We have to be like a flounder.
As invisible as a flounder.
Flounders are ugly as fuck.
Flounders don't win beauty pageants,
but they don't need to.
They just need to vanish. And that's what they did.
Hey! All of them, Rafael. Come on.
Is that it?
TURN OF THE TIDE
In an unprecedented police operation,
more than 360 kilos of cocaine were seized along the northern coast...
Way to go, Judiciary Police!
...in Rabo de Peixe.
The police say they've recovered
all the cargo transported by Francesco Bonino,
known as "The Italian,"
now in custody...
A toast to the brave officers of Ponta Delgada.
- To the JP! - Hurrah!
And to Detective Frias.
Without her decisive action,
we'd never have pulled off this extraordinary achievement.
Take a glass to the distinguished lady from the mainland.
With pleasure. Let's do it.
Detective Paula, congratulations.
Call the prison. I want to talk to Bonino.
This isn't over.
Honey, the boat broke down,
and we ended up on an island.
It's a cross between Sicily and Jurassic Park, the movie.
Remember all that vegetation?
We'll bring the kids here. They'll love it.
No, Gianluca's fine.
The cargo is in a safe place.
Your face is all over the newspapers.
On TV, the internet. It's everywhere, Francesco.
We're sending someone to get you out and recover the cargo.
Who's coming?
Monti.
Honey?
Hello?
Honey?
You're my sister. I want you to be safe, but you talk too much.
Your husband knows.
A captain always goes down with his ship.
I'd rather your children were orphaned than dishonored by their father.
- Hey, Italian. What's for lunch today? - Your sorella.
Is that pasta or pizza?
I don't think anyone is coming today either.
Right.
We have to be patient.
God moves in mysterious ways.
What's mysterious about it, Father?
A drunk is a drunk and always will be.
Drunks are human beings, Carlinhos. We can't abandon them.
Don't get me wrong.
They might even come here and ask for your help if you weren't so...
So divine, so flawless. You know?
Nobody wants to confess to a saint.
I'm no saint, Carlinhos.
Today's the day, Sílvia.
You'll see.
This year we'll get to keep the Holy Mother of the Legion of Mary.
Right.
- Legion of maniacs. - Show some respect.
We are Legionaries of Mary,
and today our Holy Mother will find out where her next home will be.
This year,
all your votes have decided our saint will go to...
- Me! - Bitch!
Elvira Dutra!
What a douche.
I've noticed you never drink. Not even the altar wine.
It's the theory of equilibrium. If a man isn't
getting any,
he has to drink. The Devil needs a way out.
Go on.
Maybe I'd be a good priest.
I like to help people.
Do they accept nancies like me in the seminary?
Nancies?
That's what the married men call me.
Nancy.
Is that wrong in the eyes of God, Father?
Of course not. God loves everyone equally.
And I'm sorry
that you've been treated that way.
I'm happy.
I've never let anyone make fun of me.
And I have the choir.
One day we'll go to the Vatican and sing for the Pope.
The Vatican is almost as small as Rabo de Peixe.
Really?
The Last Judgment frescoes on the Sistine Chapel ceiling
depict men kissing each other.
See if you like this.
But be warned. It's in English.
Your mother used to say
the Azores are the earth burning from the inside.
This is where I proposed to her.
I'd love to see this place again before I die.
Come inside.
It's late.
I love being here at this time of day.
My dearest Fátima.
Your mother would have been 44 years old today.
Every year on that day, they visited the grave.
And every year,
Eduardo promised his mother the same thing.
He would only go to America
after his father's eyesight was cured.
But after so long,
my boy no longer knew if it was a promise
or a life sentence.
Look at that scruffy scoundrel!
- Feliciano? - You must be the little tyke.
Your dad called you that in America.
Feliciano Gomes.
Feliciano's Canned Goods.
Shall we have lunch?
Tuna, squid, limpets, sardines.
Little tyke, your father and I went to America together.
We started at the bottom. I sold vaclinas,
and your dad was a janitor.
He cleaned houses. Mainly bathrooms, right?
Know what a vaclina is, young man?
That's what you call them here.
I've never seen anyone learn American as quickly as your father.
I immediately wanted him to be my business partner.
But he didn't want that. He said,
"Canned fish is for the Portuguese."
"The Portuguese eat sardines."
He was wrong.
If there's one thing Americans admire,
it's our tuna, as they call it.
And they pay right away!
On the spot!
...me, your father, and your uncle Joe,
we were movie stars.
Will Arruda be much longer?
You mean your dad?
How much longer?
Looks nice here, don't you think?
I worked hard to bring the Virgin Mary home.
Speaking of Mary...
I got my Bloody Mary. Do you have anything?
- Benfica are playing at home. - Did they win?
I got my period. Do you have a tampon?
Why didn't you say so?
No more waiting for the hospital.
Come to America with me. Have your surgery there.
- No. - I'll pay.
Feliciano!
You've already bought us lunch, and I'm grateful.
I don't want to owe you.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Eduardo! - I'm here, Dad.
- I want to go home. - Come on.
There.
Little tyke!
Come here.
Go on. Take one.
A box, you scoundrel!
Little tyke,
your dad's a very proud man, and that destroyed him.
But I can help, okay?
Don't be like your dad.
It won't end well.
Don't let Feliciano's offers fool you.
- It wasn't America that made him rich. - So what did?
His scams.
America does that to men. It corrupts them.
You never told me you cleaned bathrooms in America.
I got dirty, but my soul was clean.
I slept with a clear conscience.
One more reason to accept Feliciano's help.
He can afford to pay for your surgery.
If I were to die now, I could face God with dignity.
You think Feliciano can say the same?
Mom?
- Hey, Mom! - I'm coming.
Come here.
Look.
Sílvia, why is the Virgin here?
Doesn't she look great there?
But I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in ten years.
What about mass?
I pretend to drink.
But you can't tell anyone.
After all, a priest is just a man.
By the powers vested in me by the holy church,
I absolve you of all your sins.
This is all I need!
- I am so stoned. - It's a big one.
Everything's moving.
Jesus of Nazareth, the son of God,
suffered on the cross for two hours, then it was eternal peace and love.
But in the Azores there's no respite. This is purgatory.
Carlos.
This will be catastrophic.
Fuck.
You see, son?
Life is a loan.
We're just passing through.
It's worse than before.
I said I was good at handicrafts, but I can't work miracles.
- This is almost a miracle. - We'll all be excommunicated.
Sílvia.
Get the door.
Fuck.
Are you okay? How are you, Sílvia?
What happened to you?
No. This can't happen.
Right.
Nothing good ever happens here, does it?
Isn't that what you say?
Who is it?
What's up?
Flounder season is over.
- We're back in business. - Finally!
Life is just a loan.
We're just passing through.
Earthquakes don't just shake the earth.
They also shake us to the very core.
We feel our helplessness,
our weakness, our shame.
Our rage.
Hello? Zinha?
Listen. Where's the statue?
I'm so glad you're driving, sweetie.
This fucking sciatica is getting on my nerves.
Sciatica literally is a nerve.
Elvira is more of a pain.
I'm only doing this so those crusaders won't bother Mom.
But I'm your father. I can help you.
"I'm your father."
Started the job today, did you?
Come on, Zinha.
Zinha, my ass!
My name's Sílvia.
The last birthday you spent with me, I was what, seven?
Yeah, I remember. I took you to see that deer movie.
-Bambi. - Bambi. Exactly.
Then you gave me a shotgun.
And took me rabbit hunting. Nice childhood memory.
I know what I am and what I'm not.
I also know I wasn't much of a father.
But there's still time for me to get to know you better.
I'm serious, sweetie. I'd like to know what food you like,
if you dye your hair like that very often, the kind of music you like.
Really? Do you really want to know?
Okay, then.
I like sex.
A lot.
But the guys around here don't know how to go down on a girl.
So if you add the squares of the legs, you get...
The hypotenuse. You win a prize!
The diagonal line. We learned that.
Exactly.
You have to do your homework so you don't fall behind, see?
Yes, but only for right triangles.
Sorry, Sara. We'll continue some other time.
All right? Do you mind?
Okay. Thanks.
Take care.
Let's go.
You were right. Your daughter's geometry is very poor.
I'm relying on you to change that.
May I come in?
How's it going, Agostinho?
How the fuck are you?
My friend here used to be known as "Foamy."
Always had that white stuff in the corner of your mouth.
- This is my beautiful daughter. - Hello.
- Our local soccer star. - Hi.
Tell these guys how we met.
In the army. Some great years.
But if this fucker hadn't helped me, I'd still be in basic training.
There you go!
Let's see the damage.
Look at that. They broke her head and fucked up her little hands.
- It's... - Look here.
Our Lady's all fucked up.
She's fucked.
They fucked up her head. Look at that.
- Our Lady's busted up. - She's all fucked up.
All smashed up.
- Who does this to a saint? - Look at the bottom.
I can't do anything with this. Wait a second.
There.
A miracle.
So much fuss about a statue, and in the end...
Sweetie, you don't have to thank Dad.
Thanks... Dad.
Rafael, hurry the fuck up.
Get this crap out of here.
Agostinho!
- Damn! - Let's go.
- The boats are ready, Detective. - Let's go.
Did you feel the quake?
Yes.
No, don't stop. Don't stop!
Fuck.
A 4.2 on the Richter scale.
It was pretty weak.
Yeah.
Pretty weak.
COAST GUARD
Speak now. Go on.
Bruna, I want to say sorry.
Hold up, man. It's freaking me out a little.
What is?
You standing there, clutching your bag.
You look like The Crying Boy. Sit down.
There you go. Do you want a cookie?
Stop it.
Okay.
- What I want to say-- - Wait.
Speak now.
I want to apologize.
Fucking hell!
Fuck.
I was in a house full of cops with two kilos of cocaine in my bag.
You must have shat your fucking panties.
If you hadn't warned Sílvia about the police raid,
I'd be in jail for sure.
You'd be picking up meat soap bars
with your ass cheeks in the prison at Ponta Delgada.
This thick.
I had no way of giving you this to thank you for what you did.
That's very nice. A noble gesture.
Hey! What's yours is mine, what's mine is mine.
Here we go.
This is the best present I've ever had in my entire life.
Except for the bike with training wheels when I was five.
Peace and love?
Peace and love.
Have your breakfast. Go on.
Hey.
What's that look for? Come here. Come to Daddy.
Hey.
Better now? There you go.
We're friends now, aren't we?
You can cut the bullshit.
Stop pretending you're the Mahatma Gandhi of coke,
and tell us once and for all why you're really here.
I need a buyer.
You know, Detective, most outsiders feel trapped on the island.
The sea is a barrier to them.
Funnily enough, we feel the opposite.
It's a way out.
Don't worry.
I feel freer in the Azores than in Lisbon.
Is this where you hid the coke?
I never said I hid the drugs.
I said I saw people hide them here.
Those are two different things. Maybe we misunderstood each other.
Detective, maybe your Italian isn't all that great.
It's good enough for me to realize I've been taken for a ride.
The five steps are
cutting, weighing, packing,
concealing, and transporting.
Stop it!
As far as concealing goes, we've seen it all.
Movies are great for that.
Some people smuggle coke up their asses.
But not here.
We put stuff up our asses strictly for fun.
Listen up.
Fucking listen up!
Ian's buyer needs the coke on the mainland.
He wants it in a shipping container.
Question.
How do we send five kilos of cocaine without anyone suspecting?
This Italian is as slippery as an eel.
He said in the interrogation he had half a ton on the boat.
We found another 300-odd kilos in the raid.
Now he says the drugs aren't his.
Bonino's lies reveal more than they hide.
He knows perfectly well we have proof.
- But someone shut him up. - Who?
- Yes.
The real drug owners, Francisco.
There's a lot of coke left on the island. The Italians are coming for it.
LAST KNOWN LOCATION
It's here. Stop!
One man's trash is another man's treasure.
There's another box in the truck. Go and get it!
Carlinhos! Go and get the other box.
Ian needs the shipment today.
Isn't she splendid?
Hoping she'll tell you the secrets of Fátima?
- She's going in there. - Go.
Eduardo.
Eduardo, we've got company.
Top of the morning to you!
Fuck me.
What's up, Wednesday? All good?
Also known as "Mr. Fucking Indecisive."
- What's up, hotshot? - All good.
My gorgeous daughter, Zinha.
Hey, Zinha.
My darling daughter.
I woke up today dying to go to the movies.
But movies nowadays are on video and tape.
There used to be a movie theater in Rabo de Peixe.
I used to go once a week.
Remember, Zinha?
You saw Bambi there for the first time.
It had barely started.
A couple of minutes in, rat-a-tat!
Bambi's mom dies. They killed her.
You fucking cried your eyes out.
You know what my favorite movie is?
Dirty Harry.
I've always liked guys who take the law into their own hands.
Sweetie, do you have that one?
Go get it.
What was the detective's name? It was--
It was Harry Callahan.
You can't fucking help yourself, can you?
Think you're smarter than the rest of us.
- Maybe because he is. - Zip it, homo! Am I talking to you?
- The homo will beat you three to a pulp! - Fucking shame on you!
Quiet.
Perhaps today
I'd rather see a movie
with a happy ending.
That's enough.
The world's so full of shit. So much tragedy.
Take our friend here, for example.
He got careless
and fell into one of those holes in the Furnas.
As if that weren't enough,
in Rabo de Peixe they call him "Chicken Zé"!
He's perfectly done. We just need to shred him and pop him in the soup!
But happy endings do exist, don't they, Zé? Don't they?
When I was a kid,
a stray dog on my street would come into our yard every night
and try to mangle a chicken or two.
My dad tried to poison it a good three times.
The fucking dog survived all three.
Then one day, we opened the door and fed it.
The fucker lived with us for 12 years.
I never saw
such a grateful animal.
I'm telling you, walking away from a hole in the Furnas?
Fuck me. Fucking fuck me!
Because it wasn't his time.
And who am I to go against God's will?
And the Holy Spirit's.
You fucking know me.
You know that when someone's hurting,
I don't walk away.
I don't fucking walk away.
This fucking sciatica. I can barely stand up.
I can't drive. I need a driver.
Chicken Zé would be jobless if it weren't for me.
Right?
Hello!
What were you thinking, you fucking morons?
That Agostinho wouldn't tell me the blow was in the statues?
I was going to tell you--
Hey, boss!
Where's the fucking blow?
- There's no more. - You're lying!
- Stop! Leave him alone! - Where's the fucking coke?
- I know where the coke is. - Where?
- Let him go! - Fucking tell me where it is.
- Stop that. - Boss, get the coke. It's in the back.
The Penetrator!
Edward Penishands.
A Clockwork Orgy.
And that one.
Snow White and the Seven Hunks.
Watch your fucking mouth in front of my daughter.
Right.
Sorry, Sílvia.
That's all there is.
That's all, boss. I swear by the holy--
Am I fucking talking to you? I'm not, am I?
Wednesday,
if I find out you're hiding shit from me, you'll be the first in the oven.
- You hiding anything from me? - No, I'm not.
- Is there more coke? - There's no more, Mr. Arruda.
There really isn't.
What's this, then?
Motherfucker.
My boy Eduardo knew
we often have to pretend to be lambs
so that later we can be the wolves we've always wanted to be.
Mom, where's the priest?
I don't know. We haven't seen him yet.
Father!
Father, wake up!
They're all waiting for you.
After so many years of not giving in to temptation,
the priest had started drinking heavily again
to relieve his guilt.
Sure enough,
the Devil needs a way out.
Carlos.
- No, Carlos. - Inhale. Just a little.
Come on.
Okay. One more.
One more.
The father's on his way.
Let's go.
Father, stand up.
They're all waiting for you.
Come on.
I am an embarrassment in the eyes of the Lord.
Father, look at me.
On the day of the quake,
you said no human being should be abandoned.
God forsakes no one. And you can't abandon these people either.
They're waiting, and they need you.
They need you, Father.
May God forgive me.
Just a little more.
Just one more.
Unto Christ, our heavenly King
Alleluia
Who endured the cross and grave
Alleluia
Sinners to redeem and save
Alleluia
Brothers and sisters,
so that we may celebrate the holy mysteries fittingly,
let us recognize that we are all sinners.
I confess to almighty God...
And to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have greatly sinned
in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and failed to do.
Through my fault, my most...
My most grievous...
faul--
Eduardo!
While we're distracted buying stuff, the people in charge just do what...
You think too much, Eduardo. It's just a movie.
The Matrix isn't just a movie.
Eduardo!
The priest had a nosebleed and keeled over in church.
Fuck.
Tony Montana.
Tony Montana, from Scarface.
He went down because he used his nose instead of his head.
What now?
We use our heads.
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz