Alemão

"Alemao" (2014)

The occupation of one of the biggest slums in Brazil

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Even though it's based on research, statements and news,

this movie is considered a work of fiction.

The repossession of Rio's slums

begins with a State military action.

According to the Government of Rio de Janeiro, the goal is

to pacify the traffic-dominated communities, and to implement

the UPP policy .

Due to its extension and overpopulation,

the Alemao Complex is considered the hardest one to be occupied.

The State Intelligence Service had decided to infiltrate

undercover cops into the Complex.

Don't tell me you're winning?

Where's the beer...? Get me one!

Working a lot?

Come here, little parrot... You're getting heavy!

What's up? Everything OK?

Here, finish this shit. Hey, listen, I'll be real.

I'm not so sure about this leaving thing.

- It's hard... - Are you kidding?

Y'think they gonna invade?

Hell no, this is Playboy's entourage, you crazy?

Yo, bro, gotta go. Be right back.

- OK? - See ya, bro.

What's up, Blackie.

What's up, doc? Everything cool, at peace?

What's happening here, dude?

Fuck, I'm talking to him, but he gives me nothing back.

- Are you mute? - I don't get it.

Another bus is on fire on a different spot.

We're here, on Brazil Avenue,

right on the entrance to Penha, and we can see now

the entire team, the police patrol,

the entire force squad, many men,

even a war tank entering Penha.

3 YEARS AFTER THE UPPs.

Due to the traffic's reaction, the invasion was anticipated, one of Brazil's largest military actions. This is quite the image. Are the bandits fleeing?

5 undercover cops are at risk. They're fleeing, definitely.

They're fleeing to a same faction as theirs.

But colonel, are they abandoning the village?

Are there policemen there to surround them?

There aren't. The operation...

It's begun.

Let's keep it cool, Playboy.

Hey, Sene.

We are flying over Cruzeiro Village,

where a police operation is taking place.

We have footage...

What's happening, Skull?

- It's fucked up. - What is?

It's fucked up, bro, look.

- What the fuck is this? - Open it, bro.

Fuck, open it!

Come on, guard the stairs.

No secrets in the entourage. Share the info. What's up?

Boss... It's fucked up.

Shit, that's all you say!

Easy, bro! There was a guy in a bike.

I'm talking to him, but he gives me nothing back.

Spill it, dude. What's happening, Roadrunner?

- What's up? You bailed on me... - Wait up, Blackie...

Let's talk this shit out.

What do you mean, "no talk"...?

Dude, what's with this Roadrunner?

- He ran... - Fuck, get the bike!

Get that son of a bitch!

Speed this shit up! Go, go!

Coming through! Son of a bitch!

He's in Joe's alley! In there!

Fuck!

Shit!

This fucking gun's jammed, bro! Go around!

Son of a bitch!

This is it! Go, go!

Motherfucker!

Faggot!

Son of a bitch!

What the fuck is this, bro...

This guy is a Five-0.

He's a son of a bitch...

Did you see who the driver was?

No, boss. The son of a bitch got away.

Let's keep it cool, boss.

Fuck you...

It's time for the singer to sing.

Turn on the signal blocker in the hood, shut it down.

Shut it all down, boss? Why?

All the operators. And share the info with the community.

Photocopy that shit and send it online

to the whole entourage. Beat it.

- Go, go, go! - Step on it, Killjoy.

Son of a bitch... You're fucked.

Get over here, nigger.

Share the info, boss.

Do you know where any of those Five-0s live?

I know one of them, Playboy. We'll find the others, easy.

I may even go down, bro,

but I'll bring those motherfuckers with me.

This will be over soon, boss. It's just for show.

I give the orders here, fuck!

Attention, community. Playboy wants to let you know

you have to go to the soccer field to use cellphones.

And internet is off until tomorrow.

And his word is: no one on the streets.

We're busted.

We're busted.

Come on, Carlinhos!

- What's up, Carlinhos? - What's up, Sene.

I came to know if you're ready to join the entourage.

What's the word, bro?

Playboy told me to let you in, but it has to be now.

For sure. Go ahead, I'll be right there.

What's the matter, Carlinhos? Now, bro.

Come on, Sene.

5 minutes of overtime.

Don't take too long...

What is it, Dede? Are you expecting trouble?

What's happening, Carlinhos?

- Tell me where you're going. - Hush, now.

This dude is taking too long, Senegal.

- I'm breaking in. You with me? - For sure. Break it down.

Open up, Carlinhos!

I have to work something out, but I'll be back.

Just don't forget one thing, I fucking love you.

I'll come back for you, OK?

Where's your motherfucking boyfriend? Sit the fuck down.

- I don't know. - I'm talking. Look at me!

You don't know?

You were making love with him!

Weren't you? Making hot sex?

- Where's that son of a bitch? - Where did he fucking go?

You're not saying? It's gonna go bad for you, Leticia.

I'm telling you what's what.

I just won't do it harder 'cause I'm your brother.

But your boyfriend's going down, today's his last day.

We're gonna kill him.

Get real. We'll have a word later. You and me.

You better be on my side, Leticia.

Or else things will be bad for you.

It's almost over, my love.

Almost over.

Where's that man, bro?

Fuck, Branco. Got diarrhea, dude?

You took too fucking long. Come on, bro!

Come on, Ceara, use that 2 of yours.

Come on, Ceara!

Thanks, nigger...

Let's hurry up and finish this, I've gotta go.

Branco, you son of a bitch.

Where's that motherfucker, did he use a smoke bomb?

That way, over there...

I'm going back. I'll be back, baby.

Look, look, Sushi.

It's the blue eyed Madonna...

That bastard blue blood.

Senegal, that cop's dirty, he sells us guns.

Easy, let's keep it cool.

Let's get his guns and use it against him,

so he'll stop his funny business.

Excuse me, it's really quick. Just a minute.

Sit, please.

- I'll get the phone. - Thank you.

I know it's strange, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

No, no... It's not working. Miss?

Miss?

What's up, auntie? Where's the dude?

- He just left. - Fuck, auntie!

Hold up, Sushi! Fuck, are you on crack?

You gonna shoot my car? Are you high?

Fuck, we just let him get away?

No need to run to get home-raised chicken.

I worked my ass off to get this shit.

Damn, these dogs are furious. They're worse than the cops...

Fuck, dog, you trying to bite me?

- We're fucked? - You haven't heard?

No.

They're following me.

Let's go down and start using the hiding place.

Through here.

Go down there.

There.

Are you going to tell me what's happening, or not?

Playboy found out, somebody ratted us.

Are you sure it wasn't one of us?

Yes, it could've been. Including you.

It could've been me, could've been you, too.

You were here working, while all us are running.

How can you be sure they're not on their way here?

Lower the fucking gun. Do it, dirty motherfucker. Lower it.

- You lower it. - Dirty motherfucker.

Don't move, Doca. Stand still.

We're the only ones here.

I don't trust him.

Lower it.

In Valadares' absence, I'm second-in-command.

So let's lower them together. Together.

Lower the gun, lower it.