POLICE
TURN OF THE TIDE
YOUNG MAN DIES IN RIBEIRA GRANDE
That's how we spend the taxpayers' money in this country.
So...
Francesco Bonino, Italian.
Giovanni Speranza, also Italian.
This is my favorite. Spanish.
Juan del Cristo Guerrero Gómez.
Who are you?
My name is Francesco Bonino.
I was born in Piano di Sotto,
Trapani province, Sicily.
I'm a fisherman and a sailor.
An islander, just like me.
I knew we would understand each other.
Now... So...
You leave Venezuela
with a sailboat loaded with cocaine,
headed for the Canary Islands.
The weather changes.
The boat breaks down in the middle of the Atlantic.
You look at the map
and think this would be a good place to dump your crap.
The question is, how much crap did you bring,
Mr. Francesco?
Five hundred kilos?
Maybe a little less.
So we already found everything.
Only crumbs left for the fish...
MARITIME POLICE
Black basalt runs through my veins
Steam holes burn through my heart
The vast ocean fills my soul
And I have greenery
So much greenery that brings me hope
That's why I'm from the Misty Isles
Where seagulls come to kiss the land
With purple, longing and such sorrow
Only the wind echoes in the distance
I carry the vast ocean in my bosom
And the burning of the steam holes In my heart
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz