City of God (Cidade de Deus) (Cidade de Deus)

CITY OF GOD

Fuck, the chicken's getting away! Go after that chicken, man!

Get that chicken!

If it's a good photo, I'll get a job at the paper.

- You think so, Rocket? - Got to take the risk.

You'd risk your life for a picture? Forget it!

You think I want to meet up with that motherfucking hood?

Get that chicken, bro!

Motherfucker! I told you to grab that chicken!

Out of my way!

Get that chicken!

If Li'l Zé catches you, he'll kill you.

Yeah, well, he's got to catch me first.

Hey, kid! Get that chicken!

Get that chicken!

Shit! The cops!

Don't fucking run off!

Give me that.

Hey, Melonhead! You fucking fag!

A picture could change my life, but

if you run away, they get you

and if you stay, they get you, too.

It's been that way ever since I was a kid.

You're useless, man!

- Go get the ball! - Fucking useless!

Hey, kid!

Give me the ball. I want to play.

You want to mess with me?

Fuck off.

What's your name?

Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself.

My name's Rocket.

Some advice, Rocket.

Don't let Li'l Dice touch that ball. He sucks.

You lose, pal.

That's Shaggy.

To tell the story of the City of God.

I have to start with him.

8,

9,10,11...

But in order to tell Shaggy's story,

I must tell the story of the Tender Trio.

Well, Shaggy? The gas truck's coming.

What are you fucking around for? You're not gonna chicken out.

The notorious Tender Trio was legendary in the City of God.

Shaggy,

Clipper,

and Goose.

Tagging along were always Li'l Dice and Benny,

Shaggy's brother.

I never had the courage to follow my brother, Goose.

Okay, let's go. Come on, Goose.

Let's go!

Stop this fucker.

Stop or I'll shoot, motherfucker!

Get out!

Hurry up, asshole! Give me the money!

Who wants gas?

More! You want to die for your boss's damn money?

Shitloads of money here!

You see, asshole?

Fuck! The cops!

Clear out! This place is crawling with cops!

- Shaggy! - The ball, Goose. It's yours!

Back then, I thought the guys in the Tender Trio

were the most dangerous hoods in Rio.

Here! Buy some new balls.

But they were just amateurs.

Even my brother, Goose.

Rocket, give this money to Dad.

But don't tell him it's from me.

Okay?

- Hey, Stringy! - Yeah?

Look how much I've got.

We came to the City of God

hoping to find paradise.

Many families were homeless

due to the flooding

and acts of arson in the slums.

- A street light! - We'll have electricity!

The bigwigs in government didn't joke around.

Homeless? Off to the City of God!

There was no electricity, paved streets or transportation.

But for the rich and powerful, our problems didn't matter.

We were too far removed

from the picture postcard image of Rio de Janeiro.

Do you think I can become a lifeguard one day?

I don't know.

Being a lifeguard is better than a fishmonger.

I don't want to sell fish. It stinks.

- Are you insulting your father? - No.

So what do you want to be?

I don't know.

Not a hood or a policeman.

Why not?

I'm scared of getting shot.

Put that thing away, kid.

Are you nuts? Pointing that gun at me?

Take it easy with the kid, Goose.

- Li'l Dice is with me. - Right. I'm a gangster too.

That gas truck didn't bring much.

So what? We rob gas trucks every day.

One today, another tomorrow.

No, we need to rob some rich guy's house.

That's the only way to get out of here.

Hell, no. What you need is to follow my plan.

That's it.

The little fart's getting too big for his britches!

He gets high and starts talking bullshit.

You two junkies

aren't worth half as much as that kid.

What you got in mind, Li'l Dice?

To be a real hood you need more than just a gun.

You need ideas.

And Li'l Dice had them.

- ls that the motel? - Yeah.

We go in, grab the money and get out. No killing, got that?

I need this.

- Don't touch my gun, kid. - Don't ever do that again.

- Don't point at me. - Fuck you.

Don't point your finger at me!

Stop acting like a baby!

Here's yours.

Awesome! Let's go!

- Not so fast! - What?

You stay here and keep watch.

If the cops come, shoot that window over there.

Why me? Let that dork do that.

Look.

I gave you this great plan for free, while the guy's absolutely useless!

- You just had the idea. - Exactly!

You're just a kid, remember?

You cover us, okay?

You'll get your turn. Stop trying to rush things.

You stay here.

This is a holdup, bitch.

You should be studying or working.

You don't even look like hoodlums.

Instead, you ought to be working or studying, boy.

Shut up! What a pain in the ass!

Okay, Clipper?

Shall we go in?

I didn't order anything.

It's on the house, sir. Hand over the money!

Keep calm. All I want is your cash.

- Don't point that. - Your wallet!

Hey, man.

What kind of whorehouse is this?

- You from the church? - Yes, brother.

Give it to me!

Slut!

You're flat and flabby!

Want to take her place?

What's going on?

The cops! Let's beat it!

Let's go!

Take that car. I'll go get Li'l Dice.

Jesus, what a car!

Something fucked up. Li'l Dice is gone.

The cops are shooting. Let's go!

Slow down! Hold on!

You said you knew how to drive.

I do, so cool it!

Turn! Watch out!

You fucking asshole!

Hey, I didn't do it on purpose.

No one saw anything.

So keep your mouth shut, understand?

Hold on, I twisted my ankle.

Clipper fucked up his ankle.

It fucking hurts.

Take him into the woods. I'll shoot to distract the cops.

- In God we trust. - In God we trust.

Pass me the telephone, Penguin.

Shorty is another notorious guy in the City of God.

But it's not yet time to tell his story.

It fucking hurts, Goose.

Shut up.

You sound like a damn sissy, man.

Come on!

Climb up!

No one saw anything?

How odd! A car crashes into a bar and no one saw a thing.

I suppose you didn't see anything either?

As usual,

no one saw, no one knows.

I'm telling you, nobody knows anything.

So what's up, Shorty?

They're hiding in the woods.

Hello, Melonhead.

I have this feeling that they're out in the woods.

The motherfuckers.

They're out in the woods.

Felipe, lock up the car. Rangel, come with me.

I can't see a thing. How the hell can they see?

Fucking jungle.

They stole a fortune at that motel.

I know.

What if we took the money?

Are you crazy?