - Capital flight.

I locked him up. If only temporarily.

You never went to college, and now you get 15 years. Maybe 20.

- Step on it, Nogueira! - Amen, Nogueira!

Don't leave me in here with this lunatic!

I helped Verena rise in the police ranks.

If it hadn't been for my backstage intervention

and Guilhome's help...

Good morning.

Federal agent Luis Carlos Guilhome, Financial Crimes Division.

This is the money that flowed into Ibrahim's account.

...she'd never have caught JPR.

- Where did you get the car? - It was a gift... from Ibrahim.

And he paid in cash, didn't he, João Pedro?

We have a warrant for your preventive custody

issued by the 13th Court of Curitiba.

JPR's arrest was a landmark.

You're a living time bomb who could blow this country!

The money Vander found at his home

and the records Verena uncovered

connected Ibrahim's dealings...

- Would 500 cover it? - Try 600, honey.

...to Petrobrasil, along with Janete, Thames and Gino's campaign.

Never before in this country's history...

My persistence changed Brazil.

Without it, Rigo wouldn't have locked up 12 of Brazil's biggest contractors.

I don't know if it was worth it for me.

I was kicked out of the force. I lost what little money I had.

You're proposing a plea bargain, then?

Precisely.

If the parties agree, the plea bargain is official.

I faced Rigo.

You're under arrest for defacing public property!

A hardheaded judge.

I put a bullet in my head...

and put my wife and daughter through hell.

I put Verena and Guilhome in the crosshairs of Ricardo Bretch,

the 13th contractor.

The most dangerous of all.

- This is the core of their task force. - How many federal agents?

Vices, lovers, debts... I want their bloody guts.

The bastard put them in the crosshairs of Internal Affairs.

It was a lot of pressure.

Verena was strong-willed, but her body couldn't keep up.

She caught an infection and had to go under the knife.

And now, in trying to get to the son of a bitch...

I was lying to his secretary, the sole witness to his crimes.

What's your name?

Maria Tereza.

You?

Yeah, it was a shitshow in the making.

None of this had to happen.

Do you get now why I suffer from voluntary amnesia?

Brazil is very weird.

If I say a leftist politician is a criminal,

I'm a fascist.

If I point out a crooked right-winger...

I'm called a champagne socialist.

Ideology makes you blind, believe me.

But I'm not blind.

In order to follow me,

you have to be less of a loser

than this fellow who is constantly checking his phone.

Or than the guy that looks down every time I run into him.

Do you know anyone who gets off the train one station before the last stop

and gets on another train headed in the same direction?

Exactly.

Aside from me, no one would do this.

But that blonde woman and those two guys have just done that.

And you can bet they will also board the next train.

A train on the same line...

that is going to the same station as the train they were just on,

as if they were crazy. As if I was crazy.

But I'm not crazy. And they aren't either.

None of them believed they could fix Brazil on their own.

They were Miller and Bretch agents, and they were following me.

And the worst part is that I was leading them to Maria Tereza,

Ricardo Bretch's secretary and sole firsthand witness to the crimes.

I know. I could leave her waiting at the bar and go somewhere else,

but I decided to take a risk and make it all or nothing.

Hello, Maria.

- How are you? - Great.

If it gets bad, I'll let you know.

It got bad, I'm letting you know now.

What happened?

Look at the door behind you. Behind you.

A blonde lady is about to walk in.

Tall and attractive.

Yeah... Lethal.

- That one is Lethal. - What is this?

Right after, a fellow will come in, wearing a gray T-shirt, glasses,

his T-shirt reads "Maine."

Backpack, probably filled with explosives.

We call him Menace.

After him...

there's another guy wearing a light-colored shirt

and dark coat over it.

Looks like a good-natured guy from the countryside.

But he isn't. His nickname is Slow Death.

- What's going on? - They are here to kill you.

- Kill me? - Structured Operations.

We both know what that means, and so do they.

- What do we do? - Come with me.

It was a risky idea that could go wrong,

but you can't face the fauna that inhabits Brasília

without taking a few chances.

What is this?

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

You invited me to this pagode

And warned me "There's no poor people in here"

You even asked me to tread lightly

Because I've got some color I'm a bit dark

Here we can really find The cream of the crop

Doctors, gentlemen, even magnates

With all the drinking and the talking

I came to the conclusion

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left, brother

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left, brother

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left

Where are we going?

To your house. It's going to be fine.

- I'm a police officer. - Police officer?

No. Mr. Ricardo wouldn't do something like that to me.

Yeah, but he did.

Everyone hightailed it out of Brazil, you're the only one left.

You're the only witness, he sent his men to get rid of you.

- What do I do then? - You come with me to Curitiba.

- Curitiba? - You tell me everything you know.

- Okay. - I'll help.

No! Stay there, I have to use the bathroom.

Plínio Bretch, Ricardo's father.

A fucking scumbag.

And yet, Maria Tereza had his picture in her dining room.

That's when I realized that it wouldn't be easy to win her over by scaring her.

After staying a week in São Paulo,

I'm not one to leave empty-handed.

But what are you...

Get out of my house!

Mr. Bretch did a lot of bad stuff. You know that, and he knows you know.

He pays for my son's rehab. Do you have any idea what it's like?

You can't get arrested. Your son needs you.

- You have to listen to me. - Get out!

Listen to me!

Listen to me.

- Get out. - Listen to me.

You have my number.

When you figure out that I'm the only one who can help you,

give me a call.

At least that bastard Ibrahim was wearing an ankle monitor, under house arrest...

with nothing to do except watch soap operas and daytime TV.

The professional is here. The tech guy!

But Ibrahim had his beginnings in Paraguay,

flying planes for a guy called Pablo, a cigarette smuggler.

Let's get rid of this crap.

What do you think, Doc?

With aluminum foil, huh?

Paraguayan technology.

It blocks the signal, see?

So whoever is controlling it thinks the signal was lost.

How many boxes are you smuggling?

- We're still doing the math. - That's up to Pablo.

Retail is fickle, am I right?

But we have to start small. About 6 or 7 thousand in the first month.

Packs?

- No, boxes, of course. - And since when is that retail?

What kind of money is that? Can I have some?

This is "pocket money." It's not for sharing.

Leasing the riverbank got expensive. Right, Pablo?

- Very expensive. - Very expensive.

- Where is the real money? - We can't touch that.

The bank is on the other side of the world, Ibrahim.

The money isn't even under your name!

No way the feds are in on it.

Yes, but the DA is, right?

- This itches, doesn't it? - Itches, heats up and vibrates.

The son of a bitch was even more cunning than I thought.

He took all the money that he had left.

This wasn't included in the package.

He put his ankle monitor on Luz Maria, his wife's sister...

How long is she staying?

...and went to work.

She will be keeping you company.

Her daughter is studying abroad.

A daughter who's away is impossible to replace,