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What do you think happens if you dump hundreds of kilos

of pure cocaine in one of the poorest villages in Europe?

JULY 2001

Eduardo! Eduardo!

While we're distracted buying all this shit we don't need,

- those in power do whatever they want. - Rafael.

- You're a fucking nutjob. - No, I know what I'm saying.

- It's just a movie. - The Matrix isn't just a movie.

Eduardo! The priest started bleeding from his nose

and passed out during mass.

Fucking hell.

My boy Eduardo.

I could say that the story started at this moment,

with our boy shitting himself,

or go a little back and talk about a strange place

where strange things often happen.

TURN OF THE TIDE

The Azores.

Nine islands in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Centuries of poverty, isolation,

storms, volcanoes, earthquakes.

We've got it all, baby.

But we are people who don't let fear get the better of us.

Run faster, you moron! Always late.

All dicks on deck!

All right.

Hey, brother.

- All right? - Yeah.

Awesome, man.

All right?

Remove Poborsky, Nuno Gomes and Maniche, Benfica isn't much of a team.

If you keep removing everybody, it won't be.

Ah!

- I'd like to see those guys here. - Right?

Yeah, like Maniche pouring the bait.

You know? Nuno Gomes sewing the nets. Wouldn't you like it?

Oh, look, I played against Nuno Gomes in the youth league.

I didn't let him have any attempt at a goal.

But weren't you a forward?

I thought our little lady here only knew about ice skating, huh?

- Shut up, I'll throw you overboard! - What the fuck?

- Stop fucking taunting Carlinhos! - Why are you always defending him?

I'm not. But you should be watching the weather.

He's my guardian angel. Don't you know?

- He's got my back. You're just jealous. - I'm not jealous, prick.

- You're jealous! - Stop it, you stupid ass!

Rafael, turn the boat around. A storm is coming.

- Only when my knee warns me. - Your what?

Only when my knee warns me, I said.

If I wait for your meniscus, we'll end up soaked.

Come on, you moron. Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

- Fuck! Watch out, my knee, my knee. - Your knee's fine, you baby.

- Yeah, well, now it's warning me. - Come on, jump.

Fuck this.

- Fishing went well? - We hardly caught anything.

- Mmm. - But at least we have dinner.

Right?

What's that on your face?

Would I go into town without cleaning myself up?

Wait a second.

Hold still.

Wait.

Thanks. It's nothing.

It's fine.

All right, enough.

- Look at me. - It's good.

You need to fill in this form and then you hand it to us

along with your photos.

Here.

"Who should make the first move, the man or the woman?"

What is this shit?

Fuck this.

Hello!

Okay!

Hey! You look so cute!

You don't notice anything?

- They look super cute. - Bangs, nice.

It looks good on you.

- Hold on. - What's up?

I was before you two.

Oh, no, I was already here, saving their spot in line.

Yeah, but that's not how it works. We're waiting.

No offense, I couldn't care less.

Let's see, um...

YOUR NUMBER

CONSULTING ROOMS 1-6 PLEASE TAKE A NUMBER AND WAIT

Dr. Menezes, to the ER. Dr. Menezes, to the ER, stat.

I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, all right?

Stay here.

I'm sorry, Eduardo.

Had you finished high school,

maybe there might have been a chance that the visa would have been approved,

but, um, as of now, there's nothing we can do.

- Okay. - You... You can reapply in six months.

No, it's okay.

There are so many Azoreans in America

that the East Coast is known as a tenth island of the archipelago.

They say that Azoreans are wired to be world travelers.

Fuck! Bullshit!

We just want to escape good old poverty.

Hi. Jeremias Melo. He's my father.

- It's for eye surgery. - Sir, I'm afraid you're late.

I know, it's only a few numbers. I was 53, so...

It's not just a few numbers.

You're a day late for your appointment.

But here, in the letter, it reads 5th of June 2001, which is today.

- The system says that it was yesterday. - But in the letter, it says it's today.

I don't know. It's because someone made a mistake.

But I'm not the one who made the mistake here.

Number fifty-six?

- I appreciate your help, lady. - Fifty-six.

Fifty-six!

Had you finished high school, maybe...

...as of now, there's nothing we can do.

Are you going to smoke that on your own?

We don't want to trigger the alarm.

I'm Bruna.

- Sílvia. - So...

what happened in there?

It's my photos.

They're terrible.

Let me see.

I know.

Yeah.

Those are pretty bad.

They don't do you justice.

You have way more style than all those girls put together.

Got a pen I can use?

I have a... a friend. Boyfriend.

He's a fashion photographer.

How do you think I'm gonna pay a professional photographer, hmm?

Take this, tell him I recommended you.

I can't cut my hair though!

- No. - It'll come off with water.

Are you serious? It doesn't work!

- What's your great idea? - God, how can I get it out?

- I can't cut it! - You don't have to.

Come on, put it in. Go on. Maybe I was wrong, try the water.

I'm sorry about the mix-up at the hospital.

If I didn't get my operation, God must have his reasons.

Hey. It's okay, son. You'll make it right.

Yeah.

HOPE

For fuck's sake, what's going on?

What is this sea? Where did we end up?

Gianluca!

Gianluca!

Gianluca! Damn!

Shit!

Gianluca, move your ass!

What happened?

The rudder broke!

Where are we?

I don't know! The middle of nowhere!

And here was exactly where it all began.

With Italian mafiosi that crossed the Atlantic

in a sailing ship loaded with drugs.

It's the coil. I warned you. We should have taken the bus.

- Really? Of all the fucking days. - Hey.

Watch your mouth.

Do you know if...

Huh?

Have any new movies arrived? These ones have been the same for weeks.

And when did anything new arrive in this miserable place? Hmm?

CRIME

And how did it go in the city?

You can't put up with those people without smoking a bowl.

And who exactly is that?

The other chicks.

My rivals.

You've got rivals?

I mean, have you ever seen a Miss Rabo de Peixe?

I just wanted the prize.

A trip to Boston, for two people, including the hotel.

Nothing good ever happens here.

Who would you take with you to America?

No one.

I would go alone.

This one, please.

Well, I'm closing. I'm out.

Have you got an answer about your visa to America?

No, not yet.

It's better this way, while my dad waits for his procedure.

Since when does an Azorean need a visa to go to America, moron?

Hmm?

You just go.

It's like I said.

- In this shithole... - Nothing good ever happens.

I know.

Mayday, mayday!

Can anyone hear me?

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

- What the fuck are you doing? - What the fuck?

Don't you know we can't ask for help? Asshole!

Let's go this way.

Go fuck yourself!

We have to dock!

You're out of your mind.

You want to dock with a boat full of drugs?

We have to throw it overboard!

I don't want to sink!

Try it and you'll be the one who ends up in the sea.

I don't want to drown!

The cocaine!

If the drugs end up in the sea, we'll die on land!

Do you fucking understand? Yes or no?

Gianluca!

Land! Land ahoy!

Hey, brother.

If I had the money, I would lend you some, you know that.

Yeah, but I can't be without a car, Rafael.

Want to go out to sea today?

If it's a Friday, you know damn well I'm not getting on a boat.

Look, I'm gonna deliver this shit. If you want to, come with me,

and we'll split the money. It's all I can do.

- "This shit," man? What is "this shit"? - Car radios from America.

Rafael.

Oh, Eduardo, if you want to, fine.

If you don't want to, fine. It's up to you.

Leave, get out.

Go.

Don't even think about it. Get out. Move it!

- Rafael, come on. - Baby, for real.

- Mmm. Come on, leave. - Oh, fuck this.

You're so beautiful. Thanks, babe.

Hey, boys!

Oh, look at the star!

Hey, buddy.

Take this. Gimme your fucking autograph. It's for one of my clients.

Here, here. Let me see what you brought me.

Hello, beautiful.

Ferrugem, here.

You can smell, but don't taste. That shit isn't for the likes of you.

This is lovely.

Marvelous. Heads up!

So, a little shot or what?

No, we haven't had breakfast yet.

Oh, you haven't had your breakfast yet?

- Not yet. - Ooh!

Next time, bring me a pound. We have to take advantage of the new law.

- Ah! - What law?

Fuck! You watch the news, hmm?

They're going to legalize drugs.

Our business is gonna grow!

Your payment. This is for the hashish.

- Hmm? - And this is for you to give to my girl.

You listening? Tell her it was me who gave it to you to buy her a gift.

Sure thing, boss.

Great.

And this pretty thing. Azores cattle dog.

Come, come here. Lovely.

Ooh, you pretty thing. Oh, good girl.

So lovely. Who owns this dog, you?

She's mine, yeah.

Fuck, man, I really love these animals. You know, they're so pretty.

Man, I swear.

No one is gonna legalize drugs.

You're gonna be able to walk around in the street smoking a joint,

but if you're caught with one of those bricks, you'll all go to jail.

Oh, my! This one thinks he's a lawyer.

Hey, Mr. Lawyer, this bitch isn't going anywhere.

She'll only leave after mating with an Azores cattle dog.

Come on, boss, give him his dog back.

I'm not giving it.

- Give her back to me! - Whoa!

- Hey! Whoa, whoa! - Hey, hey!

Fucking calm down!

Boss, don't.

If it wasn't...

for your fucking buddy there...

I'd fuck your mouth, you son of a bitch.

You better get the fuck out of here!

- Hey! Get the hell out of here! - I'll fuck you up!

Boss, don't.

I'm fine with you, champ,

but this fucking poser better get the fuck out.

Come on.

You needed the money, didn't you? You got it now.

- You'd rather spend ten hours on a boat? - Rafael, I just lost my dog.

That motherfucker.

Well, that motherfucker gave me this to buy you a present.

You should be more grateful to your dad.

Why do you insist on calling Arruda my dad, huh?

- Fuck off, Rafael. - He's your dad!

Shut up. Eduardo?

We're gonna find a way to bring Sky back, hmm?

- Promise, bro. - Up yours.

Come on! I didn't do it.

Is this my fault?

Mmm, my flower. Fuck yeah.

Oh! Hands on the wheel, you moron.

They say that this place is called Rabo de Peixe

because the residents were so poor

that they sold the best parts of whatever they caught,

and only ate the fish tails with bones.

If Rabo de Peixe was featured on television,

they would portray us as third-class citizens.

But that was about to change.

Big time.

Jesus Christ almighty,

fuck me if you're not taking the piss out of the poor.

Oh, here's our coffee! Thank you, ma'am.

What did the mechanic say?

What did he say? He's waiting for a part for the rudder.

Tomorrow, we recover the cargo, set sail, and go home.

People like you who put that shit in their coffee

should be put in jail.

We crossed the Atlantic in a sailboat full of drugs,

and that's no problem.

But I put sweetener in my coffee, and you lose it.

Oh! Don't confuse illegal with immoral.

Look, some things are sacred. Fresh water, good wine, a tight pussy...

...and a hard dick.

And coffee without rat poison.

Francesco, we're fucked.

Fucking hell.

Hey, hey!

Do you have a knife?

Here.

This is cocaine.

No calls on my lunch hour!

Judiciary Police. Good afternoon.

What?

This is breaking news.

Dozens of pounds of cocaine turned up this afternoon

at various points on the north coast of São Miguel.

There is still an ongoing police operation

that could result in the biggest seizure ever in the archipelago.

Be careful, it's bitter.

Some say the cocaine stories are exaggerated.

It isn't all true, but I'm sure of one thing.

It was the first time that it snowed in the Azores.

So far, the Judiciary Police

have weighed in 326 pounds

seized in Bretanha, Porto Formoso, and, above all, Rabo de Peixe.

The local authorities...

Dad? Dad, Dad, Dad! What are you doing?

I already told you to ask for my help. You were seven feet away...

I don't need help to piss, okay? I'm not a child.

Everything's all right. It's all right.

- You should have a bath, okay? - Have a bath?

- Get out, come on. I'll clean it up. - Yeah, I know what I have to do.

What is the estimated worth of this seizure?

This is, um, a record seizure,

of nine million euros.

Um, since the market value is 27,000 euros per kilo,

it's an unprecedented seizure here in São Miguel.

Thank you very much, detective.

Those were the statements of Detective Banha.

We will obviously stay here...

...following this police operation, and keep you up to date

with this developing story.

CHIEF OF POLICE

- Yes? - Detective Frias?

- Hello, Director. - We have a situation in the Azores.

- I saw the news. - Drop whatever you're doing.

There's a ticket waiting for you at the airport.

Fucking shit.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Carlinhos, Sílvia is in back?

Yeah, she is.

But she's with Rafael.

Don't you know that shit shrivels your dick, Carlinhos?

Hey?

Listen to me.

Boogie Nights? Have you ever seen Boogie Nights?

- Boogie. - "Coke dick," it's a thing.

You snort too much of that shit, and your dick goes perma-soft.

- Does that really happen? - Of course, it happens.

Do you have any idea how much this shit's worth? Huh?

- 27,000 euros. - 27,000?

- Per pound. - How much is that in escudos?

That's 54 million.

54 million! Oh, my God! With that kind of cash, I'd buy my mom a mansion.

Listen, Carlinhos, instead of snorting it all,

it's an opportunity to change our lives.

Hello, my brother!

Give me a fucking hug, man.

Come on, join us. With some, you know...

There's plenty more floating around out there, Rafael.

We can find it if we go now. It washed up with the current.

How it got here, from where, it doesn't matter.

What matters is it's here now with us!

Okay, fine!

- What the fuck? - Motherfucker.

Eduardo!

Hey, Eduardo!

Eduardo?

Will you be okay?

Yeah.

You know, if there's anyone who understands impossible love...

Carlinhos, I don't want to talk about this.

- I don't give a shit about that, man. - What?

I just want them to be happy, the rest doesn't matter.

I have more important stuff to worry about.

You think you can fool me? Huh?

Mmm.

- Thanks, brother. - Mmm.

All right.

Now, I, um, have to go and take care of something.

But be careful, huh?

With the coke dick.

In the 15th century,

Spain and Portugal divided the planet in two.

But before he signed the treaty,

the cunning Portuguese king

demanded that the dividing line be moved a few hundred miles to the west.

Six years later,

those miles allowed the Portuguese to have Brazil.

Coincidence?

Being the strongest isn't always the most important thing.

Sometimes, all we need is to know something before anybody else.

My boy Eduardo recognized that whatever was washing up on the beach

had to come from somewhere.

All he had to do was follow the currents.

I want my dog back.

Oh, really?

And a two-handed hand job, as well?

This should be enough.

Hey, hey!

- Sky. - This is the coke that washed up ashore?

How are you, girl?

Hey, I'm here now.

Dear God of miracles.

We're even now, right?

Hey, hey!

We're even when I say we are, little boy.

Fuck.

Shall we do the countdown?

Come on. Three,

two,

one.

All right, let's go, my girl.

Whoo!

Hey!

Hey, hey.

This is worse than that sweetener shit

you put in your coffee, believe me.

No, Francesco, this is worse than cancer of the balls.

Your mother's pussy!

- Unbelievable. - Tell me about it.

How much?

How many? How much do you have?

Uh, it's 397 kilos.

Twenty-three million, eight hundred and twenty thousand euros.

Fuck yeah.

Eduardo, how much is that in escudos?

A boatload of cash.

The sauce is good, huh? Mmm.

How the fuck are you hungry right now?

You feed the body to calm the spirit.

Hunger is a bad adviser, that's what I say.

Francesco, we're fucked. Fucked!

We have to call Don Massimo to explain.

No, Don Massimo can't help us.

The sooner we recover the cargo, the sooner we go home.

Did you see them? They looked like monkeys eating peanuts.

Gianluca.

I have a lot more to lose than you in this whole thing.

But losing your head now is fucking pointless.

Come on, keep cool.

Drink a glass of wine and relax.

Everything will work out fine. Okay?

Go fuck yourself!

Gianluca!

No.

It's a lot of snow. Can we manage it?

Well, this snow just washed up here.

We didn't plan for this, did we? It came to our beach, right?

This much will attract the cops.

And this ass won't end up in prison. No.

And these drugs belong to someone, Eduardo.

Pretty soon, they'll come looking for it.

And they'll bring guns.

Why do some people have everything while others have nothing, huh?

Why?

I was the best student in my class.

But I had to quit school to go out fishing every night.

Rafael...

you could play in Benfica.

But now you limp every time it rains,

and you spend your life lost

between what you once were and what you never became.

And you, Carlinhos.

Sure, men want to fuck you. It's true.

But did any of them take you out for dinner first? Hmm?

Did they take you to see a movie?

In what world does that story of yours

end with, "And they lived happily ever after"?

You know that's never gonna happen.

No.

Do you want to be tied to a counter in Rabo de Peixe

for the rest of your life, Sílvia?

Sílvia, I'm talking to you.

You don't want that, right?

Or living off benefits, like your mother?

What the fuck have we done to deserve this fate?

What have we done to deserve this fate? For fuck's sake, right?

Why doesn't good luck ever fall here on this land? Never?

- Why? - It's God's will, that's all.

It's God's will, Rafael, huh?

Then that's also God's will, right there!

This is also God's will, Rafael.

God only punishes us? Huh?

From time to time, can't he help us as well?

Sílvia, you said it yourself.

Nothing good ever happens here, but it's happening.

It is happening now, here, right now!

This is our chance, and it only happens once in a lifetime.

Once, this is it!

We do this now, or it will never happen again.

My mother died.

And my dad...

My dad's vision is deteriorating so fast he can't see anything.

I haven't got anything for free my whole life.

Absolutely nothing.

Zero. And I've had enough.

Haven't we all had enough? Aren't you tired of it? Huh?

Aren't you tired of being mackerels in a shark-infested ocean?

Huh?

Fucking shit!

Nice one, bro.

Soon, we'll be rich.

Right?

- Don Massimo. - Who is this?

- Hi. It's Gianluca. - Is everything okay?

I have something important to tell you.

Second-best ass in Rabo de Peixe, fucker!

What is it?

You want to drive?

Huh? I'm trusting you.

Tomorrow is procession day,

and this pretty face needs the beauty sleep.

Oh, handsome!

Beautiful ass.

Let's go.

Ah!

A problem with the Colombian?

- No. - With the police?

No, no, no.

What happened, Gianluca?

We lost the cargo.

I fucking love this song so much.

Whoo!

Fuck yeah!

Fuck!

Hey, tell me how much that shit is worth again.

Twenty-three million, eight hundred and twenty thousand euros.

Oh! Twenty-three million!

We're gonna be fucking rich!

Speak up, asshole! Gianluca?

Gianluca? What happened? Gianlu...

- No, no, no! - Don't fucking touch him, Rafael!

Get the fuck out of the car!

He's dead, isn't he?

Let's go to the police.

- We can't go the police, man! - Let's go to the police, let's say...

We can't go to the police! What's wrong with you?

How much cocaine did you do today? Fuck!

What are you doing, Eduardo? Don't touch that guy! Fuck.

Eduardo, what are you doing?

- What? Drop that fucking shit! - Oh, my God. He's a freaking foreigner.

- Let's go to the police. - He's Italian.

Are you gonna tell the police we killed an Italian tourist?

We tell them it was a fucking accident!

What's the police gonna say about guys from Rabo de Peixe killing

an Italian tourist? Push the guy.

- No, no, no! - Push the guy.

What do you mean, "No"? We must get him out of here, Sílvia.

Don't you fucking understand it? Push the guy, Rafael.

Push, come on! God damn it, don't pull! Push, Rafael! Push the guy!

For Christ's sake, listen to me!

Push the fucking guy.

Jesus Christ.

What are we going to do, Eduardo?

We have to fucking take him away from here.

- What do you mean we take him... - Let's move him!

- Grab this shit. Come on! - Where do you want to take him?

Oh, fuck.

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