-Hey. -Hey. License and registration, please.
Something wrong, officer? You were driving irregularly back there. Irregularly?
I was going at 40mph. Exactly, you were driving within the legal speed limit. -And?
-And you stopped at the red light. Sorry, I'm a bit confused. I don't get it.
And you used the right turn signal when turning right and the left one when turning left. Very suspicious! What do you mean?
Isn't that what you're supposed to do? That's what you do if you're not a law-abiding citizen and is trying to pass as one. Get out of car, hands on your head.
I don't get it, that's just. . .
Oh, yeah? I've been 15 years in the force. I can tell a crook a mile away.
Mesquita, check his records. -Sure. -This is ridiculous!
I'll be writing a letter to the newspaper! What? Mesquita, come here!
Dude says he'll write to the newspaper! He thinks people still read those. And who writes letters, fucker?
What are you, Fernanda Montenegro in "Central Station"? -Wait! No, sir!
-He's all good, Peçanha. -All good, huh? -Yeah.
There's something fishy. He even stopped at the crosswalk. Tell me, if I search your car, what'll I find?
-Nothing, I got nothing. -Nothing? Just give it up.
If I search it and find a fire extinguisher up to code. . .
Tell him what's gonna happen. Last week Peçanha found a first aid kit in a "real estate agent's" car. -It wasn't pretty.
-We pistol-whipped till he talked. No, no, I'm all up to code. I'm a judge, even.
How could I. . .
-You're a judge? -What, like at Masterchef? No, a professional judge.
What kind of professional judge doesn't double park? Doesn't think he owns the street? Do I look like an idiot?
Why didn't you try to pull rank? No, you don't look like an idiot. How come you're so correct?
You from Curitiba? You gringo? -Where were you born?
-In Rio, I'm carioca. A carioca wearing a seatbelt and paying taxes? -Search his car.
-Wait! -It's over, man. -Wait, wait!
Let me just call my wife? It's our 8th anniversary, I made her a nice dinner. Just so she doesn't get worried.
She'll think you're with a mistress, huh? A mistress? No, never.
I've never thought about other women. -You're done for, crook. C'mon.
-Wait! Take him away. 15 years in the force!
I can tell a lying scumbag. License and registration, please. Did I do something wrong?
You slowed down at a yellow light. That can't be. .
. This must be a mistake, sir. No mistake.
Didn't he brake at the yellow light? Totally, Peçanha. Guys, I have a toddler here.
-Sure. -I did nothing wrong. .
. motherfucker! Get the other one!
-Bastards! -Die, you piece of shit!
