We'd have reduced the chances of being caught
by the police if we'd left him on the road.
Forget the damn police! This is more than just running someone over, dude.
I know, it's a fucking punishment from God. Like...
- There's an opportunity here. - Huh?
Didn't Carlinhos say that the owner of the drugs would be looking for them?
- You think this guy's capable of looking-- - Sílvia, for fuck's sake.
We killed someone!
Was there a crosswalk there? Was there? I didn't see one, did you?
Because there was no crosswalk!
Fuck him! This guy was talking on a phone and threw himself into--
Fuck! Shut the fuck up! What do you want to do?
What's your brilliant idea, huh?
Go to the police and say we killed a guy, brought him into a shed full of cocaine?
I can't be arrested. I'm famous.
Rafael, no one will fucking find out!
But I also don't want to go to hell for it, brother.
You're not going to hell. Calm down, brother. You're not going to hell.
Look, listen, you're not going to hell. It isn't your fault.
I really need you, listen to me.
- I don't want to go to hell, brother. - You won't go to hell, I promise you.
I swear you're not going to hell. Now please stop. Please stop it, okay?
We cut him into pieces and feed him to the sharks.
I can't do it! I can't fucking do it!
Ah, I can't do it.
Fuck! I can't do it.
- Fuck, I can't. - For fuck's sake. Ah, man.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, fuck.
No, no! Stop!
I thought of something.
Huh?
- What the hell? It's not sinking. - I see that.
We're gonna arrest him right in the act.
What's your deal?
POLICE
On the ground! On the ground now! On the ground!
- On the ground, now! - Hands up!
Slowly, show me your hands. No sudden movements.
Get on the fucking ground!
On your stomach!
- Do it, man! - Okay, calmo. Calmo.
- Lay down! - Capite, calmo.
No sudden movements.
I'm here. Sorry I'm late.
Where were you?
Tell you later.
This is the story of a young man with high hopes
in a place where hope never existed.
And I should know.
I was born here, just like Eduardo.
TURN OF THE TIDE
If you blow here, it makes music.
Here it is, Mr. Arruda. I can't find any more.
Mmm.
Go over there and get an ice cream.
- Can I take two, Mr. Arruda? - One brick, one ice cream.
Plus this brick has a hole in it.
You're lucky I don't slap your silly face, you fucking kid.
She seems to be a different person, Father.
As if she has the Devil inside her.
I no longer recognize my Sílvia.
This is everything I found.
I don't want any of this crap in my house.
Take it. It stays here.
Go in peace, my child.
God is looking out for you and your daughter.
God? God has been very distracted around here.
That's what I think.
Everything happens for a reason, Eduardo. God has a plan for each one of us.
When we sin, what happens?
To sin is human.
But forgiving is divine.
Everything that happens, good or bad,
is the will of God.
His mercy is infinite.
Thanks, Father. I mean it.
That's what I had hoped.
God, the Devil.
Could even be Mickey Mouse. Who cares?
If life has always fucked you up,
and suddenly 397 kilos of cocaine falls in your lap,
are you going to give it back?
My boy Eduardo knew that it was time to shit or get off the pot.
The others didn't have the same survival instinct.
Some tried to escape the guilt as fast as they could.
Others tried to shut it up.
Was it gonna hurt?
You bet.
To move on, Eduardo knew that he had to send the guilt
to the bottom of the ocean.
What's your problem, man?
- What the fuck do you think? - It was an accident, Rafael.
We're not to blame for this.
He threw himself on top of the car. He killed himself, dude. Okay?
And his family's in Italy, they're not gonna fucking know.
I see that fucking guy's face every night, man--
Listen, all right. I have nightmares, too. But think about it for a second.
Would you rather have nightmares here or in prison? Hmm?
Just trust me.
Do you?
We're in this together. Okay, dude? Okay?
Yes? Come on. Let's go, come on.
Sílvia, let's go.
Come on.
When this car sinks into the water,
it'll also sink everything that happened that night.
We'll never speak about this again.
Okay?
...Francesco Bonino has already been apprehended by police forces.
Sources from the judiciary police indicate that reinforcements from the mainland
have been deployed, based on the belief
that there are other members that will be apprehended soon.
Do you wanna go someplace? To a café?
I have some stuff to do.
What stuff?
Girl stuff.
- You can be alone for a little bit, right? - And you?
- I guess you have stuff to do, too? - Yeah.
And you're coming along.
- Oh! - It's strong, isn't it, bro?
It's almost as strong as you are.
So if you want to keep the four kilos, that's the price, 20,000.
Do I look like I eat shit by the spoonfuls, or what?
Eh, my friend, you know perfectly well there's plenty of it out here.
Bricks of powder, de Italianos.
- Hey! - Hey, hey!
- Chill, asshole. - What the fuck?
We can do a special price for you, okay?
- One thousand. A thousand and we're good. - A thousand?
- A thousand euros? - Yeah.
- You told me this guy was smart. - He is.
Come on! Cut it out. Fuck.
100 euros, is that okay? 100 euros, you keep all of it.
Why didn't you say that sooner, my friend?
Uh...
Ciao to you, Eduardo!
Kiss to Carina.
My boy Eduardo was learning the basic rules of supply and demand.
What the guys with money call "a misfit in the market."
Let's look at the classic case of the lemonade stand.
If there's only one little girl selling lemonade, it isn't gonna be cheap.
But then her little friend thinks, "Oh, what a great idea."
So the price comes tumbling down
until it's worth shit!
And if it's like this with lemonade,
it's no different with the most expensive and addictive powder in the world.
I don't think I can do this.
Mmm.
Relax, babe. Hmm?
I'm going to need something stronger.
Want some?
Let's fly the jacket in, Bruna.
- Fly it in, Bruna. Fly, fly, fly, fly... - Yeah.
- This. - Come on. Come on.
- It's just putting on a jacket. Here. - You've got some here.
Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down.
Let's get some clothes here. Calm down. Wait, wait. Okay, better.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Yeah, like that. Let's move your head a little bit. Very good.
- Where should I look? - Oh, it's sea.
- That way. - It's sea, let's go, let's go. Yeah!
Mmm. Pull up the skirt a little bit. No, lower it. Like that.
Just until we see a little white.
I don't want to see panties. Like there's nothing.
In my mind, there aren't any, okay?
Come on, put some music on. Come on!
Over here.
Yes, that's it! Right, turn around.
Bite it!
The first time I snorted, I was at a Springsteen concert.
1989.
But little did I know...
I started flying, and I never looked back again.
Never!
Hey, girl, where'd you get that blow you gave us?
Huh?
Rabo de Peixe, but don't panic.
I'm going to buy all the powder you got.
All the powder you've got.
I'm gonna make you a rich fucking bitch.
Fucking rich! I want it all.
Ladies and gentlemen, we're approaching an area of turbulence.
We ask that you return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.
Thank you very much.
It's only the first three minutes.
94% of airplane crashes happen in the first three minutes of a flight.
It's a lot more probable you'll die from an attack by a shark
or being bit by a poisonous insect.
You know a lot, don't you?
But nothing compared to cardiac diseases and cancer, of course.
One out of seven people die from that.
One out of seven!
Is that your father sleeping?
Yeah?
One, two,
three, four, five,
six, seven.
- You sure we'll be fine? - Let me do the talking.
Hey, what's up, boys?
Hey, look, my champion!
Hey, get your ass out of there. Come on, sit here.
Come on, bring it in.
And how are you, huh? Uh, Wednesday.
Wednesday?
Standing there in the middle. Either come in or go fuck yourself.
Come on, fucking get in here.
Hey, fellas.
I want to use the fact that we are all here,
and I want to thank you right now for coming.
Question.
What happens when we get a lot of fish?
- Hmm? - The prices go down.
The prices go down. Very good.
And can you guess what happens with a lot of Coca-Cola?
We all get wasted out of our fucking minds, dude.
Right?
Mmm.
Right now, the streets are full of white. Right?
And it's just little pigeons walking around,
and pecking just about everything like there's no tomorrow,
and showing off.
And who is it that likes little pigeons a lot? Who is it?
The old lady.
No, pal, it's the fucking cops.
The cops couldn't care less about Rabo de Peixe.
Ah, there you have it. Wednesday's absolutely right.
The cops couldn't care less about Rabo de Peixe.
But what happens if the little pigeons start dying like flies, you know?
What happens, hmm?
Rabo de Peixe, my friends,
hits the headlines.
We are in the news, my friends, and the cops come here,
they clean up all this shit, and we make nothing.
And what do you want us to do?
I assume stop selling it.
Then we keep it at home to make bread?
Shut up and listen to the man.
What I want is for you, each one of you, every single one of you
to bring whatever you've fucking found to this location.
We're gonna sell everything from here.
I get a cut, and each one of you gets his share.
It's the so-called win-win. Hmm?
How do we know you won't keep the stuff and tell us to go fuck ourselves?
It's not like we can complain to the police.
Listen, uh, you piece of trash.
How many of you here have already been in prison?
I was framed.
I was too, okay?
And who at this table is dependent on the unemployment subsidy?
I thought so.
I have a legitimate business, no problems with the law.
It's a take it or leave it deal.
In other words, we all fuck...
...or we throw the whore overboard, right?
In this case, the whore is your mother, you chicken ass!
You leave my mother out of it!
- Fuck you, you scumbag! Fuck you! - Oh, come on. I was just joking.
- We're just kidding around! - I'm out of here.
Go fuck your mother, douchebag!
It'd be better for us if we give the drugs to Arruda.
No way I'm giving drugs to that motherfucker. I'm not!
I told you.
He's such an asshole. Call me fucking Wednesday?
- Take it easy! - He's just a fucking asshole. Fuck.
We just have to find a place to sell them ourselves.
Somewhere with lots of cash and no drugs.
- Right? - I know a place where we can do that.
Welcome to Azores.
We've never had a specialist in drug trafficking.
Nothing ever happens here.
The morning rush.
First thing you think about when you wake up,
and all you think about during the day.
Rabo de Peixe was like Fifth Avenue of the junkies and the toothless.
Here. Twenty euros, Skinny. Thanks, man.
Skinny!
Oh! What the fuck's going on?
What are you doing here?
You got this shit out in the open?
How many times have I told you not to sell that fucking shit here?
Might as well build a shop that says "The King of Coke,"
so that every-fucking-body knows, dipshit!
- Mr. Arruda-- -"Mr. Arruda," what?
Gimme your hand.
- Gimme your hand, moron. - I'm sorry.
Stupid fucking baker! I said I want your hand! Give it here!
- Mr. Arruda, you can take it. - Not on my street!
Never sell that fucking shit here!
Okay?
You understand?
You hear me?
Dumbass!
I won't warn you again!
I know it's the court's orders, but I will do the questioning in Italian.
If I need your help, I'll ask you, huh? Signorina Fasulo.
That's how we spend the taxpayers' money in this country.
Mmm. Well...
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, hmm?
I knew we would understand each other.
Now... So...
In the boat, besides two kilos of cocaine,
we found passports with different names and fake documents.
Was he travelling alone?
Yes and no, detective.
Yes or no?
When we questioned him,
he said "da solo" in Italian.
And we couldn't understand if he meant he was traveling alone,
or whether he liked his coffee black.
But meanwhile, the translator arrived today, sent by the court.
From all indications, there was someone else inside the boat.
You questioned an international drug trafficker without a translator?
Chief Banha speaks a little Italian. He studied three months in Bologna.
- To the left. Yes. - In here?
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...
Where's the info on the boat?
Would you risk crossing the Atlantic on an almost-empty boat
if you could bring 6,000 pounds?
You still up?
Eduardo, you in there?
I'm-- I'm going out. I'm going into town with Rafael.
You smell like a brothel.
It's to disguise the fish smell.
I'm going to bed.
- Don't waste water. - Good night.
- Good evening. - Ah.
- You can't go in. - Why not?
The flip-flops.
I'll be back, okay?
Okay.
I get it.
Ooh!
Won't find a better deal.
Hey!
Finally, my boy!
Thanks for gracing us with your presence.
Sit here.
What's up?
You like those boots? Huh?
- I appreciate it. - They were my grandfather's.
Yeah.
His dead body was warm in the coffin when I grabbed 'em.
Those boots were his favorite.
- Ian. - Eduardo.
Do you have more?
Huh?
Do you have more of those little baggies Sílvia got for me?
Whoa, oh, oh! Come on. What, are you in pre-school, dude?
Let's go. Inside, come on.
- You have a lot of this one, right? - Getting more won't be a problem.
How much you got? Huh?
- One hundred? Huh? - More.
More? Oh, wow!
Five hundred?
If you want, I have more than 500.
-"If you want, I have more." - Mm-hmm.
Wanna fuck my ass?
Huh?
What?
You don't want to fuck me, right? Huh?
You came here to fucking fuck me, motherfucker?
- No, no. - Huh?
No, no, no. I'm not here to fuck you, all right?
I just-- I just want to sell my fish.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
- Tomorrow. Tomorrow. - Tomorrow?
Two. Hmm?
- Two kilos? - Shhh.
Two what?
- But you wanted two kilos, or...? - Shhh. Let's go back to the party.
- It's two kilos, right? - Come on, let's go.
- Two kilos, yeah? - Party won't start without Ian.
- You have to get tattoos. - Huh?
Watch and learn, my friend.
- I mean it. Get something tribal. - Please don't start.
- You wanna get girls or what? - Shut your mouth.
- I just sold two kilos. - You sold to Ian?
He held his fingers up like this.
- That's two kilos. - Two kilos?
Seriously, man, that's awesome!
Hey, girl, pretty face! So it's two shots of vodka with melon.
The entrepreneur here is paying.
- Here's my address. - Huh?
For Ian's order?
Yeah, okay.
But you can show up there whenever you want.
Shut up!
- No bullshit, all right? - Just some advice.
- Jesus Christ. - No, let me say it.
Just because you're unloved doesn't mean you can't get your brains fucked out.
- Stop playing at matchmaker, all right? - Sorry for trying to help you. Hold on.
How long have you had that passion for Sílvia?
Hey, no! We're not going to fucking talk about that.
If you want to continue chasing her, no problem.
You know I'll support you.
But we need to get some action in your bed, right?
Okay, man. Stop it, man. Let's drink!
Come on, if you don't want to be happy, at least have fun, man.
- Or do you want to join a convent? - Let's go, come on. Let's celebrate.
If I didn't know you, I'd say you were a virgin.
You should ask your cousin about that.
Wow. Now, since you don't fuck, at least try dancing.
Come on!
- What? - It smells like fish.
And you call yourself a fisherman.
I am, but I just wasn't expecting this. It's going to stain my bag.
- No, no, Rafael. Look, don't start that. - Just for the road.
No, no, no! Don't start. I need you sharp, all right?
God damn it.
Oh, fuck.
Okay. Ready?
Oh, fuck!
- Morning. We were looking for Bruna. - She's here.
She's my daughter. But who--
Wait a minute. You--
Wait a second. You're Rafael Medeiros?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Come in, Rafael!
Rafael Medeiros in my house!
Guys! Look, a celebrity is gracing us with his presence.
Santa Clara, number nine jersey, in '97-'98 season.
Excuse me, is Bruna outside or is she--
Uh, she must be asleep.
Rafael, what do you want to eat? Pork belly?
I have some linguiça from Flores.
Where's the bathroom?
It seems like I'm not the only one who doesn't know anyone here.
Yeah.
You gotta be kidding me.
Fuck this.
Fuck me!
It's the only cold drink I could find.
With this heat, that's not gonna be a problem.
- Can you point me to the bathroom? - Second door.
Got it.
Wait a minute, it's busy.
Come on! We have to leave, Rafael, hurry up!
- Can you fucking wait? Oh, fuck! - No waiting! We have to leave, man!
Is this the bathroom?
Somebody's already in there.
See if you can get a mop or something? 'Cause I spilled this shit everywhere.
Come on, Rafael, there are people waiting. Hurry.
- It's all over the place. - Shit.
Come on, there are people waiting.
Bro!
Thanks.
You forgot your manners.
Fuck, what a fucking nightmare.
Fucking shit!
Okay, okay.
All yours.
It was a goal for the ages, right?
For a second, I thought Luz Stadium was coming down.
- We have to leave, man. Come on. - You're going? But you haven't eaten yet.
Dad, we're going to the movies and we're late, so...
- Come on, let's leave. - What are you doing? Bruna's here!
We're at a cops' barbecue, fuckhead. Let's go.
- Have you lost your fucking mind? - Hey, hey, guys!
You're not leaving empty-handed.
Here. Take these linguiças with you.
- Thank you. - Hold up. I'll need that Tupperware back.
- I'll get it when I'm in Rabo de Peixe. - Okay, sounds good.
Rafael Medeiros, jersey number nine.
I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! I fell asleep.
Save it! Your dad is a cop, and you didn't think to tell us?
Led us to the sharks so we can be ripped apart?
Tell your boyfriend no deal, Bruna.
Oh, come on, Eduardo, wait!
What the fuck?
Fuck!
Fuckers!
Fuck!
Fuck you, asshole!
Shit!
Are you feeling this adrenaline, bro?
Huh? We were in a fucking cop's house, carrying coke!
- I can't go on with this shit, Rafael. - What the fuck?
- Those cops are fucking clueless. - Listen, dude.
We won't sell this shit anymore. It's fucking over!
Ah, bro, we've just begun. Fuck! We're going to get rich quick.
Rafael, a kid from Rabo de Peixe died sniffing this shit. You understand that?
"It's God's will, Rafael." That's what you said. God's will, remember?
That's what you said.
Lately, there have been a flood of overdoses.
Tell the unit we have an early start tomorrow.
Do you have to make so much noise?
Morning walk in Rabo de Peixe.
Exactly what I needed on a Sunday morning.
Right now?
We're going in strong.
Uh, I left you some food in the fridge.
Much of the Italian's drugs have yet to be seized.
We have search warrants to get into the houses,
hidden spots underneath the houses, sheds, attics, basements,
containers, and dollhouses, everything.
I want everywhere searched with a fine-tooth comb.
- Come on, Banha! - Fuck.
Hello?
Just a second, please.
Hey, Sílvia!
It's for you.
Come on!
Hello?
Sílvia, the judiciary police are coming to raid Rabo de Peixe.
Fuck.
- They're on their way here. - Eduardo, who is it?
The police.
Hands where I can see them! On the ground, on the ground!
- Police! - Hey, hey!
- What's going on? - Turn around!
Fuck!
Get on the floor!
Get down!
Stop!
Fuckers!
You motherfucker!
Ready.
It's not mine, please!
Fuck, come on, let's go!
Eduardo!
We have to stop, we have to stop!
Stop the boat!
MARITIME POLICE
Detective, nothing.
Detective Banha.
That backpack.
This one?
Sir, it's your container. It's already been washed.
All clear?
Okay, let's go.
Okay, Rafael, let's go.
Ready to go? Yeah?
Let's go.
What is this, Detective Frias?
Did you come here to arrest children and senior citizens?
Sir, we have to arrest the culprits, no matter who they are.
Did you see anyone selling?
These drugs washed up ashore by accident.
In the Azores, we don't make it a practice
to arrest our kids and elderly.
You'll have to release them. Now.
Judge's orders.
Let's go, let's go!
Fuck!
Detective Banha!
We have to let them all go.
Told you!
You heard the lady! Come on, come on, release me!
Ha! We're free to go, motherfuckers!
Let's get out of here, huh?
Ah...
Fucking little bitch.
That fucking little bitch. I know who fucking fucked us over.
Yes.
Fucking baker! You fucked us over.
I didn't say anything, Mr. Arruda.
Shh.
I didn't say anything.
I swear, Mr. Arruda, I didn't snitch.
I swear I didn't say anything.
Motherfucker!
- Anyway... - Fucking rat.
Right here.
Come on.
Pull!
It's there. It's there!
No, like this.
We are the real Ribeira Grande, ladies and gentlemen!
Fuck yeah, motherfuckers!
It's God's will! Never forget that, okay, Rafael?
God's will.
After winning the cocaine lottery,
and the miracle of escaping the police,
now, tell me,
why wouldn't Eduardo believe that, for the first time in his life,
God was on his side?
But on these islands,
the sun never shines for long.
Some unfortunates already have their destiny traced
the day they're born.
And there's nothing that God or the Devil can do for them.
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