Cocaine for Beginners, an instruction manual.
It's not just the depraved who like to snort.
The cool judge who only gave you a suspended sentence.
The personal trainer that believes he has Jesus Christ in his heart.
The doctor who saved your son's life.
TURN OF THE TIDE
Detective, your cell phone's off.
- You came here to tell me that? - The regional secretary summoned you.
- What for? - To talk about the case.
I don't report to him.
It's a courtesy towards the local authorities.
The Micaelense Club!
Formal attire!
I'm returning this.
The beginning's a bit shitty,
but it has an interesting plot twist.
Let's get it done this time.
I don't want to see anyone else today.
The amount is correct. Let's schedule your father's surgery.
Let's do it.
Hello?
I'm on my way.
The regional secretary will have to wait.
- The collateral damage of snorting blow. - Fuck me!
Ego trips and delusions of grandeur.
Every coke addict is a bullfighter who's never stepped into a bullring.
Sandrinho, Rapexinho, rascal champion.
Your first gig in Rabo de Peixe will be historic!
I've had posters made and put up.
This is the stage.
Rafael, man.
I came here to see my family, man.
Thanks for lunch, but I didn't come here to do shows.
- My manager's not here. - I'm your manager.
Your son will be rich by the time he's one!
We'll conquer the fucking mainland together.
We'll do America, play in the major leagues!
No buts, for fuck's sake!
I'll make you the most famous guy in the Azores!
More fucking famous than Nelly! I rented all this shit for you.
But that's a karaoke machine. You can't do a gig with that, champ.
I already told you. I didn't come here to do a show, man.
Two thousand dollars.
Sandrinho.
Me, you,
and this beautiful babe with pink hair,
we're going to put Rabo de Peixe on the fucking map.
It's Sandrinho, Rapexinho, rascal champion
Dad, is everything okay?
The hospital called, Dad. They've scheduled your surgery.
Wasn't it in three months?
Yes, but the waiting list was so long, they're sending you to a private clinic.
- How much will it cost? - Nothing.
You'll have the surgery at a clinic, but you won't pay for it.
- Are you sure there's no funny stuff? - Yes, I'm sure.
It's all aboveboard. You can trust me.
The fingerprints are too far gone.
Judging by the cut,
the forearm was severed with a saw.
The phalanges, metacarpal and radius are fractured.
Torture?
I would say a violent fall.
And considering what I found in his hand,
I'd say he was run over.
Windshields are made so they'll shatter on impact.
Do you have the photos?
Thank you.
My daughter picked them out.
Thank you.
Detective, may I come in?
- Yes. - Feet feeling better?
The Italian police replied.
Gianluca Rossi, nephew of Sicilian Mafia godfather Massimo Occhipinti.
No wonder he had a centipede tattoo.
Several witnesses saw this man with Bonino.
I thought he'd escaped, but he's probably dead.
The question is why.
Francesco Bonino lost the drugs,
and Gianluca was a witness and a threat.
On the contrary.
Gianluca was the godfather's nephew.
- He wasn't a threat. He was insurance. - Who else wanted Gianluca dead?
Someone who wanted to keep the drugs.
But for now, let's forget the "who"
and think about the "how."
According to the coroner, this arm indicates he was run over.
The weapon is a car.
What would you do if you'd run someone over like that?
A friend at college crashed into a tree while drunk.
He left the car and went home.
The next day,
he reported the theft to the police.
I'm on it.
...a married woman. The husband beat her. A real mess.
The broad left him and put an ad in the paper.
"Respectable woman seeks man who won't beat her,
but who is also good in bed."
One day, the doorbell rings--
Any news on the rest of the drugs?
Excuse me.
You won't accept it, but apparently we got everything in the raid.
The doorbell rings--
Shouldn't whoever finishes the coffee make a fresh pot?
That was me. Sorry, Detective.
One day, the doorbell rings,
and it's a disabled guy with no arms and no legs.
He says, "Hi. I've come about the ad."
"As you can see, I'm incapable of beating anyone."
And she says, "But I also asked for a guy who was good in bed."
And the disabled guy says, "How do you think I rang the doorbell?"
Bring us a bottle of champagne.
And a plate of fried peckers with pansy sauce. For him.
- Fried! - Guys, listen.
Eduardo sent you these.
They're all charged, and...
I put my number in yours.
Can I call you, or will someone else pick up?
Since we're in a gift-giving mood,
I've brought you a little present too.
Carlinhos.
Remember this name. Sandro G.
He'll go down in Azorean history.
And as a businessman and his manager,
I'll be the first to invest in him.
- Thank you. - Nice to meet you.
- Who's going to taste? - Me!
You don't need to apologize for standing me up this morning.
We Azoreans are quite used to waiting for mainlanders.
It was over 400 years
before a Portuguese king deigned to visit the archipelago.
Mr. Secretary, I came here to solve a case, not for a history lesson.
I don't think the nickname the local cops have given you
does you justice.
You are one hot-blooded lady.
But let me finish.
- A drink, sir? - No, thank you.
The notion of the Azores versus the mainland
may be a romantic one,
but I happen to be a pragmatist.
We haven't invested in isolationism.
We've invested in tourism.
As such,
we can't afford to be associated with drug trafficking.
I spoke to the minister in Lisbon. We're on the same page.
If you're unable to close this case and control the local police,
you'll be replaced by someone who can.
Have a good evening, Detective.
How are you?
Whiskey? I bet the meeting went well.
What's my nickname, Francisco?
You know cops. It's just talk.
What is it? Tell me.
Frigid Paula. It's a play on your name.
Frigid, Frias.
Frigid.
Detective, they call me "Seagull"
because I never shut up.
A nickname can be considered a compliment. Take it as a compliment.
Thank you, Francisco.
I'm nervous.
Think about the first thing you want to see.
I don't know, son.
I can't remember what it's like to see the world.
I'm so sorry about the delay.
Dr. Mamede is feeling a little under the weather.
What's that noise?
My watch alarm.
Dr. Noronha will do the surgery.
Will you come with me, Mr. Jeremias?
Dad,
it's going to be okay, you hear?
I'll be here waiting for you.
You're a good son.
Hello?
Our contact at Interpol
has located the owner of the car.
Do you recognize the owner of the stolen car?
- No. - What about the person who reported it?
Morning, all.
My father's blindness was always my cross to bear.
But now with this business, it could come in handy.
Out of sight, out of mind.
You know the saying, "Be careful what you wish for"?
It happened to me.
I'm never careful about what I wish for.
But tell me.
What do you wish for?
What do I wish for? To go to America.
Then go.
It's not that simple, Bruna.
What did you do first with the money you earned?
Paid for my father's surgery.
Your dad's going to see again thanks to you.
You don't owe anyone anything. Quite the opposite.
- What if he finds out what I'm up to? - Eduardo.
It's time you enjoyed what's rightfully yours.
Here or in America.
I said "enjoy."
We have an hour.
What do you want to do?
And now,
half the island is fucking mad at me.
Because the fucking merchandise is ruined!
Go fuck yourself.
Listen up.
What did you cut the coke with?
A product I ordered from America. Why?
How to cut the product.
You have to mix pure cocaine with something
so that one kilo becomes three or four.
Use painkillers,
talcum powder, or creatine.
But never ever use anything that will hurt your customers.
Laxatives?
God bless.
So cute.
You're a dumb motherfucker.
You're fucking dumb!
Since you're a silly little boy, and you fucked up,
you know what's gonna happen?
You're gonna take the fish and throw it overboard.
- And lose a ton of dough? - You lose.
That's right. You lose.
I don't.
Who fucked up? The little boy did.
Since you fucked up, you pay for the crap you caused. Got it?
A word with you.
You're talented.
Do you want a drink?
I'm parched as fuck.
- Rafael, give that back. It's mine! - Wait.
Very pretty indeed.
But if you think all it takes to win a pageant is a pretty face,
a bikini, and pink hair, you're mistaken.
You need to suck a lot of peckers!
Is that what you did to play for Santa Clara? Suck a few peckers?
Fuck.
Listen.
Got any photos of your girlfriend naked?
No.
Want some?
No.
Sílvia!
I'm gonna get seriously high.
Fuck.
Fucking hell. This has never happened before.
Kiss me on the lips.
Fuck it.
This has never happened before.
- No kiss? Where are you going? - Home. I haven't been back for--
- Kiss me. - Leave me the fuck alone!
Fuck me. Fucking bitch!
Honey, I swear this shit...
What's up, champ?
Go over there and buy whatever those fucking kids are selling.
Here.
- Do this with your hand. - Do I have to?
Of course. Put your hand out like this.
Of course you do. How else will I know if this shit is coke or table salt?
Here.
- It's really coke. - It is, right?
Hey, kid! Come here.
Get in.
Do I have to fucking pull you in by your balls?
- I need a bathroom. - Be quiet.
What's up?
Where did you get this, kid?
I don't remember, sir.
Hold this.
You don't remember?
Where did you get that shit?
I really need a bathroom.
Where are you going?
Look. He's shitting himself!
He shat himself! You shat yourself!
As my mom always says, "Cleanliness is next to godliness."
Afternoon.
- The men do nothing? - Who do you think goes out to sea?
The Holy Christ.
I don't get why you didn't tell your dad the car was stolen.
- He's the owner, after all. - On paper.
I drive it. He hasn't driven in years.
Mr. Jeremias, does your son usually lie?
My son doesn't lie.
He omitted the truth.
Do you know this man?
- No. - No?
- No. - What's this about?
I showed your son the photo of an Italian drug trafficker
who disappeared in Rabo de Peixe when Eduardo reported the theft.
The Italian stole the car?
He was the owner of the drugs that washed ashore, Mr. Jeremias.
I don't understand.
I'm sure your son can explain.
Right, Eduardo?
Isn't that your job?
I don't know. Start by searching for the car?
I'm going to do just that.
But I'll give you some advice.
Tell me everything you know first.
When I find your car, it'll speak for you. You'll be in deep trouble.
I'll be powerless to help you.
Talk to me when you want.
You're a man of faith, Mr. Jeremias.
Tell your son there's no absolution without repentance.
Good afternoon.
How did you pay for the surgery?
- Dad. - The truth!
- I'd rather you were in jail than a thief. - I could be in America.
But I'm stuck here because of you.
I clean the floor when you piss on it.
I wash your clothes and serve your food.
I do all that, and I've never complained, have I? Not once.
Now you're going to see again because I paid for your surgery.
So with all due respect, I don't owe you an explanation.
- If your mother was here. - But she isn't, Dad!
She isn't.
I wish she was here too,
but maybe she'd still be alive if we weren't so poor.
How dare you!
Dad, when I was little and you punished me,
you told me that everything you did was for my own good.
I didn't believe you,
but I listened to you.
I'm telling you the same thing now. Everything I do is for your own good.
When I had him in my belly,
I imagined what his little face would be like.
But when he was born,
I imagined what it would be like when he started walking
or talking.
A mother never wants her child to grow up quickly,
but she also obsesses about what he'll be like in the future.
But what kind of man will a boy who grows up without a mother be?
That I'll never know.
Do you think Eduardo killed Gianluca?
We'll see, like the blind man said.
Petxeno, his father's blind. Get it?
The only thing worse than a mainlander mimicking an Azorean accent...
Is what?
There's nothing worse than a mainlander
mimicking what they think an Azorean accent is.
You're all so sensitive.
- Put that away. My treat. - I'm going.
Put it away, Francisco.
In Faial they say, "Steer clear of a bearded woman."
So as well as being frigid,
now I have a beard?
If you want to humor the detectives, drop the whip and buy them a drink.
- You're fucking late! - Fuck, Rafael.
- What's up? - What's up?
- What is it? - The cops were at my house.
They have a photo of the Italian.
- They found the Italian? - No, but they're on my case.
Then why are you bugging me?
- It's an important day for me. - This is important.
What I have to say is more important. Please sit down.
I've made an important life decision.
I'm going to propose to Sílvia.
And I want you to be my best man.
Rafael, this is no time for weddings. I shouldn't need to say that.
How about, "Congrats. I'm happy for you. I'd love to be your best man"?
Congratulations. I accept.
Thank you. I love you so fucking much!
It's not because I'm high. I love you.
But if I don't put a ring on her, the filly may bolt. Got it?
Everybody dances at the party
I always go to the party
Tomorrow I'll go to the party
I always go to the party
I am the champion I used to rob and steal
I may not be the strongest But I do not yield
I'm from São Miguel And there's no dough
Only Rapexinhos With their ink on show
Boats on the water Fish on the docks
Never-ending joints This crazy life rocks
Little boys sing I'm not gonna weep
I don't need to be rich To sail the deep
When I slice the bread There's milk in the bowl
My grandpa's always digging those holes
Everyone around me Wants all my dough
But down in São Miguel There ain't no homos
Just fools with neckties And burned dishes...
Look at her!
New shoes! How much were they? Just a sip. Thanks.
- I need to talk to you. - What do you want, kid? Fuck off!
What happened to your face?
Arruda caught me selling your drugs and did this to me.
You can go.
Rafael?
- They're all here! - I want to talk to you. Come on!
They're all... Fuck!
So we wouldn't lose money!
What kind of logic is that? Where's your head at?
You get kids to sell fucked up coke just to cover up your shit?
You're the fucking village priest now, are you?
How you've changed!
- Wednesday, mama's boy-- - Don't talk about my mother!
Your problem is you can't handle my fame.
Your fame?
- Stop that shit! You're like two kids. - Some fame that is!
Now I just fucking pity you!
The drugs are going to your head!
- Sílvia, let's go. - Am I some dog you order about?
I'll leave when I feel like it. Got it?
Fucking moron!
Sílvia, what about you? When was the last time you slept?
You too?
Everybody wants to be my fucking dad.
I don't want to be your dad.
I've always wanted to be something else.
But not like this. Not the way you are now, Sílvia.
Have you seen Eduardo?
Eduardo!
My Scandinavian friends are loaded.
Listen! This is important.
They want to fucking buy all of it.
They're gonna buy it all from us!
Who the fuck is "us"?
Are we partners? Is this a club now? Get a fucking grip!
It's not funny. You think this is funny?
Rabo de Peixe!
I'm from Rabo de Peixe But don't get funked
A jug makes me thirsty I'm just a drunk
Look at my pistol I ain't never been to school
Strolling down the street Selling Coca-Cola cool
I'll be gone soon But it may be a while
Blood pumping through my heart This life is wild
Mother, don't cry This is all for you
When I was in jail...
Are you freaking out or what?
Get the fuck out!
- Fucking hit me! Come on! - Get out!
It's okay, Mike! Come here.
You're dead, motherfucker.
This life was not for me
I'm not gonna cry
This life was not for me
I'm not gonna cry
This life was not for me
The government and the cops Come here to suck my pecker
Fucking dickhead You're weak, you have no style
I'm out on the streets From sunup to moonrise
From night to day From day to night
It's never gonna stop I'm out of my mind
What do you feel when you do that?
Curious, are you?
I feel beautiful.
And sexy.
And euphoric.
As if I were a rocket heading into space.
And so horny.
Sílvia, please.
Sílvia, fucking wake up!
Fuck it, Sílvia!
FIRE DEPARTMENT
Please!
See if they have news about my daughter.
You were always a son to me.
But there's some crap not even a father can put up with.
Help me.
I'm a fucking piece of shit.
I'm a piece of shit.
I only hurt the people I love.
I feel a weight on top of me.
Fuck.
Help me.
Very well. I'll help you.
I'll relieve you of that weight.
Look at me.
Now you have to fucking tell me everything.
Okay?
Good morning, Mr. Jeremias.
Being a good father means that doing the right thing
sometimes makes you feel bad.
Eduardo, this gentleman says you have something that belongs to him.
I'm sorry, Mr. Jeremias.
Swear on what is most sacred to you that you'll give back what you took.
I swear by the Holy Christ, Dad.
I still feel the ground beneath my feet
Where my grandparents
Used to dance the pezinho
Black basalt runs through my veins
And memories of quakes and volcanoes
That's why I'm from the Misty Isles
Where seagulls
Come to kiss the land
Whales.
- What? - Whales!
Fucking whales!
Come and see.
The north wind's coming, Dad.
You have to leave Rabo de Peixe.
I'm not leaving you here alone.
- I'll be fine. - And my friends?
Think about yourself.
The Italian won't quit until he gets what's his.
Here you're a dead man.
Go get your things.
Problems follow you and will never leave you be.
- I need your help. - I don't want trouble.
It's not for me.
It's for the boy.
Thank you, Joe.
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz