TURN OF THE TIDE
FELICIANO TUNA FILLETS
It's the smell.
And you call yourself a fisherman?
Don't make me get up and come and get you. You hear?
I have to go. I'll call you back.
Joe.
I did everything you asked.
Make yourselves at home.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Tuna cans?
How did you convince Feliciano to be part of this?
The boat will pass off the coast.
Uncle Joe,
I still don't know why you're helping me like this.
I ain't no charitable foundation.
FELICIANO FISHING INDUSTRIES CONSULTANT
Now you're officially a businessman on his way to America.
Eduardo Melo, fisherman.
Disappeared from Rabo de Peixe. As did this guy, Arruda.
His driver fell from a lighthouse where we found signs of a shoot-out.
That same week, Rafael,
Eduardo's best friend,
vanished without a trace.
And our suspect's father was found dead, shot with a flare gun.
It's all connected to Eduardo Melo.
The mystery of the flying driver
and the blind man who finally saw the light.
Hello?
Any news on Bonino's whereabouts, Detective Banha?
Actually...
I understand.
It's for you, Detective. The director in Lisbon.
Yes, sir.
Gentlemen, we have another joker to add to this pack of lunatics.
BLOW JOB PASTA RECIPE
Certainly.
No need to repeat. I understood.
Bonino's farewell note before he escaped from prison.
You had me so worried. I thought I'd never see you again.
I've brought you your share.
Please accept it.
Remember when we were at school, and I hadn't brought my lunch?
You always gave me half your sandwich.
But this isn't a sandwich.
It's like Sandrinho says.
"That life was not for me."
So give it to someone who needs it.
You know there are a lot of people in Rabo de Peixe who need help.
I'd love for you to see the choir perform.
You can't imagine how much we've improved.
Aren't you the classy one!
Call if you need me. For anything at all.
I'll always be there for you.
Go on.
Shall we?
I need your help. It's not for me. It's for the boy.
BIRTH CERTIFICATE
No, I'm staying.
I still have things to do here.
Thanks, Joe.
I have no money for you.
This is yours. It's your heritage. Your birth certificate.
Take it with you when you go to America.
Dad, I--
Haven't you always wanted to go to America? Then go.
I just ask one thing of you.
Never forget where you're from.
Of course not.
But as long as you're alive, you're my father and I'm your son,
you have to keep this, not me.
The poor soul didn't even get a headstone.
What were your last words to your father?
I remember mine perfectly well.
We were in your kitchen, and I said, "Mr. Jeremias."
"Tell your son there's no absolution without repentance."
It might be too late now, Eduardo.
Come on. Let's not keep your friends waiting.
- I want to make a phone call. - Phone call?
You must watch a lot of movies.
Relax. You're not under arrest.
Yet.
Eduardo, walk in front of me.
Come on.
I've been your uncle's lawyer for a long time.
It'll be fine. Don't worry.
Shall we begin?
As you can guess, there isn't much to do out there.
Right?
- We relaxed. - Fucking hell!
We went fishing.
Nice.
And hunting too.
My uncle has a vegetable patch. We planted potatoes.
Potatoes in summer?
Did you put up a Christmas tree too?
What were you doing there?
We went fishing.
What did you catch?
Blue jack mackerel with line and hook. And I caught a tuna.
But it was a small one.
- How did you get there? - We went by bus.
- We took the coach. - We went by bus.
- There... - And back.
- And then we walked. - Let me guess.
There and back.
That's right.
- Did you keep the tickets? - No, I didn't.
I think I threw the tickets away.
It was a trip just like any other.
Do you remember anything unusual?
No, I don't remember anything unusual.
No, nothing unusual.
Nothing unusual.
So your father had just had surgery, and you decided to take a vacation?
My dad was finally in good health.
Not for long. Right, Eduardo?
How long had you been dating?
Since we were 15.
- But we'd split up. - Because of your cocaine overdose?
After a nine-year romance, Rafael disappears,
and you go on a trip with his best friend.
You move into your father's house, he vanishes, and where are you?
Sunbathing.
Your father's driver falls from a lighthouse and croaks.
And where are you? On vacation.
Lazing around and flicking your ash where nobody can find you.
- Working in a video store must be tiring. - Must be.
- In a video store, for sure.
I get tired just thinking about it.
It can't have been easy.
The kids at school were mean to you, right?
What did they call you?
Gay boy? Sissy?
Homo?
I'm from Rabo de Peixe.
Do you really think I'm afraid of being called names?
You know what I think, Carlos?
The others led you astray. You wanted to help your friends.
Because you're a good guy.
But you don't have to ruin your life.
We can protect you.
- Protect me? - From who?
The motherfuckers that killed your father.
You really screwed up, didn't you?
And then you couldn't go back.
When you returned to Rabo de Peixe, your dad had already been buried.
You couldn't even say goodbye to him.
Or see the state he was in.
It must be tough knowing your father died because of you.
You think so, Detective?
I'm not so sure. Look at him.
So cocky!
He knows his story by heart.
My client came here to cooperate with a police investigation.
Not to be humiliated. If you don't change your approach--
- Not a shred of remorse. - You have no right to talk about my dad.
In Rabo de Peixe we're marked at birth, but you'll never understand that.
Granted, they let us go fishing.
Someone has to work their ass off so you can have fresh fish every day.
But to aspire to be more is asking too much, isn't it?
But why?
Why do I have to be miserable my whole life?
That's all well and good, but it was your father who got screwed.
Wasn't it?
I understand what you're saying.
I understand you want a better life.
But one thing I don't get.
Why you haven't once asked me what I know about who killed your father.
And if that's not a sign of guilt,
then I don't know what is.
But I do, Detective. Material evidence.
And you have absolutely no evidence against my client.
Just provocation and disrespect.
Let's go, Eduardo.
Good day.
He's hanging by a thread.
I'll pull it one last time before I leave.
But are you sure?
I've known Carlinhos since he was a kid.
Get one, you get them all.
And where is he?
I think I know.
Did you bring what I asked for?
I'll also need a car.
- You want a car? - Yeah.
I'll see to it.
Eduardo's uncle's file arrived from the US.
"Blow-up Joe," an explosives expert convicted of robbing an armored truck.
Nothing weird so far.
But who was also considered a suspect?
Feliciano Carrilho, the canned goods guy.
He owns the house where Joe's lived since he was deported to the Azores.
Feliciano and Joe are old friends.
The police could never find him.
But Feliciano is now a successful and respected businessman.
The best Azorean tuna.
Canned tuna?
You sure you weren't followed?
I'm sure.
But that mainland detective has sunk her teeth into us and won't let go.
Uncle Joe,
we should call everything off.
I'm responsible for Sílvia and Carlinhos.
What if something happens to them?
Well,
if you hadn't gone to the cemetery, you wouldn't be in this mess.
I know I fucked up, okay?
I'm just trying to clean up the mess I made.
Uncle Joe.
We have to stay here.
At least for now, okay?
Do you know who stayed here?
- Your mom. Look what happened to her. - This has nothing to do with her.
I should never have left her here.
Or you.
I had my father.
I think I'll be free in America.
I can be me.
You're the freest person I know.
You can be Carlinhos here or in Fall River. Wherever you want.
What about you?
What are you going to be?
I don't know.
I've always wanted to be someone else in some other place.
But now this shit's about to happen, I even miss this. Imagine that.
Sometimes I feel like I have poison in my veins, not blood.
And every single day, the poison kills me a little more.
Maybe America is the cure.
No matter what happens, you two stay here.
You really think America's the cure?
Maybe it's just a different poison.
It's extremely urgent.
Yes, but as you can see in the file, it's a matter of hours.
If we don't hurry--
- I'll hold. - Shall I organize surveillance teams?
Forget surveillance. We take them down today.
Pardon the interruption. I know you want to solve this--
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
We have a search warrant.
Get the whole squad.
I don't know if they'll survive out there,
but at least they were happy.
Not everyone can say the same, right?
You need to do one more thing.
FELICIANO TUNA FILLETS
I couldn't leave without apologizing to you.
You have nothing to apologize for, Carlos.
Love is not a sin.
You're right.
It's not a sin,
but I've learned that what you want isn't always good for you.
The last time I wanted something, you ended up in hospital.
But God did not forsake me.
The feelings I have for you work better this way.
With this between us.
The church is closed.
Don't move! Stay down!
Don't move! Head down!
Quiet!
Where's the homo?
I don't understand.
- What's "homo" in Portuguese? - How should I know?
- You were in jail, weren't you? - So what?
Aren't there any homos in Portuguese jails?
I have no idea!
Where's the homo?
I don't understand.
Where is the finocchio?
Your mama's a finocchio, you fucking asshole!
Don't move! Stay still!
What?
Fuck it.
- Police! Freeze! - Turn around!
Hands behind your back!
Maybe you think a code of silence is a romantic notion.
But tell me.
What did you gain by protecting Feliciano?
Other than seven years in jail and deportation back to this misery.
I'll explain your situation and ask for a reduced sentence.
Why not cooperate with me?
The longer Eduardo remains in this life, the worse off he'll be.
One of these days, he'll be in your shoes.
Or dead in a ditch with a bullet in his head. You want that?
Talk to Eduardo.
Tell him to come here voluntarily.
Unfortunately for you, I will.
I'll find exactly what I'm looking for.
Sílvia, we're leaving.
- Let's go! You hear me? - Why?
Where's Carlinhos? Get my uncle's things and the money.
- Tell me what's going on. - The less you know, the better.
Fuck! "Go get the clothes and the money."
"Let's go!" What am I, your maid?
I'm making a living, but you only care about this shit now.
Some snort, others deal. Same shit.
What does that mean? You'd rather be stuck in the video store?
Be a drunk like your mother?
- Sílvia, listen to me. - Let go of me!
- Listen. - Don't touch me!
We're going to America.
I need your help. Please.
We have to get out of here.
There's nothing here but people who can hurt me.
Do this for me. Please.
For you?
I thought you were doing this to cure your dad.
For your friends.
- For us losers from Rabo de Peixe! - Of course I am.
But things got complicated.
Hello?
I'm sorry, Eduardo.
I'm sorry!
Fuck! Fuck it!
What is it? What's happened?
- I have to help Carlinhos. - What's happened to Carlinhos? Eduardo!
Sílvia, get everything ready,
and go to the meeting place with Sky.
We're leaving right now.
Let me warn you. I hate goodbyes.
Who doesn't?
What will you do in Lisbon?
Get divorced.
I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry?
You ever heard of people in a terrific marriage getting divorced?
It's still sad. It's the end of something.
And the beginning of something else.
An unhappy marriage is sadder, isn't it?
Thanks for everything, Francisco.
So that's why my men couldn't find you.
I apologize for showing up here. But there was no other way.
Of course there was. You could have turned yourself in.
On your knees. Hands on your head.
If you arrest me now,
you won't find the people that started all this.
The real owners of the drugs.
Isn't that why you're here?
So much integrity is hard to believe.
It's not integrity.
It's justice.
They killed my father.
There's one thing I don't get about you.
After all this, you have no regrets?
There are many things I wouldn't do again.
But I most regret the things I didn't do.
I know you never liked me, even dressed in special sauce.
But it would be hard for us to be best friends.
Your dad was a fucker.
But he was mine.
And he was yours as well.
I always knew things would end badly.
I'm not complaining.
Your dad always gave me the best of everything.
There was a time when I thought...
that someday he'd change.
Stop the shady dealings, maybe.
But Arruda is Arruda.
And no wife or daughter would ever change him.
It's unfinished.
When you're with someone like Arruda,
nothing's ever finished.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
I'm not feeling well.
Fuck!
What the fuck was that?
I knew it. I thought your teats looked swollen.
You don't feel well because you're pregnant.
Carlinhos!
You fucking sack of shit.
The police, Monti! Run!
Bonino, don't fucking make me shoot you.
Easy. This way.
Open your hand.
Francisco?
Are you okay?
Call an ambulance.
It's nothing, Detective.
Francisco?
Francisco!
I've had worse injuries playing futsal.
Fucking son of a bitch!
Eduardo.
This isn't America. You promised to take me to America.
I know. That's what I'm going to do.
Where's Sílvia?
Sílvia's waiting for us at the docks.
Next stop's America. We're only stopping in America, Carlinhos!
Sílvia!
We have to wait for her.
- Sílvia! - Eduardo.
She's not coming.
She's not? I'll go get her then.
No.
It's not because she can't.
She doesn't want to.
How do you know that?
I just do.
Deep down, so do you.
Fuck!
Goddamn bastards!
Fuck.
I don't want to die in these clothes.
Nobody's going to die.
You hear me?
Nobody's going to die today.
Joe.
Here.
Happy birthday.
You remembered.
I never forget.
September 11th.
I'm sorry.
No.
I should apologize for everything.
Don't worry.
We're on our way to America, right?
So many people would love to be in our shoes.
Best steak in Europe.
TURN OF THE TIDE
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz