The Red Light Bandit (1968) - full transcript
The story a famous Brazilian criminal, called The Red Light Bandit because he always used a red flashlight to break in the houses during the night. Working alone, he also used to rape his female victims.
A GENIUS OR A BEAST?
Who am I?
State of siege
in the country.
- The police force...
- Reinforces security...
- Any similarity with...
- Real...
or unreal events,
real or fictional characters...
- dead or imaginary...
- is a coincidence.
"THE RED LIGHT BANDIT"
It's a western about...
the third world.
I know I failed.
My mother tried an abortion
so that I wouldn't starve.
I was born like this and who
wears shoes won't survive.
I was used by the Black Hand
criminals cause I didn't know.
All I needed was terror.
I thought I was in
but I was way out of line.
I'm suitable for
the electric chair.
I never did well.
I didn't like the criminals.
I know I failed.
I had to make a mess out of it,
just to see the outcome.
It was the only thing to do.
I left 15 years ago.
From the slums I ran the world
with a nail on my foot.
A few years later...
I'm one of the Red Light bandits.
I wish I were great.
If you don't kill,
it's no use.
No one knows how many
assaults, robbery...
incendiary fires and indecent assaults
he has already committed.
26 years old, 26 deaths...
he's been convicted to 167 years,
8 months, 2 days in prison...
besides a 10 cruzeiros fine.
I'm 26 years old, I survive with
thefts and money from friends.
I can say for certain:
I'm a jerk.
But if he stands another trial
it can add to 480 years.
The only way to get away with it
is by proving he's insane.
- Arlete Teixeira...
- 23 years.
Ex-housewife, ex-midwife...
Ex-candidate
to the Law school.
A popular girl in
the neighborhood.
The mayor and his new ideas
of improving the town...
will put an end to
the red light district.
I almost ran over an old
lady, the other day.
She was the type who crosses
the street when she shouldn't.
It's different to me, if they wanna
live, they got to stay clear.
I run over them.
They're all crooks.
The girl from my
neighborhood left, boss.
- You know her?
- Cynthia, the Flying Jap girl.
A junkie.
That's the way these
guys are.
Stuff her with drugs
and then they scram.
Funny. It all ends up
on my hand.
As if Light wasn't enough.
I told you: It's jail alright.
No use begging.
I wanna know one thing:
Who threw the girl
from up there?
This one is
a nice guy, boss.
Mister... how about
a cigarette?
Beat it, man.
Lack of socialism.
That's why Brazil won't evolve.
Papers.
Let's see some papers.
Come on.
Boss...
this one here.
Fake documents, you bum.
Let's go.
The third world will blow!
Those who wear shoes
can't survive.
Arrest me! Brazil's solution
is termination!
Complete termination!
I'm a poet, I see!
The third world is gonna blow!
Arrest this jerk!
It's the empire of drugs,
riots and gangsters...
- Of mass prostitution...
- Of traffic of the underage...
Of industrialized crime
and automotive trade.
A city within the city.
- A district full of hunger...
- And guilt.
- A boca do lixo...
- The most complete...
- Of all the criminal districts.
- The third world will blow!
Who wears shoes
won't survive.
They can't survive.
Gangsters are all around.
- In politics!
- The government!
- Families!
- Soccer!
The Press! Pool tables!
- Elections.
- In nightlife.
Attempted assassinations
of the president.
- In peace.
- In war.
Monasteries and prisons.
The guilty one might not be
the public enemy number one.
- The criminal...
- District.
- Light!
Heavy!
- Dirty!
- Grass!
The endless trash,
ladies and gentlemen.
He may strike any moment...
day or night.
The masked bandit won't
respect women...
- nor any private...
- Property.
I wasn't sure of anything.
Thanks God I never was.
My story begins in Asunci?n,
Paraguay, goes on in Brazil.
It's very similar to Mandrake's stories
and popular Brazilian movies.
I'm not left-handed and
I dislike my profession.
My weak point is
Italian sausage.
Wake up, mister!
Jewelry and dough.
Any tricks and I shoot.
- The safe combination?
- I can't remember.
You'd better remember.
Wanna take a bullet
in your head?
Can't you leave the necklace for
my daughter's birthday, Mr. Light?
Take it and don't complain.
I'm going to America
but you shut your mouth.
Bring me the omelet,
very spiced.
Tasty, ma'am.
Candy?
Blue suits you well.
I always liked a
well dressed woman.
You're talking
to the national...
champion gunman.
I'm penniless but
I've got my reputation.
How come this man can
order us around like this?
You do anything...
and I finish you,
her, everyone.
The five of you.
Life means nothing to me.
Now, I'm having your wife.
You shut up.
Let's go!
Shoot to kill,
it's my responsibility.
- The back door.
- What are your waiting for?
Let's go.
Let's go.
He stirred up crime
in Brazil!
Don't look for fingerprints.
He's a smart ass.
Within 48 hours the man
shall be in jail...
Assures Detective Sade...
"Big Head", for his friends.
The 17th victim of the bandit
cannot make a statement...
cause she's still in shock.
After all, she's also
a human being.
Jewelry amounting
to 8 million...
- Were insured...
- for only 750.
Modern art.
Like I always say:
A thing for degenerates.
Trash.
Yeah, but that painting only
was worth 5 million.
That's right.
The worst it is,
the more expensive.
I'd gather everything together
and set fire to it.
I can stand anything but this bunch
of intelectual leeches.
That's not all, ladies
and gentlemen.
Before stealing and insulting
the unfortunate family...
the pervert forced
the taxi driver...
to the red light district...
assaulting him.
The driver may survive, but...
With one eye.
Attention!
News from the
Continental Patrol.
Legitimate sources inform that
the impossible has happened,
A homeless decided to take the
wallet from another homeless.
However, both were penniless.
The police continues its chase
for the Red Light Bandit...
who now plays games.
But according to our sources,
within 48 hours...
CITY COPS:
IF I MEET YOU
ON MY WAY...
I'LL PUT BULLETS
IN YOUR HEADS.
He's blood thirsty.
He's abusive!
He's a barbarian.
"Light", for his friends.
Murderer, twice champion
of table soccer.
The great grandson
of Chico, the Devil...
the Brazilian who killed President
Solano Lopez, on the Paraguay war.
- Descendant of aztecs...
- And tapuias.
A wild man from the XVI century thrown
in the middle of a concrete jungle.
A Brazilian on the last phase
of capitalism.
A real...
Crook!
- An opportunist...
- Chased by the police.
- A lousy dancer!
- Ex-sexual tourist!
As a solution...
to the transatlantic mess.
THE BEST WOMEN
IN TO WN...
PROMISED
THE POT SMOKER CRIMINAL.
MARTIN BORMAN,
HITLER'S HEIR...
MAY NOT BE A REFUGEE
IN PARAGU AY.
HE MAY BE SPREADING FALSE
DOLLARS IN GU ARUJ?, S ?O PAULO.
No one knows
the true nationality...
nor the identity of this young
under developed criminal.
- Paraguayan?
- Brazilian?
- Cuban?
- Mexican?
He didn't break
in any mansions...
last night,
although he said he would.
The police has
no reports on it.
Inspector Big Head believes he's
in jail with no identification...
since there are more than
15 suspects arrested...
and two of them
already confessed.
The authorities are
asking one thing...
For God's sake,
don't make him a hero...
especially the TV and radio...
that say he's a good thief,
a gentleman...
who's robbing from the rich
to give to the poor children...
To whom he'd be buying
candy and ice cream...
- Sweets.
- This is a lie.
- He's a dull...
- Bully thief...
- A liar possessing...
- An endless list of bad words.
THANK YOU
Take a look at her back and
you'll see my red sign.
Could there be two bandits?
Many cops thought of that.
They believed there was
a sexual maniac...
who had already assaulted
five girls.
On the other hand, he could
be a simple low life criminal.
Quiet!
Who was the legendary...
and most famous
bandit of our times?
An amazing maniac?
A mere clown or was he an
insane man looking for the truth?
Or was truth unreal?
A magician, an outlaw.
A low life impressed by
his media success?
A poor devil from Freud's
theories or from the slums?
Those who wear shoes
won't survive.
Mr. Schmidt, owner of
the cosmetics trust...
and the empire of
plastic combs...
accused a kid that
stole a set of wrenches...
from his factory.
Unfortunately, he wasn't aware
that the kid...
was a godson of
the Red Light Bandit.
Who wears shoes
won't survive.
With no mercy...
he avenged his godson by killing
the wife and kids of Mr. Schmidt...
who couldn't live without
his family.
Mr. Schmidt couldn't live without
his wife and children.
His industries faced a crisis...
Causing a surge of panic...
in the empire
of plastic combs...
creating a seesaw situation
at the stock market.
Who am I?
Our things, 52, first.
- It's the bankrupt...
- It's the crisis.
The instability
of the parallel market.
- Of the stock market operations...
- In a giant rationalization of work.
- Mr. Schmidt...
- A real leader...
once the only manufacturer
and line distributor...
Los Angeles.
He can only be a barbarian.
Not even science presents
those cruelty features.
Not even our country
guerillas.
As we were saying...
we're for the death sentence,
in favor of society...
Because the great family
from S?o Paulo...
knows that little or even nothing
they can offer...
to the unfortunate victims.
The violent death is
a human factor.
"Thou shalt not kill",
says the bible.
Cain was the first one.
He was the first and
he won't be the last.
Since then, the human being
has not improved at all.
They're the same.
Ana Triks, a 69 year old
widower from Philadelphia...
died yesterday of
a heart attack...
According to experts...
was that man a...
- Genius...
- Or a beast?
Who am I?
- Smuggling.
- Politics.
- Nudism.
- Crime. Poetry and party.
Sex. Action.
In the abnormal film
forbidden until 21 years old!
In this country, you've gotta be
tough to be strong.
It was like this in that
Italian western, "Gringo".
The guy would beat women,
he'd kill everybody.
And the audience loved it.
Then I realized I should
be a tough one.
So? Got many women
last night?
- We were drinking.
- It was no use.
Here's the dough. 2 million!
Give me one million and
I explode all these cars.
Then I go to Acapulco, Mexico
and I take you along.
That's a promise!
- I pay.
- Man, 20 years in prison...
Watchmen must die.
They earn peanuts to guard
gold. They must die.
- Don't scream.
- How come you're in here?
Thieves don't ask permission
to break in.
- I'm nervous. I need some coffee.
- Don't scream.
- I don't talk to strangers.
- I said don't scream, stupid!
- You're the stupid here.
- Shut up, trash!
It's easy for me to kill.
Where's the dough?
My uncle is traveling,
I don't know.
If you don't kill,
it's no use.
Next week, he's going to the
States, for a medical treatment.
TB, naturally.
I'm acquainted with
the masked bandit.
Brazil, the 60's.
The mysterious...
Wife of Geronimo,
king of the outback...
On a long distance call.
He was raised in a rich family.
He's very intelligent,
he's an accountant.
He looks like a lawyer.
Sometimes, he wants to kill
everybody on the streets.
I think stealing is his thrust.
He gets desperate to strike.
He can't see happy people.
When he's back and if there are
any jewels left...
he's giving them away to
the poor and the Church.
He's a very religious man.
They found out.
A tinsmith, from S?o Paulo.
32 years old, married,
two children.
The police is on to him,
but he's vanished!
This is it.
One thing pisses me off.
You assault, kill, and
nothing ever happens.
How come, Big Head?
Maybe tonight the bandit
will set fire to your home.
The thief knows all kinds
of woman.
Ivonete, nice, no bad habits,
exercises free love.
Malu, an intellectual,
graduated...
she loved proms and
talking about Cinema Novo.
Janete Jane, a woman of
the world, a chewer.
She's always chewing
chewing gum.
Salom?, stewardess, 22 years,
a serious girl.
A catholic, educated.
Odete, a calm girl,
marimba player.
Shirley, the mysterious type.
Clotilde, from the pampas.
Kind, honest,
a bit boring.
It's him!
The Red Light Bandit.
Marlucia, a lone girl, a poet.
I forgot her name.
A third class tramp.
A dentist, accountant assistant
when she's free.
Taxi!
If daddy knows,
he'll beat you to death.
Wait, honey!
I never thought.
You're a crook!
Can you go a little faster?
I have to do my hair,
for a hippie party tonight.
I just bought this cream.
Wonderful!
They didn't belong
to this world...
But to the third world.
Although it harms my skin.
It gets all crackled.
My passion fruit pudding
is wonderful!
You stir some jelly...
until it gets creamy.
What about coconut milk?
Coconut milk?
Lots of coconut milk!
Five minutes of Coconut milk.
To improve its taste...
add some rum drops.
Merelique.
You know it?
I'll only change if
there is a cataclysm.
The Amazon region
belongs to Brazil.
There's hunger in the Northeast,
the oil is ours!
And the Amazon, this green
and mighty giant...
when will it awake?
I'm in the mood for
a Britannica.
With this outfit I can sign
millions of checks in B. Horizonte.
They say you die if you drink
oil-paint, but I didn't.
I already tried to kill myself
four times.
The first time I was
12 years old.
I tried to drown
in the washtub.
I tried to kill myself with
oil-paint, but I couldn't.
Arriving from Madrid,
Professor J.B. Da Silva...
candidate of the criminal
district for the presidency.
A sensational story
by Chico La?o...
the crying poet,
your reporter.
I'll put an end to wars
and revolutions.
How nice!
Because my motto is:
The oil is ours!
How nice!
Thanks for coming,
I'm so happy!
Very good. Thank you.
Why are you here?
I came from Spain to learn
about this criminal.
I'm offering a new car in
exchange of his name.
Do you have any leads about Light?
I know everything, but I'll only
talk to Big Head.
And two judges, at least.
What about Gonzales,
your old political enemy...
who was found shot to death.
What's the outcome?
This isn't important.
I was acquitted!
What were you doing
in Spain?
I was visiting my friend,
the former President Per?n...
who's coming to Brazil
for a visit to my family...
and to inaugurate a branch
of the Latin bank.
Have you read Fernandes
article?
They call me a gunman
but I'm not a thief!
You hear me?
I'm not a thief!
Brazil is living
days of agitation.
Men are shot to death
at their own doorsteps.
How about a beer to celebrate
you son's first communion?
- It's the elder one?
- We're on duty.
And it's my daughter.
Do you believe we're grabbing
the guy right here?
I don't think he's insane.
For me, he's mocking us
all the time.
It's tough.
One of these days,
you'll see...
my heart will stop.
The doctor told me
to quit smoking.
It's not that easy.
I tell you, the only
serious thing in life...
is your heart.
The rest is bullshit.
You smoke a strong one.
- I tried American brands.
- They cause cancer.
They're all the same. The American
brands cause cancer, the national kills.
The same.
Let's go.
What concerns me
is the precinct.
If I'm gone, what
will they do?
It takes time to get
to know everything.
I'm here, boss.
You too?
You're a motherfucker.
I said nothing, boss.
Give me a cigarette.
- Another one?
- Forget it. Let's go.
- Janete Jane...
- The indecorous girl.
For a long time I was
out of the streets.
They said I was
on a spiritual trip...
at the Andes mountains.
I was in Belo Horizonte,
for the birth of my nephew.
My name is Janete Jane.
Hi, there Jorginho.
When you're leaving
to Greece?
I've given up, I won't go anymore.
- You OK?
- Fine, thanks God.
God my ass!
There is no God.
- You sold your farm?
- My taxis, too.
I never liked living
with my parents.
I'd rather live alone,
selling books door-to-door.
Special gift of the house, for you.
With my autograph.
Right, you're loaded.
Life is not easy.
It's easy for a Rockefeller.
Frank Sinatra was right.
Nothing good at the beach.
I ate some snacks. I had a good
lunch, with no fear of death.
Red Light.
What is your game?
- There's no game.
- What do you expect from life?
Nothing. I used to wish
I were great.
What for?
Beats me.
I wanted to be famous,
for good or bad.
Now I know I'm a poor bastard,
I'm nothing.
It's five already?
A quarter to.
Of course I'm destroying myself.
Alone you can't do anything.
I wanted to be powerful.
When you can't do anything,
You mock.
You mock and screw it up.
I should have seen
my horoscope...
so I wouldn't be
hearing this crap.
The demolisher is no use.
Without a bullet in the head,
it's hard.
You can't do nothing,
you mock.
Mock and screw it up.
It can't be a flat tire.
It's the third this week.
I've a stomach ache.
Must be that cheap whiskey.
It's always like that.
But this is gonna end!
Of course it will.
Jane!
I almost got killed
in Acapulco.
I spent more than 6 months
in Argentina, I starved...
I worked for free
at a circus in Mato Grosso.
I raised hell.
Always like that.
Everywhere I go it's the same.
Rebellion meant terror
to me, but not anymore.
The third war has began
and nobody cares.
I'm gonna burst!
So what?
So what?
What is it that you want?
I know I'm a loser, Jane.
My mother wanted to abort me.
I learned that last week.
That's why I was born
like this.
Excuse me...
if what I'm saying is not true,
but a simple lie.
I tried to kill myself.
It's true. I swallowed water
to end it once and for all.
As a solution to
the transatlantic mess.
- It's the bomb...
- And hunger...
In the XX century...
The bomb...
- And hunger...
they separate the third world
from the rest of the Earth.
Who am I?
Minister, how many shots?
Not minister. Secretary.
Some 5 thousand, but only
37 hit me.
My body is protected by
my saints...
Cosme and Dami?o.
And your program?
I am the program.
Someone had to come forward,
a mystic man like me...
to shed hope to
this people.
I'll open up prisons...
I'll build the home
for the single father...
I'll create Christmas
for naughty children...
and the poor will be able
to chew.
Chewing gum to the poor, so
that they'll chew night and day.
And the peasant,
this forgotten being...
will be receiving
electrical picks...
and there's more:
I'll build...
the home for
the broke millionaire!
Young man, if the
elections are tampered...
I'll settle the matter
with my gun.
A question from a viewer.
How come you are
so lucky?
It's the Providence.
My guardian angel
has always guided me...
and I'm also confident
of my ability.
Cause I can hit a cigarette
20 meters away.
If I use my 32 revolver, of course.
- It's your favorite?
- Yes, since I was young.
Ever thought of being
a diplomat?
Not a diplomat, nor Portuguese
teacher or architect.
What do you think of
bullet proof vests?
I wear one for 30 years
already.
They say the minister is
an expert guitar and piano player.
Camera one... now!
Go!
A new Mozart...
writing waltzes, chorinhos...
this kind of thing.
- Ever killed someone?
- No! God kills.
- What about the bombs?
- Bullshit.
- Is there a terrorist scheme?
- Don't make me laugh.
What about the names?
Six low life headed
by Light.
The real atomic bomb
of the moment...
I'm going to throw at
the launching of my campaign...
at the Epop?ia Club.
I'll say everything there.
But it was said...
that you're not able
to run the state...
let alone the country.
Son, you don't know me.
I can destroy a lot
of people, if I want.
Cut!
Dear viewer...
we've just presented another
edition of "The leader's voice".
- Turn that off!
- I gave you the money.
Give me money
for the doctor.
Otherwise, I'm leaving
right now.
Give me money for the doctor.
Without the money
for the abortion...
I'm leaving.
You wanted me,
now face the consequences.
- Lucho Gatica, a.k. A...
- Mexican...
J.B. Da Silva thug...
- pot dealer, pool player and...
- Pimp...
Made a lot today?
- How much do I owe you baby?
- 3.500,00.
All right.
- My dough, bitch!
- I do as I please!
A pimp! Think I'm a fool?
I don't take orders!
Grab your stuff. I don't want
to see you ever more.
Desperate for not having got
what she wanted...
- more money, she tries and steal...
- Jorginho.
And she finds out
his real identity.
The Red Light bandit,
the popular mask man.
Seven different names:
Including Ari Galante, an industry owner.
Jorge Vargas,
a bookseller.
Ceres Prado,
a farmer in Rio Grande.
- Ex-waiter in Campo Grande...
- Ex-broker...
ex-salesman of nail cutter
in S?o Paulo...
- ex-third class theater doorman...
- ex-bank employee in Acre.
The masked bandit is a relative
of Mineirinho...
and godson of
Bishop Helder Camara.
You checked the back?
- All clear.
- OK, go to the other side.
After the sixth terrorist attack
in 24 hours...
Brazil faces the criminal fury
of mysterious rebels...
who throw bombs at factories,
bars, buildings...
before the public is able to
forget the strange objects...
that fly all over the country.
24 hours later...
- J.B.
- Goes...
to Epop?ia Club...
saying serious accusations...
at the launching of
his candidate campaign.
Vote Prof. J.B. Da Silva...
Our candidate, the candidate
of the red light district.
They say because they can't
say otherwise.
They know me! You know that!
Our history is right here.
Here, page 34, act 86,
of 1920. Here!
They don't understand.
This is what they want.
I know what I say, I know
what I can do.
Here is the evidence, friends!
They want it, not me!
Not for that! Not at all!
I won't accept any
investigation.
I won't accept this!
You don't know me! You don't!
It doesn't matter, I want to know...
INSPECTOR, THE RED LIGHT
BANDIT IS HERE
We don't want another Vietnam
in Brazil. No, sir.
They want to implement
the third sex in Brazil.
The police admits new attacks
can occur from now on...
Booze.
And intensifies the repression,
conducting hundreds of arrests.
The terrorism is loose!
The bomb that exploded
in Estado Avenue...
has not hit the house
of Inspector Big Head.
It exploded against
the wall.
Debris are spread all over
the area.
Attention! Beware!
You can be one of the citizens to
be shot in front of your home...
in your car, right on
a downtown street.
I had one more bomb to go.
A larger one,
to overcome all others.
I thought I was great...
but I was way out of line.
I was an idiot.
- Meanwhile...
- At the blue house...
I always suspected J.B. As
the leader of the Black Hand.
The papers say I'm
the big shot, a genius...
a poet with a gift from God.
Sharing the intimacy
of the Black hand gang...
And the new gunman.
You say you fear me.
I'm talking to you,
thieves of Brazil.
Well, I'm afraid...
of the first guy to come,
aim at me and hit me good.
Who owns something, good.
Who doesn't, won't.
I was a sucker in the hands
of the Black Hand.
They used me for
political ends.
The rebel forces call
for volunteers for...
A total rebellion.
They accept the responsibility
for the terrorism...
to avenge the assassination
of Miss Home Queen...
by the renowned organization,
the Black Hand.
- More terror in Guanabara!
- Men and women...
- Papers.
- Show us your papers, bum.
The authorities deny
the idea...
that this might be caused
by international invaders...
but they say that apparently,
it begins terrorism in Brazil.
The terror has been established
and no one knows what can happen.
Everything is possible!
Who's the prince?
That afternoon, the police took
Lucho Gatica and Tata...
former members of the secret
police of President...
- Per?n...
- and thugs of...
J.B. Da Silva, the great.
Face the wall! Go!
You too! The wall!
Take off your coat.
I found a gun here.
You won't escape.
Help me hold this guy.
Several members of the
Black Hand were arrested...
Except Light.
After the arrest
of J.B. Assistants...
Light was prepared for
any informer within the gang.
I have only a few questions.
Anything for the paper.
Give me a break!
Go back and tell them it's
against our rules.
- You got it?
- What about the German?
I don't even know this guy.
You might get involved
if you don't talk.
If this guy shows up here,
send him away.
If you let him in,
you'll get it.
Hello, professor.
You already know?
Yeah, the cops.
Lucho and Tata were selling
false dollars...
then I told the press,
just to clear things out...
I told them this:
Both are suspects in
the case of the masked bandit.
Haven't I said not to disturb me
while I'm at my massage?
Leave it to me.
Look, honey. Light is yours
and mine, understand?
Talk to the press,
to Big Head...
The house of the man who became
a symbol of the political mob...
could be a prison, a torture
chamber or a fortress.
Located on the district,
the legendary blue house...
had never been penetrated
by the authorities.
"Only God and my friends are
allowed to my house", said J.B.
"The rest won't pass."
3,200 square meters, with
its own electrical power...
full of complex secret
equipment...
such as trap door, secret exits,
mirrors and cameras.
This is the true story
of the man...
who drank a bottle of foreign
scotch every day...
- the inventor of the trick...
- To win the lottery...
and the magical guitar
method by mail.
The man who introduced
bad words in politics...
- the chief...
- The king...
of the law of a huge empire...
- The red light district...
- where there are...
not inhabitants,
only survivors.
49 years ago, on the day
of my first communion...
I promised I'd be president
to end the people's misery.
A congressman, at least.
But he was elected
only in 1934...
because he betrayed S?o Paulo
in the Rebellion of 1932...
And he always surrounded...
- his life with... mystery.
- What do you think of poverty?
What poverty?
A country without poverty
has not folklore.
And without folklore, what
do we have for tourists?
Voodoo was his religion.
- He boasted he spent...
- Monthly...
over 5 million...
with hospitals and charity.
J.B. Da Silva tries to evade
seven law suits...
including one for arson...
and another for smuggling
over half a million cans...
of rotten sardine.
Light's hideout discovered!
Janete Jane,
Light's ex-lover.
She informed the police.
I need a nice corpse.
Let's quit stalling!
I need a homicide
for the first page.
- Talk.
- J.B. And the German...
were selling dollars in Curitiba.
If J.B. Won't give a clue
on Light...
tomorrow his crimes will
be on the headlines.
Tell them I said that.
Font 14, bold letters.
Got it?
Your gambling house is broke?
Put an end to gambling in
Brazil? You are na?ve.
The German was arrested
because of the money.
Don't bother me!
I have one of the best lawyers
of the country for you.
- The very best.
- Please, I did my best.
No, you're good.
Splendid!
- Together we're strong.
- Are you a maid, dear?
Yes, sir.
- What about you?
- Construction, minister.
Not minister. Secretary.
Secretary.
I have a question.
They said that the German...
distributed over 100 thousand
false dollars. Is it true?
This is childish. Bullshit!
And what if he's Borman,
minister?
Don't call me "minister".
In case your secretary
were really Martin Borman...
would you give him in
to the police?
A war criminal is equal
to any other criminal.
Attention, ladies and gentlemen.
The strange objects
shaped as balls...
continue to focus the attention
of the country, flying over...
I know the German for 40 years.
He taught me to swim,
to ride a bike.
No, not him.
Not the German.
Do you believe in the amnesty,
minister?
Don't call me minister!
The hell with that!
I still believe
in justice and humanity.
Justice is always there, like Holy
Mary and the animals.
What could poor people
and me expect in this life?
I never made myself
the big bucks!
I'm nobody.
My dream is to be forgotten
by all of you.
I don't want to be a candidate,
they do.
Look. The people want me.
The people. Look!
It's the people.
Sing and send away
your sadness.
Whiskey for everybody.
The king is paying.
MY LAST BOMB
Indeed, I'm the greatest.
The big shot.
- What?
- The greatest.
Calm down, German.
War is war.
Who would foresee the
German as a war criminal?
- A former man...
- Of the Third Reich.
Could he be the
real guilty party...
the real forger of the
250 thousand dollars...
sold in S?o Paulo
and Rio?
Hooray to poverty!
My real dream is to establish the
United States of Latin America.
Could he be, as suspected,
Martin Borman...
responsible for the termination
of half a million souls?
Hitler's right hand?
Lose in Latin America?
The king of the district
was screwed up!
He was killed by a bomb
in his car.
May I turn into
a sick dog...
if I don't call out
one of the demons...
to have the soul of the
bastard rotting in hell.
Now he'll pay me.
Damn you!
I was the only one left.
Nice.
Now I think
everything will be over.
Do I call them?
I don't know if it's worth.
Eight million?
If you're sure,
then I call.
It's for my children, who are hungry
and being disgraced in the school.
Let's go!
Over there.
- Here, boss.
- That way.
Freeze!
Nothing.
- You checked that side?
- Yes, sir.
He's not easy.
Give me a cigarette.
- Again? And your heart?
- Forget it. There's transplant.
A man was blinded by
a light from space.
At the district, something
was seen on the sky.
I'm tired, but here comes
another one.
One thing I was deadly
sure of.
There is no god.
This is gonna blow. Who's
wearing shoes won't survive.
I had to leave all
that mess, that hell...
that won't change not even
the color of your tie.
The rehearsal
for my death wasn't like that.
13 THOUS AND MARINES...
INVADE BAHIA...
The wire!
No...
it's the wrong guy.
They will laugh at us.
Here we are, wasting
time with a low life.
Look down at this poor face!
I'm gonna have to
change this crown, look...
Watch out boss!
Mamy.
While the bandit...
Light, for his friends...
- ended his career of...
- crimes...
- death and...
- destruction...
- with a short circuit at the...
- slums...
they came from the east...
That afternoon,
the mysterious objects...
the same unidentified
flying objects...
with a strange noise
and a strong red light...
- causing the postponement of a...
- marriage...
- in Los Angeles...
- a transplant...
- in Acapulco...
- and a rally...
in Porto Alegre.
Five lights come from Antarctic.
No one knows
of their intentions.
A sensational story
at Continental...
- mine...
- yours...
- our station.
- The barbarians invasion.
Within 10 seconds they
may reach Brasilia.
A terrible red light
is on everything.
The third world will blow. Who's
wearing shoes won't survive.
Nobody knows what
is going to happen.
The streets are invaded
by the people.
The police is trying to avoid...
The worst.
Only a miracle,
ladies and gentlemen...
Only a miracle
can save us from...
- total...
- termination!
The conspirator is
the dreamer of the absolute!
An unknown face
in the crowd.
It's enough to disturb...
powerful men
all over the world.
Conclusion:
Alone, you ain't worth...
Anything.
So what?
Who am I?
State of siege
in the country.
- The police force...
- Reinforces security...
- Any similarity with...
- Real...
or unreal events,
real or fictional characters...
- dead or imaginary...
- is a coincidence.
"THE RED LIGHT BANDIT"
It's a western about...
the third world.
I know I failed.
My mother tried an abortion
so that I wouldn't starve.
I was born like this and who
wears shoes won't survive.
I was used by the Black Hand
criminals cause I didn't know.
All I needed was terror.
I thought I was in
but I was way out of line.
I'm suitable for
the electric chair.
I never did well.
I didn't like the criminals.
I know I failed.
I had to make a mess out of it,
just to see the outcome.
It was the only thing to do.
I left 15 years ago.
From the slums I ran the world
with a nail on my foot.
A few years later...
I'm one of the Red Light bandits.
I wish I were great.
If you don't kill,
it's no use.
No one knows how many
assaults, robbery...
incendiary fires and indecent assaults
he has already committed.
26 years old, 26 deaths...
he's been convicted to 167 years,
8 months, 2 days in prison...
besides a 10 cruzeiros fine.
I'm 26 years old, I survive with
thefts and money from friends.
I can say for certain:
I'm a jerk.
But if he stands another trial
it can add to 480 years.
The only way to get away with it
is by proving he's insane.
- Arlete Teixeira...
- 23 years.
Ex-housewife, ex-midwife...
Ex-candidate
to the Law school.
A popular girl in
the neighborhood.
The mayor and his new ideas
of improving the town...
will put an end to
the red light district.
I almost ran over an old
lady, the other day.
She was the type who crosses
the street when she shouldn't.
It's different to me, if they wanna
live, they got to stay clear.
I run over them.
They're all crooks.
The girl from my
neighborhood left, boss.
- You know her?
- Cynthia, the Flying Jap girl.
A junkie.
That's the way these
guys are.
Stuff her with drugs
and then they scram.
Funny. It all ends up
on my hand.
As if Light wasn't enough.
I told you: It's jail alright.
No use begging.
I wanna know one thing:
Who threw the girl
from up there?
This one is
a nice guy, boss.
Mister... how about
a cigarette?
Beat it, man.
Lack of socialism.
That's why Brazil won't evolve.
Papers.
Let's see some papers.
Come on.
Boss...
this one here.
Fake documents, you bum.
Let's go.
The third world will blow!
Those who wear shoes
can't survive.
Arrest me! Brazil's solution
is termination!
Complete termination!
I'm a poet, I see!
The third world is gonna blow!
Arrest this jerk!
It's the empire of drugs,
riots and gangsters...
- Of mass prostitution...
- Of traffic of the underage...
Of industrialized crime
and automotive trade.
A city within the city.
- A district full of hunger...
- And guilt.
- A boca do lixo...
- The most complete...
- Of all the criminal districts.
- The third world will blow!
Who wears shoes
won't survive.
They can't survive.
Gangsters are all around.
- In politics!
- The government!
- Families!
- Soccer!
The Press! Pool tables!
- Elections.
- In nightlife.
Attempted assassinations
of the president.
- In peace.
- In war.
Monasteries and prisons.
The guilty one might not be
the public enemy number one.
- The criminal...
- District.
- Light!
Heavy!
- Dirty!
- Grass!
The endless trash,
ladies and gentlemen.
He may strike any moment...
day or night.
The masked bandit won't
respect women...
- nor any private...
- Property.
I wasn't sure of anything.
Thanks God I never was.
My story begins in Asunci?n,
Paraguay, goes on in Brazil.
It's very similar to Mandrake's stories
and popular Brazilian movies.
I'm not left-handed and
I dislike my profession.
My weak point is
Italian sausage.
Wake up, mister!
Jewelry and dough.
Any tricks and I shoot.
- The safe combination?
- I can't remember.
You'd better remember.
Wanna take a bullet
in your head?
Can't you leave the necklace for
my daughter's birthday, Mr. Light?
Take it and don't complain.
I'm going to America
but you shut your mouth.
Bring me the omelet,
very spiced.
Tasty, ma'am.
Candy?
Blue suits you well.
I always liked a
well dressed woman.
You're talking
to the national...
champion gunman.
I'm penniless but
I've got my reputation.
How come this man can
order us around like this?
You do anything...
and I finish you,
her, everyone.
The five of you.
Life means nothing to me.
Now, I'm having your wife.
You shut up.
Let's go!
Shoot to kill,
it's my responsibility.
- The back door.
- What are your waiting for?
Let's go.
Let's go.
He stirred up crime
in Brazil!
Don't look for fingerprints.
He's a smart ass.
Within 48 hours the man
shall be in jail...
Assures Detective Sade...
"Big Head", for his friends.
The 17th victim of the bandit
cannot make a statement...
cause she's still in shock.
After all, she's also
a human being.
Jewelry amounting
to 8 million...
- Were insured...
- for only 750.
Modern art.
Like I always say:
A thing for degenerates.
Trash.
Yeah, but that painting only
was worth 5 million.
That's right.
The worst it is,
the more expensive.
I'd gather everything together
and set fire to it.
I can stand anything but this bunch
of intelectual leeches.
That's not all, ladies
and gentlemen.
Before stealing and insulting
the unfortunate family...
the pervert forced
the taxi driver...
to the red light district...
assaulting him.
The driver may survive, but...
With one eye.
Attention!
News from the
Continental Patrol.
Legitimate sources inform that
the impossible has happened,
A homeless decided to take the
wallet from another homeless.
However, both were penniless.
The police continues its chase
for the Red Light Bandit...
who now plays games.
But according to our sources,
within 48 hours...
CITY COPS:
IF I MEET YOU
ON MY WAY...
I'LL PUT BULLETS
IN YOUR HEADS.
He's blood thirsty.
He's abusive!
He's a barbarian.
"Light", for his friends.
Murderer, twice champion
of table soccer.
The great grandson
of Chico, the Devil...
the Brazilian who killed President
Solano Lopez, on the Paraguay war.
- Descendant of aztecs...
- And tapuias.
A wild man from the XVI century thrown
in the middle of a concrete jungle.
A Brazilian on the last phase
of capitalism.
A real...
Crook!
- An opportunist...
- Chased by the police.
- A lousy dancer!
- Ex-sexual tourist!
As a solution...
to the transatlantic mess.
THE BEST WOMEN
IN TO WN...
PROMISED
THE POT SMOKER CRIMINAL.
MARTIN BORMAN,
HITLER'S HEIR...
MAY NOT BE A REFUGEE
IN PARAGU AY.
HE MAY BE SPREADING FALSE
DOLLARS IN GU ARUJ?, S ?O PAULO.
No one knows
the true nationality...
nor the identity of this young
under developed criminal.
- Paraguayan?
- Brazilian?
- Cuban?
- Mexican?
He didn't break
in any mansions...
last night,
although he said he would.
The police has
no reports on it.
Inspector Big Head believes he's
in jail with no identification...
since there are more than
15 suspects arrested...
and two of them
already confessed.
The authorities are
asking one thing...
For God's sake,
don't make him a hero...
especially the TV and radio...
that say he's a good thief,
a gentleman...
who's robbing from the rich
to give to the poor children...
To whom he'd be buying
candy and ice cream...
- Sweets.
- This is a lie.
- He's a dull...
- Bully thief...
- A liar possessing...
- An endless list of bad words.
THANK YOU
Take a look at her back and
you'll see my red sign.
Could there be two bandits?
Many cops thought of that.
They believed there was
a sexual maniac...
who had already assaulted
five girls.
On the other hand, he could
be a simple low life criminal.
Quiet!
Who was the legendary...
and most famous
bandit of our times?
An amazing maniac?
A mere clown or was he an
insane man looking for the truth?
Or was truth unreal?
A magician, an outlaw.
A low life impressed by
his media success?
A poor devil from Freud's
theories or from the slums?
Those who wear shoes
won't survive.
Mr. Schmidt, owner of
the cosmetics trust...
and the empire of
plastic combs...
accused a kid that
stole a set of wrenches...
from his factory.
Unfortunately, he wasn't aware
that the kid...
was a godson of
the Red Light Bandit.
Who wears shoes
won't survive.
With no mercy...
he avenged his godson by killing
the wife and kids of Mr. Schmidt...
who couldn't live without
his family.
Mr. Schmidt couldn't live without
his wife and children.
His industries faced a crisis...
Causing a surge of panic...
in the empire
of plastic combs...
creating a seesaw situation
at the stock market.
Who am I?
Our things, 52, first.
- It's the bankrupt...
- It's the crisis.
The instability
of the parallel market.
- Of the stock market operations...
- In a giant rationalization of work.
- Mr. Schmidt...
- A real leader...
once the only manufacturer
and line distributor...
Los Angeles.
He can only be a barbarian.
Not even science presents
those cruelty features.
Not even our country
guerillas.
As we were saying...
we're for the death sentence,
in favor of society...
Because the great family
from S?o Paulo...
knows that little or even nothing
they can offer...
to the unfortunate victims.
The violent death is
a human factor.
"Thou shalt not kill",
says the bible.
Cain was the first one.
He was the first and
he won't be the last.
Since then, the human being
has not improved at all.
They're the same.
Ana Triks, a 69 year old
widower from Philadelphia...
died yesterday of
a heart attack...
According to experts...
was that man a...
- Genius...
- Or a beast?
Who am I?
- Smuggling.
- Politics.
- Nudism.
- Crime. Poetry and party.
Sex. Action.
In the abnormal film
forbidden until 21 years old!
In this country, you've gotta be
tough to be strong.
It was like this in that
Italian western, "Gringo".
The guy would beat women,
he'd kill everybody.
And the audience loved it.
Then I realized I should
be a tough one.
So? Got many women
last night?
- We were drinking.
- It was no use.
Here's the dough. 2 million!
Give me one million and
I explode all these cars.
Then I go to Acapulco, Mexico
and I take you along.
That's a promise!
- I pay.
- Man, 20 years in prison...
Watchmen must die.
They earn peanuts to guard
gold. They must die.
- Don't scream.
- How come you're in here?
Thieves don't ask permission
to break in.
- I'm nervous. I need some coffee.
- Don't scream.
- I don't talk to strangers.
- I said don't scream, stupid!
- You're the stupid here.
- Shut up, trash!
It's easy for me to kill.
Where's the dough?
My uncle is traveling,
I don't know.
If you don't kill,
it's no use.
Next week, he's going to the
States, for a medical treatment.
TB, naturally.
I'm acquainted with
the masked bandit.
Brazil, the 60's.
The mysterious...
Wife of Geronimo,
king of the outback...
On a long distance call.
He was raised in a rich family.
He's very intelligent,
he's an accountant.
He looks like a lawyer.
Sometimes, he wants to kill
everybody on the streets.
I think stealing is his thrust.
He gets desperate to strike.
He can't see happy people.
When he's back and if there are
any jewels left...
he's giving them away to
the poor and the Church.
He's a very religious man.
They found out.
A tinsmith, from S?o Paulo.
32 years old, married,
two children.
The police is on to him,
but he's vanished!
This is it.
One thing pisses me off.
You assault, kill, and
nothing ever happens.
How come, Big Head?
Maybe tonight the bandit
will set fire to your home.
The thief knows all kinds
of woman.
Ivonete, nice, no bad habits,
exercises free love.
Malu, an intellectual,
graduated...
she loved proms and
talking about Cinema Novo.
Janete Jane, a woman of
the world, a chewer.
She's always chewing
chewing gum.
Salom?, stewardess, 22 years,
a serious girl.
A catholic, educated.
Odete, a calm girl,
marimba player.
Shirley, the mysterious type.
Clotilde, from the pampas.
Kind, honest,
a bit boring.
It's him!
The Red Light Bandit.
Marlucia, a lone girl, a poet.
I forgot her name.
A third class tramp.
A dentist, accountant assistant
when she's free.
Taxi!
If daddy knows,
he'll beat you to death.
Wait, honey!
I never thought.
You're a crook!
Can you go a little faster?
I have to do my hair,
for a hippie party tonight.
I just bought this cream.
Wonderful!
They didn't belong
to this world...
But to the third world.
Although it harms my skin.
It gets all crackled.
My passion fruit pudding
is wonderful!
You stir some jelly...
until it gets creamy.
What about coconut milk?
Coconut milk?
Lots of coconut milk!
Five minutes of Coconut milk.
To improve its taste...
add some rum drops.
Merelique.
You know it?
I'll only change if
there is a cataclysm.
The Amazon region
belongs to Brazil.
There's hunger in the Northeast,
the oil is ours!
And the Amazon, this green
and mighty giant...
when will it awake?
I'm in the mood for
a Britannica.
With this outfit I can sign
millions of checks in B. Horizonte.
They say you die if you drink
oil-paint, but I didn't.
I already tried to kill myself
four times.
The first time I was
12 years old.
I tried to drown
in the washtub.
I tried to kill myself with
oil-paint, but I couldn't.
Arriving from Madrid,
Professor J.B. Da Silva...
candidate of the criminal
district for the presidency.
A sensational story
by Chico La?o...
the crying poet,
your reporter.
I'll put an end to wars
and revolutions.
How nice!
Because my motto is:
The oil is ours!
How nice!
Thanks for coming,
I'm so happy!
Very good. Thank you.
Why are you here?
I came from Spain to learn
about this criminal.
I'm offering a new car in
exchange of his name.
Do you have any leads about Light?
I know everything, but I'll only
talk to Big Head.
And two judges, at least.
What about Gonzales,
your old political enemy...
who was found shot to death.
What's the outcome?
This isn't important.
I was acquitted!
What were you doing
in Spain?
I was visiting my friend,
the former President Per?n...
who's coming to Brazil
for a visit to my family...
and to inaugurate a branch
of the Latin bank.
Have you read Fernandes
article?
They call me a gunman
but I'm not a thief!
You hear me?
I'm not a thief!
Brazil is living
days of agitation.
Men are shot to death
at their own doorsteps.
How about a beer to celebrate
you son's first communion?
- It's the elder one?
- We're on duty.
And it's my daughter.
Do you believe we're grabbing
the guy right here?
I don't think he's insane.
For me, he's mocking us
all the time.
It's tough.
One of these days,
you'll see...
my heart will stop.
The doctor told me
to quit smoking.
It's not that easy.
I tell you, the only
serious thing in life...
is your heart.
The rest is bullshit.
You smoke a strong one.
- I tried American brands.
- They cause cancer.
They're all the same. The American
brands cause cancer, the national kills.
The same.
Let's go.
What concerns me
is the precinct.
If I'm gone, what
will they do?
It takes time to get
to know everything.
I'm here, boss.
You too?
You're a motherfucker.
I said nothing, boss.
Give me a cigarette.
- Another one?
- Forget it. Let's go.
- Janete Jane...
- The indecorous girl.
For a long time I was
out of the streets.
They said I was
on a spiritual trip...
at the Andes mountains.
I was in Belo Horizonte,
for the birth of my nephew.
My name is Janete Jane.
Hi, there Jorginho.
When you're leaving
to Greece?
I've given up, I won't go anymore.
- You OK?
- Fine, thanks God.
God my ass!
There is no God.
- You sold your farm?
- My taxis, too.
I never liked living
with my parents.
I'd rather live alone,
selling books door-to-door.
Special gift of the house, for you.
With my autograph.
Right, you're loaded.
Life is not easy.
It's easy for a Rockefeller.
Frank Sinatra was right.
Nothing good at the beach.
I ate some snacks. I had a good
lunch, with no fear of death.
Red Light.
What is your game?
- There's no game.
- What do you expect from life?
Nothing. I used to wish
I were great.
What for?
Beats me.
I wanted to be famous,
for good or bad.
Now I know I'm a poor bastard,
I'm nothing.
It's five already?
A quarter to.
Of course I'm destroying myself.
Alone you can't do anything.
I wanted to be powerful.
When you can't do anything,
You mock.
You mock and screw it up.
I should have seen
my horoscope...
so I wouldn't be
hearing this crap.
The demolisher is no use.
Without a bullet in the head,
it's hard.
You can't do nothing,
you mock.
Mock and screw it up.
It can't be a flat tire.
It's the third this week.
I've a stomach ache.
Must be that cheap whiskey.
It's always like that.
But this is gonna end!
Of course it will.
Jane!
I almost got killed
in Acapulco.
I spent more than 6 months
in Argentina, I starved...
I worked for free
at a circus in Mato Grosso.
I raised hell.
Always like that.
Everywhere I go it's the same.
Rebellion meant terror
to me, but not anymore.
The third war has began
and nobody cares.
I'm gonna burst!
So what?
So what?
What is it that you want?
I know I'm a loser, Jane.
My mother wanted to abort me.
I learned that last week.
That's why I was born
like this.
Excuse me...
if what I'm saying is not true,
but a simple lie.
I tried to kill myself.
It's true. I swallowed water
to end it once and for all.
As a solution to
the transatlantic mess.
- It's the bomb...
- And hunger...
In the XX century...
The bomb...
- And hunger...
they separate the third world
from the rest of the Earth.
Who am I?
Minister, how many shots?
Not minister. Secretary.
Some 5 thousand, but only
37 hit me.
My body is protected by
my saints...
Cosme and Dami?o.
And your program?
I am the program.
Someone had to come forward,
a mystic man like me...
to shed hope to
this people.
I'll open up prisons...
I'll build the home
for the single father...
I'll create Christmas
for naughty children...
and the poor will be able
to chew.
Chewing gum to the poor, so
that they'll chew night and day.
And the peasant,
this forgotten being...
will be receiving
electrical picks...
and there's more:
I'll build...
the home for
the broke millionaire!
Young man, if the
elections are tampered...
I'll settle the matter
with my gun.
A question from a viewer.
How come you are
so lucky?
It's the Providence.
My guardian angel
has always guided me...
and I'm also confident
of my ability.
Cause I can hit a cigarette
20 meters away.
If I use my 32 revolver, of course.
- It's your favorite?
- Yes, since I was young.
Ever thought of being
a diplomat?
Not a diplomat, nor Portuguese
teacher or architect.
What do you think of
bullet proof vests?
I wear one for 30 years
already.
They say the minister is
an expert guitar and piano player.
Camera one... now!
Go!
A new Mozart...
writing waltzes, chorinhos...
this kind of thing.
- Ever killed someone?
- No! God kills.
- What about the bombs?
- Bullshit.
- Is there a terrorist scheme?
- Don't make me laugh.
What about the names?
Six low life headed
by Light.
The real atomic bomb
of the moment...
I'm going to throw at
the launching of my campaign...
at the Epop?ia Club.
I'll say everything there.
But it was said...
that you're not able
to run the state...
let alone the country.
Son, you don't know me.
I can destroy a lot
of people, if I want.
Cut!
Dear viewer...
we've just presented another
edition of "The leader's voice".
- Turn that off!
- I gave you the money.
Give me money
for the doctor.
Otherwise, I'm leaving
right now.
Give me money for the doctor.
Without the money
for the abortion...
I'm leaving.
You wanted me,
now face the consequences.
- Lucho Gatica, a.k. A...
- Mexican...
J.B. Da Silva thug...
- pot dealer, pool player and...
- Pimp...
Made a lot today?
- How much do I owe you baby?
- 3.500,00.
All right.
- My dough, bitch!
- I do as I please!
A pimp! Think I'm a fool?
I don't take orders!
Grab your stuff. I don't want
to see you ever more.
Desperate for not having got
what she wanted...
- more money, she tries and steal...
- Jorginho.
And she finds out
his real identity.
The Red Light bandit,
the popular mask man.
Seven different names:
Including Ari Galante, an industry owner.
Jorge Vargas,
a bookseller.
Ceres Prado,
a farmer in Rio Grande.
- Ex-waiter in Campo Grande...
- Ex-broker...
ex-salesman of nail cutter
in S?o Paulo...
- ex-third class theater doorman...
- ex-bank employee in Acre.
The masked bandit is a relative
of Mineirinho...
and godson of
Bishop Helder Camara.
You checked the back?
- All clear.
- OK, go to the other side.
After the sixth terrorist attack
in 24 hours...
Brazil faces the criminal fury
of mysterious rebels...
who throw bombs at factories,
bars, buildings...
before the public is able to
forget the strange objects...
that fly all over the country.
24 hours later...
- J.B.
- Goes...
to Epop?ia Club...
saying serious accusations...
at the launching of
his candidate campaign.
Vote Prof. J.B. Da Silva...
Our candidate, the candidate
of the red light district.
They say because they can't
say otherwise.
They know me! You know that!
Our history is right here.
Here, page 34, act 86,
of 1920. Here!
They don't understand.
This is what they want.
I know what I say, I know
what I can do.
Here is the evidence, friends!
They want it, not me!
Not for that! Not at all!
I won't accept any
investigation.
I won't accept this!
You don't know me! You don't!
It doesn't matter, I want to know...
INSPECTOR, THE RED LIGHT
BANDIT IS HERE
We don't want another Vietnam
in Brazil. No, sir.
They want to implement
the third sex in Brazil.
The police admits new attacks
can occur from now on...
Booze.
And intensifies the repression,
conducting hundreds of arrests.
The terrorism is loose!
The bomb that exploded
in Estado Avenue...
has not hit the house
of Inspector Big Head.
It exploded against
the wall.
Debris are spread all over
the area.
Attention! Beware!
You can be one of the citizens to
be shot in front of your home...
in your car, right on
a downtown street.
I had one more bomb to go.
A larger one,
to overcome all others.
I thought I was great...
but I was way out of line.
I was an idiot.
- Meanwhile...
- At the blue house...
I always suspected J.B. As
the leader of the Black Hand.
The papers say I'm
the big shot, a genius...
a poet with a gift from God.
Sharing the intimacy
of the Black hand gang...
And the new gunman.
You say you fear me.
I'm talking to you,
thieves of Brazil.
Well, I'm afraid...
of the first guy to come,
aim at me and hit me good.
Who owns something, good.
Who doesn't, won't.
I was a sucker in the hands
of the Black Hand.
They used me for
political ends.
The rebel forces call
for volunteers for...
A total rebellion.
They accept the responsibility
for the terrorism...
to avenge the assassination
of Miss Home Queen...
by the renowned organization,
the Black Hand.
- More terror in Guanabara!
- Men and women...
- Papers.
- Show us your papers, bum.
The authorities deny
the idea...
that this might be caused
by international invaders...
but they say that apparently,
it begins terrorism in Brazil.
The terror has been established
and no one knows what can happen.
Everything is possible!
Who's the prince?
That afternoon, the police took
Lucho Gatica and Tata...
former members of the secret
police of President...
- Per?n...
- and thugs of...
J.B. Da Silva, the great.
Face the wall! Go!
You too! The wall!
Take off your coat.
I found a gun here.
You won't escape.
Help me hold this guy.
Several members of the
Black Hand were arrested...
Except Light.
After the arrest
of J.B. Assistants...
Light was prepared for
any informer within the gang.
I have only a few questions.
Anything for the paper.
Give me a break!
Go back and tell them it's
against our rules.
- You got it?
- What about the German?
I don't even know this guy.
You might get involved
if you don't talk.
If this guy shows up here,
send him away.
If you let him in,
you'll get it.
Hello, professor.
You already know?
Yeah, the cops.
Lucho and Tata were selling
false dollars...
then I told the press,
just to clear things out...
I told them this:
Both are suspects in
the case of the masked bandit.
Haven't I said not to disturb me
while I'm at my massage?
Leave it to me.
Look, honey. Light is yours
and mine, understand?
Talk to the press,
to Big Head...
The house of the man who became
a symbol of the political mob...
could be a prison, a torture
chamber or a fortress.
Located on the district,
the legendary blue house...
had never been penetrated
by the authorities.
"Only God and my friends are
allowed to my house", said J.B.
"The rest won't pass."
3,200 square meters, with
its own electrical power...
full of complex secret
equipment...
such as trap door, secret exits,
mirrors and cameras.
This is the true story
of the man...
who drank a bottle of foreign
scotch every day...
- the inventor of the trick...
- To win the lottery...
and the magical guitar
method by mail.
The man who introduced
bad words in politics...
- the chief...
- The king...
of the law of a huge empire...
- The red light district...
- where there are...
not inhabitants,
only survivors.
49 years ago, on the day
of my first communion...
I promised I'd be president
to end the people's misery.
A congressman, at least.
But he was elected
only in 1934...
because he betrayed S?o Paulo
in the Rebellion of 1932...
And he always surrounded...
- his life with... mystery.
- What do you think of poverty?
What poverty?
A country without poverty
has not folklore.
And without folklore, what
do we have for tourists?
Voodoo was his religion.
- He boasted he spent...
- Monthly...
over 5 million...
with hospitals and charity.
J.B. Da Silva tries to evade
seven law suits...
including one for arson...
and another for smuggling
over half a million cans...
of rotten sardine.
Light's hideout discovered!
Janete Jane,
Light's ex-lover.
She informed the police.
I need a nice corpse.
Let's quit stalling!
I need a homicide
for the first page.
- Talk.
- J.B. And the German...
were selling dollars in Curitiba.
If J.B. Won't give a clue
on Light...
tomorrow his crimes will
be on the headlines.
Tell them I said that.
Font 14, bold letters.
Got it?
Your gambling house is broke?
Put an end to gambling in
Brazil? You are na?ve.
The German was arrested
because of the money.
Don't bother me!
I have one of the best lawyers
of the country for you.
- The very best.
- Please, I did my best.
No, you're good.
Splendid!
- Together we're strong.
- Are you a maid, dear?
Yes, sir.
- What about you?
- Construction, minister.
Not minister. Secretary.
Secretary.
I have a question.
They said that the German...
distributed over 100 thousand
false dollars. Is it true?
This is childish. Bullshit!
And what if he's Borman,
minister?
Don't call me "minister".
In case your secretary
were really Martin Borman...
would you give him in
to the police?
A war criminal is equal
to any other criminal.
Attention, ladies and gentlemen.
The strange objects
shaped as balls...
continue to focus the attention
of the country, flying over...
I know the German for 40 years.
He taught me to swim,
to ride a bike.
No, not him.
Not the German.
Do you believe in the amnesty,
minister?
Don't call me minister!
The hell with that!
I still believe
in justice and humanity.
Justice is always there, like Holy
Mary and the animals.
What could poor people
and me expect in this life?
I never made myself
the big bucks!
I'm nobody.
My dream is to be forgotten
by all of you.
I don't want to be a candidate,
they do.
Look. The people want me.
The people. Look!
It's the people.
Sing and send away
your sadness.
Whiskey for everybody.
The king is paying.
MY LAST BOMB
Indeed, I'm the greatest.
The big shot.
- What?
- The greatest.
Calm down, German.
War is war.
Who would foresee the
German as a war criminal?
- A former man...
- Of the Third Reich.
Could he be the
real guilty party...
the real forger of the
250 thousand dollars...
sold in S?o Paulo
and Rio?
Hooray to poverty!
My real dream is to establish the
United States of Latin America.
Could he be, as suspected,
Martin Borman...
responsible for the termination
of half a million souls?
Hitler's right hand?
Lose in Latin America?
The king of the district
was screwed up!
He was killed by a bomb
in his car.
May I turn into
a sick dog...
if I don't call out
one of the demons...
to have the soul of the
bastard rotting in hell.
Now he'll pay me.
Damn you!
I was the only one left.
Nice.
Now I think
everything will be over.
Do I call them?
I don't know if it's worth.
Eight million?
If you're sure,
then I call.
It's for my children, who are hungry
and being disgraced in the school.
Let's go!
Over there.
- Here, boss.
- That way.
Freeze!
Nothing.
- You checked that side?
- Yes, sir.
He's not easy.
Give me a cigarette.
- Again? And your heart?
- Forget it. There's transplant.
A man was blinded by
a light from space.
At the district, something
was seen on the sky.
I'm tired, but here comes
another one.
One thing I was deadly
sure of.
There is no god.
This is gonna blow. Who's
wearing shoes won't survive.
I had to leave all
that mess, that hell...
that won't change not even
the color of your tie.
The rehearsal
for my death wasn't like that.
13 THOUS AND MARINES...
INVADE BAHIA...
The wire!
No...
it's the wrong guy.
They will laugh at us.
Here we are, wasting
time with a low life.
Look down at this poor face!
I'm gonna have to
change this crown, look...
Watch out boss!
Mamy.
While the bandit...
Light, for his friends...
- ended his career of...
- crimes...
- death and...
- destruction...
- with a short circuit at the...
- slums...
they came from the east...
That afternoon,
the mysterious objects...
the same unidentified
flying objects...
with a strange noise
and a strong red light...
- causing the postponement of a...
- marriage...
- in Los Angeles...
- a transplant...
- in Acapulco...
- and a rally...
in Porto Alegre.
Five lights come from Antarctic.
No one knows
of their intentions.
A sensational story
at Continental...
- mine...
- yours...
- our station.
- The barbarians invasion.
Within 10 seconds they
may reach Brasilia.
A terrible red light
is on everything.
The third world will blow. Who's
wearing shoes won't survive.
Nobody knows what
is going to happen.
The streets are invaded
by the people.
The police is trying to avoid...
The worst.
Only a miracle,
ladies and gentlemen...
Only a miracle
can save us from...
- total...
- termination!
The conspirator is
the dreamer of the absolute!
An unknown face
in the crowd.
It's enough to disturb...
powerful men
all over the world.
Conclusion:
Alone, you ain't worth...
Anything.
So what?