City of God Page #4

I need a joint.

Snort coke.|It's great!

Siago, do you snort?|I prefer a good pot.

- I can find it for you if you want.|- Go find it, then.

If we talk about dope|we talk about coke!

Drugs!

- You're full of salt.|- F*** off.

You want to be a lifeguard|but you never go in.

I bet a beer I|am a better swimmer.

If you want I can find a joint|at Blackies.

I would do anything for her.

I would find pot, coke...

I would go to the big boys|to buy good stuff...

The boss was an ex-|classmate: Blackie.

- Who?|- It's Rocket!

How are things going?|The kids OK?

Do you want to buy|or smoke?

Who is it?

This was Blackie's hideout|But it hadn't always been.

F*** off, kid|Why are you marching in like that?

Is this your hideout?

THE STORY OF THE HIDEOU Donan Zel started to sell drugs|after becoming a widow...

to feed her children.

She often gave out dope|to the kids in exchange for special favours...

Her favourite was|Big Guy.

She was such an amateur|that even Big Guy was cheating on her.

Big Guy was using kids|as dealers.

- My pot?|- Stick it in your ass.

The best dealer...

was Redhead.

May I have a sip?

Big Guy trusted him...

and so he became a manager.

Twenty for us,|five for you, Blackie.

One day a friend of Redhead appeared.

Aristotle.

My wife was sick.

His family had helped|Redhead.

He would not refuse help|to a brother.

The dope. I want the money|by Friday.

You got me out of jail.

He is a friend, Big Guy.

Give him another week.

You either kill him or I'll kill you.

He had no choice.

- I told you on Friday.|- Don't do it, friend!

Redhead wanted to get|the Big Guy...

but he did not have to.|Big Guy died in jail.

Redhead took| Big Guy's belongings...

but not the hideout.|It was cursed.

He gave it to his trustee,|Blackie.

- Hundred and fifty bags.|- Not enough.

So he took over|the local dealing.

But not for long.

Who is it?

Go see.

F*** off, kid. Why are|you rushing into my hideout?

Who told you|it is yours?

And I am not 'kid'.|My name is Ze.

THE STORY OF LITTLE ZE

Ze had wanted to rule|the City of God...

since he was a kid.

They are having fun and I am not?

I want to go home!

What do you want? |Your friend took it all.

That night, Kid|satisfied his thirst for blood.

knowing that Hairy|would never forgive him.

To save himself|he left the City of God.

He worked all day for nickels.

Kid and Benny|really made it...

they had the gift of the killer.

- You have more.|- I had the idea.

The problem was to handle|an older gangster.

like my brother Naive.

Dammit! I though you died in the motel.|You have lots of money!

It is our money, Benny.

Benny, tell Hairy that|Shortie is getting difficult.

I'm leaving the ghetto.

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