DOM (Dom)

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This series is inspired by true events.

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Similarities between fictional characters and actual persons are coincidental.

TABAJARAS FAVELA - COPACABANA

-We kinda match. -What?

We match.

Is everything okay?

Hey, man!

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY

Emergency room, good evening.

Good evening.

I'd like to check if my son was admitted to the ER.

Can I give you his description?

He's 18, around 5'10'', with blond hair and blue eyes.

Shit!

I'd like to check if my son was admitted to the ER.

His name is Pedro Dantas.

How do you know he's not there?

You didn't even take the time to check!

I can't believe we're going through this again.

Dad, I talked to Elizete.

They saw Pedro going up to the Tabajaras favela.

He's in the favela?

We'll bring him back tomorrow morning.

-He might be dead by tomorrow. -For God's sake, Dad?

It's not his first time in a favela.

Are you out of your mind?

For God's sake, Dad!

Please, don't go there now, especially not with a gun.

-Please! -Laura, let me go.

-Don't do this, Dad! -Let me go!

Look at me, Dad! I'm here!

Enough! I have to go get him. He needs me.

-Fuck! Stop right there! -Stop now, damn it!

Hands up!

-I have to get through. -Calm down.

I don't want any trouble.

-I just want my son. -What's going on?

Show me your hands!

Victor Dantas, Civil Police.

I need to get in there and get my son.

Come on, man. Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Do you have kids?

Hey, is everything okay?

Pedro!

Pedro!

Pedro!

Is everything okay? Look at me.

Are you okay?

Pedro!

What the fuck was that?

Look, I'm a police officer.

-Put that gun down! -I'm not here to arrest anyone.

-I'm here for my son! -Put that gun down!

-I'll kill you! -All I want is my son!

Pedro!

-What? -Damn it, Pedro!

Your father's here! He's going nuts!

-You have to come with me right now! -What?

Come with me, man, or he's gonna die!

Your father's going crazy! He's asking for you!

My father?

-I'm gonna fucking kill you! -Put your gun down.

Can't you see the guy is a cop?

You wanna get us all fucked?

This place will be filled with pigs tomorrow.

-He started shooting and ruined the party! -Shut up!

Fuck him.

Hey, motherfucker, what the hell do you want?

I want my son! I just want Pedro!

Who the fuck is his son?

Bring me my son and I'll leave. I just want my son!

-Get out of here, motherfucker! -Hold on! Wait a minute.

He's my father. Chill out. I'll handle it.

-You're gonna handle this? -Yeah, put the gun down.

-I'll take care of this. -Then do it.

-It's all right. -What the fuck?

-What are you doing here, dad? -Come here!

-Go home, Dad. I'm fine! -I'm not leaving without you!

-I'm not leaving. -Come down here!

Fuck, Dad, please leave! Wait. Hold on, bro.

I'll handle it. Hold on! It's fine.

Sort this shit out right now, or I'll kill you both!

-Get him outta here. -I've got this. It's all right.

You crazy? What are you doing here? They'll kill you!

-I don't care. -What are you saying?

-Go home! I'm fine. -Get on the bike!

-I'm fine! -Get on the bike right now.

I'm not leaving, Dad!

-Fuck, Dad. I'm all right. -Get on the fucking bike.

I'm not leaving.

Damn it, Pedro. Get on!

What the fuck are you doing, Dad? Fuck!

A child can make you a hero with three little words,

"Love you, Dad."

They look at us as if we know it all.

We always try to do our best and choose the right side.

In theory it seems so simple,

but they're two sides of the same coin.

I've spent years fighting a secret war, a lost war.

This war has made its way into my home,

into my family and my blood.

I won't come look for you in a favela again, get it?

I never asked you to. I was just having fun!

Having fun? Look at you, you're falling into an abyss.

Is that what you want? To die?

-Leave me alone. -Look at what you're doing!

-You embarrassed me! -That's what you're worried about?

Look at you! Do you wanna die? That's what you're doing!

-Killing yourself and us... -Leave me alone!

If I wanna die, I will!

-Stop it! Cut the crap! -Fuck it!

Let me die alone!

-Come back here! -Shit!

I didn't ask you to come get me.

-This is my room! Get out! -I won't let you die!

-Cut the fucking crap! -Get out of my room!

-Get out! -I won't let you die!

That was embarrassing! You treated me like an animal!

-What? -Like I'm a child!

-No, like you're my son! -I'm not a fucking child!

I'm not an animal! I'm not sick!

I'm not!

You're not happy, so no one should be happy!

That's what it is!

Let me go! Damn it!

-Let me go! -Stop!

Let me go!

-Let me go! -It's okay.

Help me, Dad.

You're my son.

You're a part of me.

I'll never give up on you.

Ever.

Do you trust me, Pedro?

Look at me.

Do you trust me?

Give me your arm.

Give me your arm, son.

Dad.

I love you.

Pedro...

You're crazy, nuts!

-We went crazy looking for you. -I know.

I told you to call me.

-I'm here! -What were you gonna do?

-I'd have come to get you. -Really?

-How? -I would have found a way.

I always do. You know that.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm gonna sleep at Mom's.

You two should be alone.

Tell Mom everything's all right.

Don't tell her about this.

This is ridiculous.

Of all the truths that have defined my life,

none have remained whole and solid.

They've crumbled over the years, one after the other...

all in the name of a noble cause

that no longer makes any sense.

Today, I handcuffed my own son to his bed.

We've had opposite lives, my son and I.

I struggle to understand,

looking for an explanation for our differences.

Writing seems to be the only way to soothe my spirit.

I wonder if my story will help other people.

I wonder if the choices I made were worth it.

My name is Victor Dantas,

and my story starts here,

underwater, at Copacabana Beach.

Damn it, Victor. Are you kidding me?

-You're diving way too deep! -It's the adrenaline!

-Adrenaline, my ass! -The deeper, the better!

-Someday you might not surface. -You sound like my father.

Forget it.

There's something strange down there.

I'm gonna check it out.

-What's going on? -I saw a dead body down there!

-There's a fucking dead body! -Victor!

What the fuck!

What the hell is that?

Captain Magalhães.

He's military. Why did you touch it?

What did you want me to do? Leave the body there?

You crazy? They'll think we killed him!

But we didn't!

Do you have any idea of what's going on in Brazil?

Did you forget what those motherfuckers did to me?

-I just did the right thing. -There is no right thing.

-We're in a dictatorship! -I'd do the same for anyone.

You're on your own. I'm not doing this with you.

Good luck.

I was diving, training to get my license.

You found a damn body in the water in Copacabana?

Isn't that a crazy coincidence?

I don't believe in coincidences.

Captain Magalhães was our best diver. He'd never do that.