Federal Police - No One is Above the Law

- Go ahead, 12. What's up? - The target is home, Chief.

Lights out, and it's been quiet since last night.

Please let me know immediately if anything strange comes up.

- Right. - Fuck, we've lost Youssef.

Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on this, Chief.

- Talk to me, 16. Anything? - No, Chief.

- Everything quiet at ICV HQ. - Okay, good.

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- DG, where's my backup? - I've contacted Sao Luís.

The team will be waiting for Vinícius.

- Thirty-five. - The target's gone to his mother's.

I'm texting the address. 702 Itambi Street.

Keep in touch with the team

- at his office. - Ok, I'll keep you posted.

Still nothing?

Nothing.

- How's it going, Bia? - Still the same.

- Anything come up? - Not yet.

I can't believe Alberto Youssef found out.

Worst thing is to think of him laughing at us.

It'd be much worse if all of them found out.

Well, if we've got a leak, it didn't reach Chater.

- Things are pretty normal. - They're calling.

- Okay, I'll call you back. - Ivan?

I'm off to Sao Luís. You guys find him?

- We can't zero in any further. - He's in the Lighthouse District,

but we can't locate the hotel. We have a plainclothes team,

so they can't be identified. - Got it.

I need a team at each hotel.

- Let me call the Director General. - Hold on, I know Sao Luís.

Ivan, Alberto Youssef. There are only 3 hotels where he would be.

Edu, let me see the hotels.

Try this one.

Luzeiros Hotel, good evening.

Is Mr. Alberto Youssef registered?

Hold on please.

Hello?

- Goddamn it! - Hello?

- That was him. - Why'd they put me through?

I just wanted to know if he was there, damn it!

It's okay, Julio. No way he'll know who called.

So? He'll know something's wrong.

This operation's dead!

Let's go!

- He's not moving. - Julio, update the address.

Because this piece of shit isn't going anywhere.

- Yes? - I'm sending the location.

Great, thanks.

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THIRTEENTH FEDERAL COURT - JUDGE SERGIO MORO CHANGE OF ADDRESS

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Relax, Youssef. Your ride is on the way.

Relax my ass! Someone calls, asks for me by name.

And when I answer, they hang up?

I know what's going on! Call the guy and see where he is!

You can't trust politicians.

Get rid of the car! I don't want to draw attention!

- Six-one-six? - That's right.

Come on, pick up the phone!

Six-one-six...

Go ahead, you first. Get in.

Okay, your ride is here.

You know what to do with this.

Don't worry.

Shit!

Ivan, he was here...

and now he's gone.

Goddamn it!

Naturally, our story doesn't begin here.

Like smallpox and tuberculosis,

corruption came to Brazil on the first sailboats.

From the very beginning, Portugal sent Brazil a governor

already convicted of embezzlement.

Brazilwood, slaves, gold, land,

diamonds, taxes, iron, coffee...

Everything and everyone was robbed or stolen.

SUDAM, SUDENE, Budget "dwarves"...

Bloodsuckers, Allowances, Dominoes, NGOs...

Cash in underwear and even the Whistle.

The main culprit in of all this? The pen.

For as long as someone gets to hold the pen, there will be corruption.

Power always rests with those who appoint.

Those who sign the dotted line. For bad or for good.

You won't regret this. We're going to rebuild Curitiba.

Look, Boss. It's only because of you guys.

Do you know who you want to head the Financial Crimes unit?

It's going to require hard work, so we need

someone level-headed.

What's wrong with you? Can't you count to 15?

You had 15 days to conclude the investigation

and you're behind schedule? How could you?

- Can I say something? - Please don't.

Don't even try. There's no explanation.

An important case, and my prisoner is on the loose

free to intimidate witnesses, destroy evidences,

and interfere with proceedings because you failed to meet

your fucking deadline!

Unbelievable...

Thanks, Ivan. But don't waste time on me.

I accepted their invitation, and I'm going to Sao Paulo.

The Brazilian financial center, you know.

Just think about it. You don't have to say no yet.

There's nothing to think about.

I don't want to put myself through it again.

We arrest, they release. And our case is closed

due to red tape or a change in who's in power. I don't want that anymore!

I see, Bia. But it's different now.

We're forming a very reliable team.

Director General Rodrigo, Antenor, and me.

So you think it's going to be totally different this time.

Well, no. We won't become England overnight.

- So, why did you say yes? - We're not gonna change Brazil,

but there's always something we can do, right?

And that's why we need our "generala".

- Our "generala"? - Yeah, to organize the troops.

- Are you calling me bossy? - Ma'am, no, Ma'am!

I am not a "generala". That word doesn't even exist.

Ma'am, yes, Ma'am.

There's gotta be thousands of cases that haven't moved since I left.

Who's going to clean it all up?

On one condition.

Do you really think you can control him?

"Control" is a strong word, but...

Julio's the only one who can put this in order.

Besides, Bia will only accept if she can bring him.

I'll see you later.

I told Ivan that Julio's the only guy who can clean this mess.

Actually, she said "Julio, the Nutcase".

Oh, yeah. Julio, the Nutcase, sorry.

- I had to get back. - Now, Julio. How's your mother?

- She starts chemo on Thursday. - If you need time to adjust...

These cases have been here for years.

- No, I need to work. - Whoa!

How did you wind up in this dump?

I'm glad you're here.

Jesus...

We must be masochists, Julio.

We pound the pavement, until we're beat,

and we end up back to where we started.

Do you ever wonder why we do this?

- Endorphins? - I didn't mean jogging, Julio.

I know.

For me, endorphins come from eating well, traveling...

and from when we arrest one of those assholes.

For me, it's from working with you.

Hey come back here!

- Copy that. TR-01, do you copy? - Copy.

Let him stay put. I'm almost there!

Zero One copy, moving in.

BTR-02, affirmative.

BTR-02, is everything okay?

Chopper, where's the fucking block?

Right in front of you. Careful, suspect is armed.

Our story only exists because a truck

loaded with hearts of palm led us to a drug dealer

who laundered his money

with a guy who owned a gas station...

that Julio was investigating.

The gas station money launderer led us to another launderer,

who was a lover and an associate

of the Grand Dame of the Currency Exchange,

Nelma Kodama.

Nelma was also a lover and associate of Alberto Youssef...

the biggest black-market money man in Brazil.

I'll bring your present.

Youssef had been arrested once, but was released

because of a plea bargain,

in which he only snitched on his competitors.

If you need my help, we're friends.

I can give you all their names.

I overturn Alberto Youssef's sentence

on the condition that he never again

works as a black-market trader,

whether in the formal or informal market.

Gradually, people lost interest in the proceedings,

for their own lives started being affected.

This, in turn, made Operation Clean Hands investigators

lose all the public support.

Next class, I want an essay explaining how the laws

that were passed by the Italian Parliament

made it impossible for the Prosecutors to do their job.

Good day, everyone. Thank you.

What's so urgent you guys had to come here to talk to me?

We need a wiretap on Alberto Youssef.

Youssef? Why? Is he in breach of his agreement?

With his same old scam. He must think we're idiots.

Send me the case files. I'll analyze them.

Your Honor, it's clean cut. We have invoices, deposits...

Like I said, send me the files. I'll take a look at them

and say yes or no.

Thank you, Commissioners.

What should I call it?

I don't know, Bia.

He's linked to money laundering, owns a gas station...

We had no clue that we had started

the largest anti-corruption operation in Brazil's history.

CAR WASH

Among millions of blue folders, Julio, the Nutcase, discovered

a black market network with traffickers and smugglers.