Dom (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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This series is loosely inspired
by true events.
Some elements were created
for storytelling purposes.
Similarities between fictional characters
and real persons are purely coincidental.
This is a series inspired by real events.
Some elements were created
for dramatization purposes.
Similarities between fictitious characters
and real persons is coincidental.
You're done, playboy. You're fucking done!
Fuck! Man, take it easy.
He's been my bro since we were kids.
What the fuck!
-Shut the fuck up!
-He just gets crazy when he's high!
Listen up, playboy. Here's the thing.
This time, it was just a scare tactic.
Get it?
Now get out of this favela.
Fucking beat it!
Open your eyes, Lico.
Fuck What's that
INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY
-Get down, Pedro. Get down!
-You're gonna die.
-Now, Pedro!
-You're gonna die.
-Get down, Pedro!
-Come on, Pedro. That's an order.
Hey, man. Tagging's illegal,
and you're gonna put your last name?
It's illegal, you fool.
What are you doing, Pedro? Stop!
-It's cool, man.
-Come on, Pedro.
You're nuts, man.
See? You hurt yourself.
It's nothing, Lalá.
Now what?
I know! Demented Pedro.
Come on, it would be cool.
-Prince Pedro.
-Prince?
-He looks more like a frog to me.
-'Cause you're so good-looking.
I got it! Dom Pedro.
That doesn't work. What about Pedro Dom?
Pedro Dom? Pedro Dom is cool.
Pedro Dom
Pedro Dom!
No, Pedro. Not again, Pedro!
Come back here!
-So fucking good.
-You're addicted to that shit.
I gotta go.
Come on, Lico. Let's hang out.
I can't. Mom is waiting for me.
I'll buy you another milkshake.
Sorry, man. My mom's been on my back.
-Later.
-Later.
Mom!
Mom?
Lalá?
My place is your place, you know?
Whatever you need, man.
You're using too much coke.
You're crossing the line.
You're going to get us both fucked.
Not the boss' girl, come on!
-Where does your boss operate?
-Mauricinho?
He's not a drug dealer.
He's into something else.
He looks like a douchebag.
This is the favela.
Your daddy's not gonna save you here.
Fuck, Lico.
My dad's laptop, man.
-Holy shit.
-Come on, Dom.
What's wrong? It's okay.
It's not fucking okay.
It's not fucking okay.
My dad is gonna kill me.
-Bro, it's okay.
-It's not okay.
-How will I get it back?
-You're hung over.
-How am I gonna face my dad?
-Dom, Dom.
Relax, man.
Go take a shower.
Get some rest. I'm gonna do that too.
I'm too stressed out to rest.
You can go. It's cool.
Thanks, bro.
Get some rest, man.
All right.
What's up, girl?
-What's that?
-What?
That fucking loser, Mauricinho.
Hey, calm down.
You need to wind down.
Let's go have a beer.
Now?
Yeah, now. Why not?
You won't sleep if you go home.
You'll just toss and turn, all alone.
You're better off having a beer with me.
-Just one.
-I don't feel like it.
Just one. It's on me.
That asshole is so full of himself.
He thinks he can do anything.
It's time for him to get screwed.
Let's not talk about that loser.
You deserve better.
You're better, are you?
I don't want no man.
I'm my own woman.
Did you know you have a great nose?
Beautiful.
Beautiful lips too.
Beautiful eyes. You're so pretty.
You're out of line, blond boy.
Aren't you afraid?
I'm not afraid of anything.
Tell me your name.
Jasmin.
-A princess name.
-I gotta go.
Are you crazy?
What if someone sees us?
-What's the matter?
-Do you wanna die?
Relax, princess.
Sit down. Let's have another one.
Forget about me, man.
It's Dom.
My name is Pedro Dom.
Hey!
You can tell that loser Mauricinho
that I'm not afraid of him.
Tell him I'm Pedro Dom. Dom.
Pedro!
Pedro!
Pedro!
Are you okay?
Easy.
It's okay.
I had that nightmare again, Laura.
Dad,
get that out of your head.
Fuck. Pedro is in the favela again.
We have to do something.
Dad,
what are you gonna do? Tell me.
You handcuffed Pedro in his room,
and that didn't work.
Look at yourself. Look at me.
Look at what our lives have become
because of Pedro's addiction.
Dad, you always told me
to do the right thing.
What you did to Elizete,
was that right?
What is right, Laura?
Dad, wait for him to ask for help.
Wait?
Wait for what? Wait for him to die?
He's my kid.
So am I.
Laura.
For fuck's sake.
Well, I'm gonna go live my life.
ARCANJO
YOU MISSED YOUR FLIGH
I couldn't make it. Personal issue.
-Don't take me off the case just for that.
-I'm not.
They've decided to bury it.
Come again?
Who decided?
Which general wants this covered up?
Weren't we going all the way this time?
This story would tarnish the Army's image.
Are you protecting those pieces of shit?
Tell me what's going on.
Are you in on this, Arcanjo?
Do you know what
you're talking about?
This operation is terminated.
-Arcanjo
-Dismissed.
Go, go, go!
Son of a bitch! Fuck!
Fuck off!
Go, up!
Too fucking high. What a shitty pass.
Shitty pass? You suck at soccer, playboy.
I suck? Let's settle this.
-Let's go.
-Fuck you!
Go fuck yourself!
You started playing soccer yesterday!
-Where's the sportsmanship?
-Fuck that! Fuck you, too!
What the hell was that about, bro?
-You wanna boss everyone around.
-I have to. They're all dumb.
Come on, bro. It's a pick-up game.
We're just playing around, bro.
-All fucking dumb.
-I know what you need. You wanna get high.
-You want some coke.
-I do, but I'm broke.
Here, man.
Come on, Lico.
You got any more?
Are you kidding me?
You're at my place, snorting my coke,
and ruined the game!
Fuck, you want my girl too?
I'm not your fucking dad.
I'm going for a swim. Fuck it.
Fuck!
-Hey, how are you doing?
-Hey, what's up?
-You want a smoke?
-Yeah, give me one.
Jessika with a "K"?
You live in the Tabajaras favela?
You know a lot of people there?
And the funk party? Go there often?
It's where I learned to dance.
People from the South Side
go there now, right?
Yeah, everyone.
A lot of playboys go there.
I think we're gonna get along,
Jessika with a "K."
I'll be back.
Wait. Where are you going?
We were just starting to have fun.
What?
Don't you like me?
Who could resist you?
I've fought the war on cocaine
my whole life.
When I accepted that mission,
I was exactly like my son is now.
Young, proud, and reckless.
Faster! They're gonna kill him!
Police! Police! Lower your gun.
Turn yourself in.
Stop! Police! Turn yourself in, now!
MEET ME.
IT'S URGENT! P.
You forgot this, handsome.
Did you have to get so close to the boats?
You could have died.
You're reckless.
-Good morning.
-Good morning.
-Did I wake you up?
-It was time to get up.
Listen, when I hear anything
about your son, I'll let you know, okay?
Okay.
Okay.
What the fuck are you doing here, kid?
Let's go for a swim.
A swim? Are you kidding me?
We'll go somewhere far. Nobody will know.
Let's go for a swim.
Your owner won't let you?
Is he here?
-Nobody owns me!
-So let's go.
Put your bikini on. Let's go to the beach.
-Excuse me.
-Let's go to the beach.
I'll wait for you down there.
Are you kidding me, kid?
A playboy is taking me out on a bus?
Don't be silly. Let's go, princess.
Let's go.
I'm not Mauricinho.
I know. That's why I'm here with you.
Oh, you're with me?
-Are you flirting with me?
-You're so full of yourself.
Aren't you riding the bus with me?
Didn't you accept my invitation?
Exhale that shit.
You're turning purple.
Exhale!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
Hey, isn't your dad a cop?
He was. He was discharged.
He screwed up, didn't he?
I don't know what happened.
He never told us.
Then he bought a woodshop
and started selling furniture.
Wow.
What about you?
What did you do
before I came into your life?
I ran away from home when I was 15.
All the way from São Gonçalo. You know?
My dad used to do two things really well.
Drink away his salary
and beat up my mom.
One day, she died from the beatings.
And I ran away.
Then I found myself.
I'm doing great now.
Except for this shit from Mauricinho.
You know how beautiful you are?
-Hold on, kid!
-What's wrong?
You think you're gonna fuck me here?
-And get sand in every hole?
-Let's go to a motel then.
-By bus?
-Who said anything about that?
Do you have a hairpin?
-Where you going?
-Be right back.
Wait for me here.
Let's go!
Fuck! Let's go!
ENTRANCE
Young guys are awesome!
There's just one thing, princess.
We have to leave without paying.
For fuck's sake.
It's okay. Today is on me.
Cool.
I'll take care of it. I'll get a job.
I'm thinking of joining
a drug gang in the favela.
What's so funny?
-A drug gang?
-No?
If you want,
we can spend every night in a motel,
but not by joining a drug gang.
Going around barefoot, shirtless
with a gun in your shorts.
What kind of future is that?
-What does your crew do?
-The right thing.
Easy stuff.
100% guaranteed.
-Tell me.
-Burglary.
Fuck.
I don't think that would work for me.
-I don't wanna go to jail.
-And you wanna deal drugs? Seriously?
If you're rich, you don't go to jail.
Only petty thieves go to jail.
Freedom can be bought, like anything else.
MAURICINHO
30 MISSED CALLS
-Fucking shit. Let's go.
-What's wrong?
They'd kill you.
He's even crazier than you.
What's up? A pack of Camels.
Two, please. Two.
Here.
Your call is being forwarded to
What are you doing here?
-Go. Leave.
-I miss you already.
-Don't you ever get tired?
-No.
-Go home. Go.
-Go?
-Go home.
-Just a quickie?
No, not today.
Jasmin!
-Fuck!
-Jasmin, fuck!
-What's the matter?
-Where the fuck were you?
-I've been looking for you for hours.
-Sorry. My battery died.
Mauricinho got in trouble at Help.
He's in jail.
He shouldn't have gone
to that fancy nightclub.
Wake up.
-Someone snitched on him.
-What are you saying, man?
Do I look like a snitch?
Not you.
But what about your playboy?
Some people saw him making fun
of him in the favela.
Come on, man.
The guy is crashing at my place.
How would he know he was at Help?
It makes no sense.
Listen up. Tell your pretty boy
that here in the favela,
rats get smoked.
Holy shit, man!
You gonna let me get smoked? Huh?
Beat it. Get out.
I'm not leaving now.
-Are you nuts? Don't you get it?
-What?
-Are you deaf?
-Call me pretty boy.
Call me pretty boy.
Go away.
-I'm not I'm going to Hurry.
-Go now!
It'll be quick.
I can see the favela from my window.
I watch, powerless, the favela lights,
where my son might be right now.
I know the favela quite well.
That's where most of my dreams died.
MILITARY HEADQUARTERS 1970
So? What's my next mission?
What? You think you're
the Brazilian James Bond now?
I'm serious.
You're not in the military,
not a cop. You have no training.
I can do more.
Okay.
I have an emergency.
The cocaine you saw in Bahia is
coming here now, to Rio's favelas.
It will be research work in a favela.
-In a favela?
-You're young.
Lots of young people buy drugs there.
People won't notice you.
I need a new face.
What will I be doing there?
Mapping the favela instead of the coast.
You saw the volume of drugs coming in.
Cocaine will kill a lot of people.
When do I start?
SANTA MARTA FAVELA
We have a window of opportunity.
We're watching a thug
who's getting out of prison.
He'll head to Santa Marta favela.
You'll have to infiltrate there
before he arrives.
You know the consequences
of getting caught.
Several men were exposed
and lost their lives.
You'll need a reason for being there.
Create a character that you believe in.
-Like an actor?
-An actor that can't mess up his lines.
I can protect you down here,
but you're on your own up there.
You may fool your dad at home,
but those guys can smell a lie.
I see a shadow following you, my son.
You'll be on your own.
There's a bad spirit haunting you.
Shall we do a spiritual cleansing?
Something's wrong.
You're not who you say you are.
-And it's gone!
-What the fuck?
Pedro Dom
-You'll give me a fucking heart attack.
-Well, don't be distracted.
Shit, Pedro, how do you expect him to be?
You stole his laptop.
Yeah, I screwed up big time,
I know, but
I'll fix it, I'll return his laptop.
Oh, really? What about my Walkman?
Come on. You sound like Dad now,
busting my balls. Come on, Lalá.
Come on. I'm here because I missed you.
I missed you too.
-I wanted to see how you're doing.
-I'm okay.
I met someone, you know?
Me too.
-You what?
-I'm dating someone.
-Does Dad know?
-Of course not.
-Okay.
-Come here.
When are you coming home?
I don't know if I'm coming home. I'm
I'm doing well, you know?
Taking care of myself.
I'm fine.
Lalá, don't worry about me.
I don't want you to worry about me.
Okay? I'm fine.
I'm happy. I want you to be happy too.
Hi! Good morning!
Have a good day of work, everyone.
Be careful with that.
Six officers were jailed.
Three were high-ranking officials.
They've decided to bury it.
NEWS PORTAL
COCAINE ON MILITARY AIRCRAF
SEARCH
MAJOR HAIA
GENERAL HELENO CRUZ AWARDS MAJOR HAIA.
Sons of bitches.
VICTOR: HI BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
I NEED HELP.
PALOMA: HI, CHICO. WHAT'S UP.
VICTOR: I NEED INFO ON GENERAL CRUZ.
HE MIGHT BE RESPONSIBLE
FOR A BIG SMUGGLING JOB.
PALOMA: OF COURSE, CHICO!
Now you look like the person you are.
And what am I?
A playboy from the South Zone.
Don't mess with me.
Blue eyes, hot
Oh, that's better.
But just a pretty face
won't cut it.
You better show the whole crew
who you really are.
You really think that's gonna work?
It's Armário we have to convince.
Lico is your friend.
And Viviane is fucking nuts.
What if Mauricinho comes back?
Mauricinho is in Bangu.
He's fucked. He'll rot in jail.
You said only petty thieves go to jail.
That fool is on magazine covers.
No amount of money will help this time.
Fate is smiling upon you.
Don't screw this up.
Grab this opportunity.
Dom.
We can't do it without Mauricinho.
Why not? Let's do it without him.
Man, I told you already.
Forget about Mauricinho.
He's not getting out anytime soon.
He's fucking locked up.
Forget about Mauricinho. Okay.
So, what's the plan?
Come on, I wanna know.
Yeah.
We have to think about that.
Girly-girl Vivi can't drive.
You two wouldn't get past the lobby.
We're fucked.
Pedro.
You're fucking him and now you want
to fuck with us? I don't trust him!
The shit is all ready to go.
The guy is travelling
and will be back in three days.
Mauricinho screwing things up
doesn't mean we're screwed too.
Anyone have a better idea?
Do you think this kid knows
how to rob someone?
Look at his pretty face.
No way.
Exactly.
Look at his pretty face.
Blond hair, blue eyes.
Any doorman would let him in.
-And he can pick any lock.
-I don't know.
I have a feeling that
this chickenshit
will chicken out.
Did I chicken out on you, man?
Calm down, man.
This kid's been my bro since we were kids.
He can drive and he's fearless.
That's what we need, man.
Are you in love with him, too?
-Come on, man.
-Shut up.
Do we have to split the cash with him too?
I'll do it for free.
Hello. You have a new message.
Hi, Dad. I tried to call you,
but it went to voice mail.
I saw Pedro. He's alive.
And he said he's gonna stay in the favela.
Dad, I think he was high on cocaine.
-He's not coming.
-Of course he is! You wanna walk?
There he is. Holy shit.
You nailed it.
You look really handsome.
Brother, holy shit, what a car.
-This is a spaceship!
-Well done, Dom.
Well done, my ass.
You'll draw attention.
Why a car this big? Are you crazy?
What size did you want, little man?
Let's go!
Let's go get some action!
Thanks, boss!
See? That pretty face
is better than any key.
Patrol car behind us.
-Pull over.
-This is fucked up.
What now, bro?
You go, favela girl. This is not my thing.
These condo guys are fucking ugly.
I know where the jewelry is hidden,
so you go. Go do your lost girl act.
-Hurry up!
-You like it, don't you? You do.
-Kiss with your eyes shut.
-Watch this.
Look, the hottie is coming over.
Hi.
You know what? I'm kind of lost.
Do you have a lighter?
I guess I shouldn't smoke it.
Relax, babe. I'm used to it.
This is it.
This house is awesome. Come in, bro.
What a house.
Fuck.
-The money is in the master suite.
-Let's go!
Holy shit. There's a piano here.
Jeez, I really need to pee.
Look the other way.
-What an ass.
-Wow.
Damn!
It feels so good to pee. We forget that.
Hey, man, this will look good on you.
That fucking dog won't stop barking!
The neighbors are gonna hear!
Relax, honey. Relax.
I'll go calm the beast down.
You guys could take me for a ride, right?
Can we go for a little ride around here?
Are you packing?
Yeah.
-Are you?
-We are.
This is what I'm talking about.
Not what you're thinking.
Easy. Here.
Here, look, doggie. Look at this.
Do you want some beef?
You want some beef?
Yeah? Easy.
You want it?
Easy. It's all yours.
It's all yours.
Shit!
Fuck!
-This is so hot!
-Fuck!
Relax. That shit goes off all the time.
It's usually just a dog.
Holy shit!
Get out! Out!
What the fuck is that?
Okay, that's enough! Get out of the car.
-So rude!
-Out of the car.
-Fuck you!
-Come on!
Get the fuck out of here!
Let's go!
Disgusting.
Shit, Osvaldo. That bitch was in on it.
Turn around!
Go! Go!
Go, Dom, go! Go! Go!
Hey! Stop!
Go! Go! Go!
Go!
-I fucking told you.
-They're behind us!
We're fucked!
Get back! Fuck!
You wanna fucking kill us?
-Where are they?
-Fucking shit!
Holy shit. We got away.
Military police, copy. Proceed.
Burglary in progress. We're in pursuit.
Silver BMW, licence plate
-What are you doing, Dom? Are you nuts?
-Just do as I say.
Get out. Vivi and Jasmin, come with me.
Good evening!
Take good care of it.
Chip and Dale,
take the bags upstairs.
-Shit! Let's go!
-Fuck, man.
-Go! Go, man!
-Let's go. Get in, man. Close the door.
Let's go!
We fucking nailed it!
Look at that cash!
What about the dog?
He was like a tiger, man!
This is a hell of a crew!
We're in this together.
Holy shit! You got rid of those guys.
You nailed it!
Nailed what? What are you celebrating?
We almost got caught, you shitheads.
-What?
-What the fuck, Dom? We're full of cash!
Hey, kid. We're the 157 crew!
What, you think you're Mauricinho now?
Fuck Mauricinho, man!
I'm not in this to go to jail.
-Relax, blondie. You just started.
-Don't call me blondie!
It's Pedro Dom.
Supervisão Criativa: Cristina Berio