City of God Damn! The chicken is gone!|Get her, mister!
If the picture is good|I will work in a newspaper.
You are playing with your life|for a photograph?
Do you think that I am in the mood|to see the f*cking gang?
The chicken, bro!
The chicken I told you, asshole!
Get the chicken!
If Ze gets you,|you're dead.
He has to find me first.
Hey, kid! Get the chicken!
- The cops!|- Don't run!
but in the City of God,|if you run you're dead...
...if you stay,|you're dead again.
It has always been like that|since I was a kid.
IN THE 60's
- You are so useless.|- Fetch the ball.
Hey, kid! Give me the ball.
You are not giving it to me?
F*ck you.|What's your name?
My name is Rocket.
Do not give the ball|to the kid, he stinks.
This is Hairy.
The story of the City of God|starts with him.
TRIO MORTES STORY
Trio Mortes|the legends of the City of God!
With them, Kid and|Benny, Hairy's brother.
I did not have enough courage|to go with my brother.
Stop or I'll shoot,|f*cking asshole.
Quick, asshole.|Give me the money!
Who wants gas?
Oh! You wanna die for money|that is not yours?
Lots of money here!
Damn! The cops!
Quickly!|They are everywhere!
Then, I thought that|Trio Mortes...
was the toughest gang |in Rio.
But they were just amateurs.
Even my bro, Naive.
Give these to dad|but do not tell him it's from me.
Hairy, come and see what I've got!
We came to the City of God|to find paradise.
Lots of people were homeless|due to the floods...
and the fire|they set in the ghetto.
The big bosses, however,|didn't like the homeless.
Without electricity, without|roads, without buses.
The rich people...|They don't give a damn about us
I don't know.
It is better to be a|lifeguard than a fisherman.
I don't want to be a fisherman,|I will stink.
- Are you insulting your father?|- No.
- What do you want to become?
I sure don't want to be a gangster|or a cop.
I do not want to get killed.
Drop it, Kid.
Are you pointing a gun at me?
The kid is with me.
I am a gangster, too.
We have to hit a rich|house to get out of here.
No, you have to|follow my plan.
Look who's talking!
He is so stoned, he|doesn't know what he is talking about!
You are both not as|worthy as the kid.
What are you thinking, Kid?
The gun doesn't make you a robber.|You need ideas.
The kid had ideas.
Is this the Motel?
We get the money and leave.|No killings!
- Give it to me.|- Leave me alone!
Don't you give this|shit to me!
You're acting like a baby.
- Here's yours.|- Awesome!
Do not be hasty. You're staying here|as look-out.
If you see cops,|shoot that window.
Why doesn't he stay as the look-out?
This was my plan.|He is good for nothing!
Ok, you had the idea.|But you're just a kid!
Your turn is going to come.|Don't be so hasty.
This is a hold up, bitch.
You should be at school|or at work.
You do not look like robbers.
Shut up, bitch!
Are we going in?
- I did not order anything.|- It's on the house! Your money!
Take it easy. All I want is your money.
Hey, pal!|What is this mess?
Are you a church boy?
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