I'm not gonna cry
That life was not for me
I'm not gonna cry
That life was not for me
There, there, Sílvia.
- Zinha. - The nightmare's over.
What's he doing here?
Your father and I have been talking. You'll be staying with him for a while.
- Until you recover. - You're both insane.
You're out of control, Sílvia.
You need a man's hand to straighten you out.
Believe me, this is as hard for me as it is for you.
- You're as bad as her. - It's the truth.
Fuck.
TURN OF THE TIDE
This pasta alla pompino is delicious.
This shit's better than coke.
We'll miss you around here.
You're being transferred to Lisbon.
To Lisbon? Why?
The mainlanders want to ship you back home.
Are you sure?
Positive.
Hey! That's way too much.
It's just a bit more.
- Give Zinha some. - Your daughter has refined taste.
No way. While you're in this house, you're not touching this stuff.
We don't want those problems here.
Wine isn't cocaine.
Zinha, wine is cocaine. So is beer.
Everything around you is cocaine.
Got it? For you, everything is cocaine.
You'll keep fucking up until you get that.
Even the fucking cell phone is cocaine.
I heard that you could help me.
That you can get me out of this shithole.
If you give me the recipe for pasta alla pompino.
That recipe is a secret.
Italian, we'll trade one recipe for another.
Very well. Desperate times
call for desperate measures.
How do I get out of here?
See that wall over there?
- That one? - Yes.
You just have to jump.
If you just have to jump, why are you still here?
Things are worse outside than in here.
Bills, commitments,
alarm clocks, paperwork.
I'd have to be crazy to leave here.
Look at that! Amazing!
Beautiful Zinha!
A woman has to defend herself, right?
There you go.
Thanks for the gift.
And for remembering my birthday.
No one else did.
Hey, what's wrong?
What's the matter?
I haven't heard from Rafael for days.
His cell phone's off.
No one here knows where he is.
Sometimes that's not a bad thing.
You find out who your real friends are
when shit like that happens.
Rafael's not my friend. He's my boyfriend.
What did he do when you went to hospital?
Ran away like a rat, didn't he? What do you have left?
Your fucking family. We never abandoned you.
You're one to talk about abandonment.
Take that!
People show their true colors when the shit hits the fan.
Am I fucking right or what?
- May I? - Of course.
No one should dine alone.
You're an optimist, Francisco.
But if life usually starts with a good breakfast,
it often ends with a dreadful dinner.
Let me guess. That's the title of your autobiography.
This may brighten your dinner.
A list of hospital overdose admissions.
Among them, this girl.
- From Rabo de Peixe? - A native Rapexinha.
Sílvia Arruda. Rafael Medeiros's girlfriend.
I thought the white powder was for headaches.
You really expect me to believe that?
I had one hell of a migraine that night.
- And who gave you this white powder? - I don't remember.
It was confusing. The noise, the lights.
There were a lot of strangers there.
So you take medication from strangers?
I used to, back when I trusted people.
Don't worry. I've learned my lesson.
You can go.
If you get your memory back, we'll speak again.
Some things are best forgotten.
Fucking Arruda is allergic to the police.
He said he'll give me money for the cab.
He's right, though.
At times like these, you find out who your real friends are.
Don't say that.
Any day now,
Rafael will show up totally hungover
with his tail between his legs.
I'm not talking about Rafael.
I mean Eduardo.
He got us into this mess.
All those speeches and promises.
And he's the first to bail.
Something must have happened.
The Eduardo I know wouldn't leave us.
Besides, I'm still here.
I'm your friend for life.
And this, child,
you won't get from Rafael and Eduardo put together! Check it out!
Are you done with it?
Of course! Here.
And the moola?
Here it is.
All good?
All good.
Don't forget you still owe me the recipe for pasta alla pompino.
I won't forget.
The who?
The Magnussons.
They're Scandinavian. They're going to kill Ian.
And who's this...
Ian?
Ian's my boyfriend.
He promised them drugs. They paid and the drugs disappeared.
Hey, you!
You pig. You don't understand anything. I am waiting for you.
Wait.
Your boyfriend sold drugs to some guys called Magnusson?
Like that dude that played for Benfica?
The blondie.
Bruna, don't worry.
You can speak freely.
My father knows everything.
Eduardo and Rafael were also in on the deal.
They've vanished.
You don't understand Swedish?
And the drugs never arrived.
Maybe they fled because they didn't deliver.
The Magnussons went to Ian's house.
Not that one.
That one has a cool design.
And threatened to kill him.
They said we have one week to deliver the goods.
You can help, can't you?
I'm not involved in this, sweetie.
But I am.
Bruna's my friend.
She helped me when I needed it.
Good grief.
Ian, I went to get help.
Since when do I need help?
Fuck me!
Did you guys have a party here?
Sit down, you fucking homo.
You talk to me like that in my house?
Will you sit down
or shall I break one of your arms? Sit.
Playboy, do you have a dog around here?
I do, but it went to the café to get cigarette papers.
It'll be right back.
We have a funny guy.
So tell me, funny guy.
How much do you owe the Scandinavians?
Sixty thousand.
Sixty thousand what? Escudos?
Really?
I don't sell cough drops, do I?
- Sixty thousand euros. - Sixty thousand euros?
How many kilos did you promise them?
Two kilos for 60,000 euros. Fucking hell.
Are you fucking with me?
Let me explain.
I met these people
when I lived in Copenhagen.
- They're-- - Give me some popcorn. Here.
Take some.
Thirty thousand euros a kilo?
They're businessmen.
Thirty thousand euros for one kilo?
And they'll pay more.
They'll pay more if I want.
They're trustworthy.
They came running when I told them.
And they fucked up your house?
Those are two different things.
- Sit the fuck down! - Let go of me!
Sit down!
Let go of me!
Let go!
Motherfucker!
How many kilos do you think those dudes will take?
Want me to ask you again?
As many as we want to sell.
Right here
we have dollars, motherfucker.
Now fucking get to work.
- Want one? - No, thanks. I have some.
Let's fucking go.
Move!
Let's go!
Today's the day, playboy.
Scram!
Move!
Move it!
Speed up!
I don't see the truck. Where'd the fucker go?
I see them now.
Fucking dollars!
- Let's go. - They're armed.
So are we.
Go!
It's flour and sugar!
Hey! Calm down!
While everyone was looking the other way,
my boy Eduardo was doing his big trick.
You have to leave Rabo de Peixe.
I'm not leaving you here alone.
I'll be fine. The Italian won't give up until he gets what's his.
Here you're a dead man. Go get your things.
I need your help.
No. I mean it.
Are you a bit calmer now?
Him and his fucking dog.
That's the plan.
We have to help him.
Ian, you'll get your cut.
Really?
If I get my cut, you can camp in the lounge for all I care.
Take a shit with the door open. Whatever you want.
Come here.
- I don't feel like it. - Sure you do. Come here.
Eduardo.
Are you okay?
We don't have much time. I'm at my dad's house.
Where's Rafael?
I saw Rafael with your father and Zé in the trawler.
They took all the drugs.
Listen.
I have a plan.
Yes. I got it all.
Take care.
I've got to go. Bye.
Zinha, how are you?
One day at a time, right?
This type of scam has three steps.
Planning,
execution,
and last but not least,
escape.
- Where did you learn that? - Stick to the plan, we get our stuff back.
Are you losing it?
Be quiet.
It's fake.
A prop.
We're putting on a show,
so we need good props.
Right, Carlinhos?
Are you sure it's going to work?
The planning's done.
If the planning's done,
let's get it executed.
I have something for you.
So you can play Snake.
Zé.
I know you were on the boat with my dad and Rafael.
I just need to know what happened to Rafael.
I know you think my dad's a good boss.
But that's not kindness. It's power.
Everything he does for us
is to control us.
I have no future.
I'll never be a boss like you.
You need to trust me.
I'm not like my dad.
Your father killed Rafael.
Your father.
Your father killed Rafael.
Treacherously.
He hadn't done anything!
Zé.
Sílvia?
What if I gave you the chance
to avenge everything he did to you?
Zinha, are you okay?
Eduardo and Rafael were also in on the deal.
The Magnussons went to Ian's house and threatened to kill him.
Good grief.
Ian, I went to get help.
Since when do I need help?
Fuck me!
Did you guys have a party?
Sit down, you fucking homo.
Playboy, do you have a dog around here?
I do, but it went to the café to get cigarette papers. It'll be right back.
Come on. Keep working. Don't stop.
Mix it in well.
This is like a train.
It's rolling along.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
Give it here. Thank you.
Holy strength!
Go on!
Zé!
A skiff's waiting at the lighthouse.
Come on, Zé.
Zé! Thank you.
I don't see the truck. Where'd the fucker go?
I see them now.
And not many fuckers get a second chance.
Rafael will never play for Benfica.
Zé will never get to the skiff that might save him.
And the Magnussons
will never get to snort the cocaine they bought.
It's flour and sugar!
Whoa!
Fuck!
Fucking hell! Fuck!
Motherfucker!
- What the fuck's going on? - Mjöl!
- What the fuck? - He says it's flour!
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
Fucking hell!
Give me that!
Give it to me!
Fuck this.
Motherfucking son of a bitch.
Stupid!
Where the fuck were you going?
What were you fucking going to do?
You have three options.
You either kill me, blow your brains out,
or tell me who fucked me over!
I don't know!
Then put your finger on the trigger and shoot, you fucking coward!
Fucking do it!
If you want to kill me, pull the trigger. I'm already dead.
Already dead? Then no one will have to look at your fucked-up face anymore.
- Who was it? - Shoot me!
- Who the fuck was it? - It was your daughter.
It was Sílvia.
- You're saying it was my daughter? - It was Sílvia.
Was it?
The universe doesn't judge.
It gives no prizes.
It is totally indifferent and random.
So if you're lucky enough to get a second chance,
fuck me if you don't hold on to it for dear life.
Got it?
Rafael would have loved this.
Where are we going?
Someplace no one will find us.
We'll get there in this crate?
I think so.
It's time. Come on.
Remember.
Fresh water, good wine, a tight pussy--
- A hard dick. - Nice!
The Italian bought you a subscription.
And what about the recipe?
It's here?
RECIPE FOR BLOW JOB PASTA
Hurry up!
- Go! - Put this on first.
What's this?
Put it on so we can go.
Start the bike. Go!
Start the fucking bike. Let's go!
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz