If we'd left him on the road, we'd be less likely to get caught.
Forget the police. This is worse than hitting a pedestrian.
God's fucking punishing us!
What if it's an opportunity?
Didn't Carlinhos say the owner would come looking for the drugs?
Is he capable of looking for anything?
Sílvia, we killed someone, for fuck's sake!
Did you see a crosswalk? You didn't, did you?
Because there wasn't one!
He was on the fucking phone and jumped into the road--
Both of you shut the fuck up!
What do you want to do?
Tell the police we killed a guy
and brought him to a shack full of cocaine?
I can't go to jail. I'm famous.
Rafael, no one will fucking find out.
I don't want to go to hell either.
You're not going to hell, Rafael.
You're not. Listen to me.
You're not going to hell. This isn't your fault.
And I fucking need you. Now more than ever.
I don't want to go to hell, brother. Fucking hell.
You're not going to hell. Stop saying that, okay?
Let's chop him up and throw him to the sharks.
I can't fucking do it.
Fuck it.
Come on.
Do it. Come on.
Fuck it.
Fucking hell!
Fuck.
No! Stop!
There's another option.
- The fucking freezer isn't sinking. - I can see that.
Let's catch the fucker red-handed.
What?
POLICE
Get down!
Get down on the ground now!
On the ground!
Freeze!
- Get down! - Okay, calm down.
- Down! - I got it. Relax.
Let's go!
Dad, I'm here.
Where were you?
I'm here now.
This is the story of a boy with high hopes
in an utterly hopeless place.
I'm from here, just like Eduardo.
TURN OF THE TIDE
Here. If you blow there, it plays a tune.
Here it is, Mr. Arruda. I can't find any more.
Go get yourself an ice cream.
Can I take two, Mr. Arruda?
One ice cream per brick. And this brick has a hole.
I ought to whack you over the head, you fucking brat.
She's a different person, Father.
Like she's possessed by the Devil.
I no longer recognize my Sílvia.
I brought everything I could find. I don't want this crap in my house.
Take it. I'll leave it here.
Go in peace.
- God watches over you and your daughter. - God?
God hasn't cared much for this place.
And that's a fact.
Everything happens for a reason, Eduardo. God has a plan for each of us.
Even when we sin?
To err is human.
But to forgive is divine.
Everything that happens, good or bad,
is God's will.
His mercy is infinite.
Thank you, Father.
That's what I wanted to know.
God, the Devil.
It could even be Mickey Mouse. Who cares?
If life has always fucked you over,
and then 397 kilos of cocaine fall into your lap,
do you give it back?
My boy Eduardo knew he had to take it or leave it.
The others didn't have that same survival instinct.
Some wanted to escape the guilt too quickly.
Others tried to silence it.
Would it hurt?
Eduardo knew he had to sink the guilt where no one would find it.
What is it, Rafael?
- What the fuck do you think? - It was an accident, Rafael.
This wasn't our fault.
He threw himself at the car. He killed himself. Okay?
And his family in Italy has no idea. Fuck.
I have nightmares every night about this shit.
So do I.
But tell me.
Would you rather have them here or in jail?
Trust me.
Do you trust me?
Fucking trust me, okay?
Right? Come on. Let's go.
Come on, Sílvia. Let's go.
Come on.
When this car sinks,
so will everything that happened that night.
We'll never mention this again.
Okay?
...Francesco Bonino has been detained by the authorities.
Police sources have informed us
that backup from the mainland has been deployed.
They believe other gang members may soon be caught.
Shall we go to the café?
- I have stuff to do. - Stuff?
Girl stuff.
- Can't I leave you alone for a bit? - You also have stuff to do?
I do.
You're coming with me.
Is it great or what?
Champ, I think you're great. The best.
Okay. If you want the two kilos, that's 20,000 euros.
What kind of shit-eating dick do you take me for?
My friend, you know damn well there's no shortage around here
of the Italian's bricks of snow.
Fucking take it easy.
- We'll give you a discount. - Okay.
A thousand euros, it's all yours.
A thousand euros?
- You told me this guy was smart. - He is.
- Fucking hell! - A hundred euros. How about it?
A hundred and it's all yours.
Why didn't you say so, my friend?
We good?
See you, Eduardo.
Give Carina my love.
Eduardo was learning the basic rules of supply and demand.
What the finance guys call "a misfit in the market."
Take the classic example of the lemonade stand.
If there's only one little girl selling,
the lemonade isn't cheap.
But then her little friend thinks, "What a great idea."
So the price comes tumbling down
until it's not worth shit.
It's like that with lemonade,
and with the purest, most expensive
and addictive powder in the world.
I don't think I can do this.
Girl, relax.
I'll need something stronger.
Want some?
Right, let's do this.
Hurry up, Bruna. Come on.
Come on.
- Put the jacket on. - Put it in there.
Relax. Listen.
Relax. Hang on.
That's it. Come on. Turn your head a little. Let's go.
- Where do I look? - The ocean. Let's go.
Pull your skirt down a bit. That's it.
Just to see pale skin, not your panties.
As if there were no panties. In my mind, there are no panties.
That's it.
The first time I snorted coke was at a Springsteen concert.
1989.
Berlin.
I started flying, and I never came back down.
I never came down.
Hey, where did you get this blow?
Rabo de Peixe, but don't be afraid.
I'm going to buy all the blow you have.
All the blow you have.
I'll make you a fucking rich bitch.
Fucking rich!
Ladies and gentlemen, we're experiencing turbulence.
Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.
It's only the first three minutes.
94% of airplane crashes
happen in the first three minutes of a flight.
You're much more likely to die from a shark attack
or a poisonous insect bite.
You know a lot of stuff.
It's nothing compared to heart disease or cancer, of course.
One in seven people die from that.
One in seven.
Is that your dad?
Really?
One, two,
three, four, five,
six, seven.
- I'll do the talking. - Okay.
Good evening, gentlemen!
The champ's here!
Move your ass.
Come and sit here.
How the fuck are you?
What about you, Wednesday?
Wednesday?
You're in the middle. Either come in or fuck off.
Get in here.
Listen, guys.
As we're all here, I want to take this opportunity...
And thank you for coming, by the way.
What happens when we get a big catch?
- Prices go down. - Prices go down. Very good.
What happens when we get a lot of Coca-Cola?
We get totally fucked up!
Listen.
The streets are covered in snow right now,
aren't they?
All the little doves walking around,
pecking at just about everything
like there's no tomorrow, attracting attention.
And who is it that loves doves?
Old ladies.
Fuck, no. It's the cops.
They don't care about Rabo de Peixe.
There you have it. Wednesday's absolutely right.
Cops don't care about Rabo de Peixe.
But what happens if the doves start dropping like flies?
Rabo de Peixe, my friends,
is in the news.
TEENAGER DIES
The cops will come and clean all this shit up,
and we'll be left with nothing.
What do you want us to do?
Stop selling it?
Keep it at home to make bread?
Shut up and listen to the man.
What I want is for each and every one of you
to bring everything you've found
right fucking here.
We'll sell it all out of here.
I get a commission, and every one of you gets your cut.
It's what they call a win-win situation.
And how do we know you won't keep it all for yourself?
We can't go to the police.
Listen to me, dickhead.
How many of you have been in jail?
Right.
How many of you here live on unemployment benefit?
See, I have a legitimate business and no trouble with the law.
Take it or leave it, guys.
In a nutshell, either we all get laid,
or we throw the whore into the sea.
And in this case, the whore's your mother, birdbrain!
You fucking leave my mother out of this!
- I'm kidding. - Fuck you!
Don't be mad. Relax!
Go home and bake some bread!
It's best if we give him the drugs--
I told you I'm not giving that motherfucker the drugs.
I told you, man.
Wednesday?
- I'll give him fucking Wednesday! - Keep it down.
Fuck me.
Right, we need to find a place to sell the drugs.
Somewhere with a ton of dough and no blow.
I know where we can do that.
Welcome to the Azores.
We've never had a narcotics expert on the island.
Nothing ever happens here.
The first thing you think about when you wake up.
The only thing you think about all day.
Rabo de Peixe was like Fifth Avenue for toothless junkies.
There you go. 20 euros, Skinny.
Skinny!
Fucking hell!
Fuck, Mr. Arruda.
It's full of shit, for fuck's sake!
How many times have I told you not to sell here?
You might as well hang out a sign saying "Coke King" so everyone knows!
- Mr. Arruda-- - What?
- Give me your fucking hand. - No, Mr. Arruda.
Fucking baker! Fucking give me your hand!
You can have it all--
You will never sell
this fucking shit here again!
Understand?
Never again!
I won't fucking tell you again!
I know it's a court order, but I'll question him in Italian.
If I need help, I'll ask for it, signorina Fasulo.
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.
So...
In the boat, we found a kilo of cocaine, different passports and fake documents.
Was he alone?
Yes and no, Detective.
Yes or no?
When we questioned him,
he said "da solo" in Italian.
We didn't know if it meant he was traveling alone,
or if he liked his coffee black.
Anyway, the court-appointed interpreter arrives today.
Someone else was probably on the boat.
You questioned an international drug trafficker without an interpreter?
Chief Banha speaks a little Italian. He studied in Bologna for one semester.
- Left. - Here?
You leave Venezuela
on a sailboat loaded with cocaine,
headed for the Canary Islands.
The weather changes.
The boat runs into trouble 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?
TOTAL SEIZED 492 KG
Five hundred kilos?
Maybe a little less.
So we've found all of it.
Only crumbs left for the fish...
Do you have the boat info?
Would you risk crossing the Atlantic in an empty boat
if you could bring 3,000 kilos?
You're going out?
Eduardo, are you there?
I'm going out, Dad. I'm going into town with Rafael.
That much cologne?
To cover up the smell of fish.
I'm going to bed.
- Don't waste water. - Good night.
Good evening.
You can't go in like that.
- Like what? - You can't go in.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Hey, Rapexinho!
Sit here.
What's up?
How are the boots?
- Thanks. - They were my grandfather's.
Took them from his coffin. He was still warm.
The old man loved those boots.
- Ian. - Eduardo.
Do you have more?
Do you have more of those bags Sílvia got for me?
Hey! Are you in elementary school?
Back there. Come on.
Do you have a lot of this?
I do. I have a lot.
How much is a lot?
- A hundred? - More.
More? Wow!
Five hundred?
- If you want, I have more than 500. - If you want, I have more too.
Do you want to fuck my ass?
What?
You don't want to fuck me, do you?
Came here to fuck me, did you?
- Did you? - I'm not here to fuck anyone.
I just want to sell my fish.
- All right. - Okay.
- Tomorrow. Okay? - Tomorrow?
Two.
Two kilos? Two what?
- Is that two... - Let's get back to the party.
- Two kilos? - The party won't start without me.
- Two kilos? - Come on.
You need to get tattoos.
Watch him and learn.
- Maybe you'll get lucky. - Fine.
- Girls love tattoos. - Listen. I think I sold two kilos.
- You sold it? - He did this. Two.
- Must be two kilos, right? - That's great, man!
Hey, beautiful!
Two melon vodka shots. The exec here is paying.
Here's my address.
For Ian's order.
Right.
But you can show up anytime.
Shut the fuck up.
- Some friendly advice. - Don't start.
It's worth it.
You may be unloved, but you can still have a good fuck.
- Enough with the matchmaking. - I'm serious.
How long have you had that crush on Sílvia?
Don't fucking talk about that shit.
If you want to keep chasing her, fine.
I'll support you.
But you don't have to starve while you wait, do you?
Let's drink this crap. Come on.
If you can't be happy, at least have some fun.
- Or are you joining a monastery? - Come on, drink up.
Are you sure you're not a virgin?
Ask your cousin.
Seeing as how you don't fuck, let's dance.
Shit. It stinks of fish.
- You're a fisherman. - I wasn't expecting it.
It's going to get my bag dirty.
No, Rafael. Don't start.
- Just one bump. - I need you. Let's go.
Fuck.
Go on.
Fuck!
- Good morning. Does Bruna live here? - Yes.
She's my daughter. But who...
Wait a minute. You!
Aren't you Rafael Medeiros?
Yes, I am.
Come in, Rafael!
Rafael Medeiros in my house.
Guys! Look who just showed up. Classy or what?
Santa Clara, jersey number nine, 1997/98 season.
Sorry. Is Bruna around?
Probably in bed.
Rafael, what do you fancy? Some pork belly?
I have some local linguica.
Where's the bathroom?
Apparently I'm not the only stranger here.
Right.
Fucking hell.
Fuck!
- The only cold drink I could find. - With this heat, I'll even drink beer.
- Where's the bathroom? - Second door.
Thanks.
Someone's in here.
- Rafael, we need to leave. - Hang on, for fuck's sake!
We need to leave right now!
The bathroom?
It's occupied.
See if you can find a mop. I made a huge mess in here.
Rafael, someone's waiting out here.
I made a huge mess.
Hurry up. There are people waiting.
Bro!
Ladies first.
Fucking hell.
Okay.
Excuse me.
What a goal, Rafael!
I thought the stadium was going to collapse.
We need to leave.
Boy, wait. You haven't eaten a thing.
Dad, we're late for the movies.
- Let's go. - Fucking stop. Bruna's here!
We're at a barbecue full of cops. Wake the fuck up.
- Have you lost your mind? - Hey, boys!
You're not leaving empty-handed.
Here. Take the linguica.
Thanks.
Return the container. I'll fetch it from Rabo de Peixe if you don't.
Do come.
Rafael Medeiros, jersey number nine.
I'm sorry, okay? I fell asleep.
Your dad's a cop, and you didn't tell us?
Throwing us to the sharks! Tell your boyfriend the deal's off.
Hang on, Eduardo! Fucking wait!
Fucking hell!
Are you feeling this adrenalin, bro?
We were in a cop's home, up to our eyeballs in coke!
- I can't keep doing this shit. - What are you saying? We got away.
We're done selling this shit.
We've only just begun, brother. We're going to get rich!
A kid from Rabo de Peixe died snorting this shit. Do you get that?
It's God's will. Isn't that what you said?
Yes. That's what you said.
People are overdosing all over the place.
Tell the unit we start at first light.
Do you have to make so much noise?
A morning walk in Rabo de Peixe.
- Just what I need on a Sunday morning. - Right now?
We're going all out.
I left you some food in the fridge.
Most of the Italian's drugs have yet to be seized.
We have search warrants for houses, shops, supermarkets,
storerooms, attics,
basements, shipping containers, and dollhouses, if need be.
Check everything with a fine-tooth comb.
Come on, Banha. For fuck's sake!
Hello?
I'll get her.
Sílvia!
Phone call.
Hurry up!
Hello?
Sílvia, the police are about to raid Rabo de Peixe.
Fuck.
- They're on their way here. - Who is it?
The police.
Everybody down on the floor!
- What's going on? - Turn around.
Fucking hell.
Get down!
Fuck!
Fuck me!
Fuck it!
Fucking hell!
Go! Move!
Eduardo!
We have to stop.
Stop the boat!
COAST GUARD
Nothing, Detective.
Detective Banha.
That backpack.
This one?
It's your container, sir. It's been washed.
We good?
Rafael, let's go.
Shall we?
Get going.
What do you think you're doing?
You came here to arrest children and old people?
We have to arrest the offenders, whoever they may be.
Did you see anyone dealing?
The drugs washed ashore by accident.
In the Azores, we don't like to arrest children or old people.
You'll have to let them go.
Judge's orders.
Turn around. Hands on your head!
Let's go!
Look at that. Will you look at that!
Detective Banha!
Release them all.
Let us go!
Hang on. It's all good.
Motherfucker.
That motherfucker. I know who fucked us over. Look.
Black basalt runs through my veins
Steam holes burn through my heart
Please.
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
Fucking baker! You really fucked us over.
I didn't say anything, Mr. Arruda.
I didn't squeal, Mr. Arruda.
I didn't say anything, Mr. Arruda.
I didn't say anything. I didn't squeal--
With purple, longing and such sorrow
Motherfucker!
Only the wind echoes in the distance
I carry the vast ocean in my bosom
Let's get out of here.
And the burning of the steam holes In my heart
Pull!
Come on, pull!
Did you tie it?
We are the true champions of Ribeira Grande!
Fucking hell!
It's God's will and don't you forget it!
After winning the cocaine lottery,
the miracle of evading the police.
Why shouldn't Eduardo believe
that for the first time in his life, God was rooting for him?
But in these isles the sun never shines for long.
For some poor souls, their fate is sealed from birth.
And there's nothing that God or the Devil can do to help them.
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz