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For fuck's sake, what's going on?
What is this sea? Where did we end up?
Gianluca!
Gianluca! Damn!
Shit!
Gianluca, move your ass!
What happened?
The rudder broke!
Where are we?
I don't know! The middle of nowhere!
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Can anyone hear me?
- What the fuck are you doing? - What the fuck?
Don't you know we can't ask for help? Asshole!
Let's go this way.
Go fuck yourself!
We have to dock!
You're out of your mind.
You want to dock with a boat full of drugs?
We have to throw it overboard!
I don't want to sink!
Try it and you'll be the one who ends up in the sea.
I don't want to drown!
The fucking cocaine!
If the drugs end up in the sea, we'll die on land!
Do you fucking understand? Yes or no?
Gianluca!
Land! Land ahoy!
Here's our coffee! Thank you, ma'am.
What did the mechanic say?
He's waiting for a part for the rudder.
Tomorrow we recover the cargo, set sail, and go home.
People like you who put that shit in their coffee
should be put in jail.
We crossed the Atlantic in a sailboat full of drugs,
and that's no problem.
But I put sweetener in my coffee, and you lose it.
Don't confuse illegal with immoral.
Look, some things are sacred.
Fresh water, good wine, a tight pussy...
...and a hard dick.
And coffee without rat poison.
Francesco, we're fucked.
Fucking hell.
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This is worse than that sweetener shit you put in your coffee, believe me.
No, Francesco. This is worse than cancer of the balls.
The sauce is good, huh?
How the fuck are you hungry right now?
You feed the body to calm the spirit.
Hunger is a bad adviser, that's what I say.
Francesco, we're fucked. Fucked!
We have to call Don Massimo to explain.
No, Don Massimo can't help us.
The sooner we recover the cargo, the sooner we go home.
Did you see them? They looked like monkeys eating peanuts.
Gianluca.
I have a lot more to lose than you in this whole thing.
But losing your head now is fucking pointless.
Come on, keep cool.
Drink a glass of wine and relax.
Everything will work out fine. Okay?
Go fuck yourself!
Gianluca!
- Don Massimo. -Who is this?
- Hi. It's Gianluca. -Is everything okay?
I have something important to tell you.
A problem with the Colombian?
- No. - With the police?
No, no, no.
What happened, Gianluca?
We lost the cargo.
Speak up, asshole!
Gianluca?
Gianluca? What happened?
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz