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TURN OF THE TIDE

DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS

Where are they sending you back to?

Georgia.

Country, not the state.

Leave anyone behind?

My son and wife.

I got a fish in my cell.

It's called Red. Couldn't bring it with me.

Are you comparing a stupid fish to my family?

Of course not. Your wife and son can make it without you.

But without me, the fish...

Mmm, I don't think it will make it.

You served seven years in jail

for using explosives in a robbery.

- Yes, Your Honor. - Anything you want to say?

I have been rehabilitated.

I learned my lesson. I can honestly say I'm a changed man.

Are you quoting The Shawshank Redemption to me, Mr. Cunha?

It's a beautiful movie.

Yes, but he was innocent and you're not.

- I'm sending you back to your country. - This is my country, Your Honor.

You were born in Portugal, Mr. Cunha.

That makes this your adopted country, where you committed a crime.

And did my time for it.

I came here as a baby. I'm fully American.

If you send me back to the Azores, it'll be like serving a life sentence.

Next!

Eduardo, get over here!

I don't wanna see your girlfriend's filthy panties in my living room!

Sílvia isn't my girlfriend, okay?

Well, this isn't a goddamn pigsty. Definitely not a hotel.

One more thing.

This moved since last night.

I haven't touched anything, Uncle Joe.

Be warned, all of you!

No one touches my harpoon. Okay?

Are we talking about your dick or the harpoon?

This harpoon was used in a film

that Orson Welles shot right by here in Faial.

- No shit! - Yes, shit.

Called Barbed Water.

My grandfather's in it, harpooning a sperm whale.

It's part of our story.

Back when there were still real men in the Azores.

They're not mine. Hmm?

Um...

Sorry.

Fuck me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't do that!

- It'll kill him. - It's just a few crumbs.

- No, no. Bread isn't edible to goldfish. - Inedible?

Otherwise, they'll inflate like a balloon, and die. Come on, clean up the mess.

You, come with me. You have a good enough body to work.

This body does more than that.

Clean this mess.

Mmm. Yo, this chorizo's really good. Where do you get it?

I make my own chorizo with a special ingredient.

They're really good. What do you make them with?

My chickens' shit.

Delicious, right?

What the fuck?

America is that way.

1,900 nautical miles to Boston.

I still can't believe that Rafael isn't here.

- And that my dad could actually... - Arruda's not your father.

He's the man who knocked your mother up, and didn't give a shit about you.

Someday, we'll see that fucker's coffin passing by us.

Have you ever noticed you keep looking for solutions?

You don't feel well in Rabo de Peixe, you want to go to America.

Arruda killed Rafael, so now he must die for it.

Eduardo, I don't need solutions.

I just need someone who'll listen.

Rafael wasn't just your boyfriend.

He was also my best friend.

And I'll never forget him.

But we have to move on, right?

We all grieve in our own way, you know?

What if the drugs we brought here aren't a solution, but a problem?

Detective.

Perhaps this will help us understand what happened here.

We've also collected shell casings and blood samples up near the lighthouse.

Any witnesses?

No witnesses. No one's lived here in years.

It's an automated lighthouse.

And the nearest house is about...

a mile from here.

Didn't you say nothing ever happens in São Miguel?

I guess I was wrong.

I don't want you here much longer, kid.

I was never good as a babysitter.

And I don't know what you've been up to, but I don't want trouble on my end.

I wanted to talk about something, Uncle Joe.

Uncle Joe, are you taking my mom to America?

Eduardo, go to your room.

No need to be so hard on the kid.

He's my son.

He's my family too.

And if you hadn't fled America,

then my sister would be receiving treatment in a decent hospital,

with real doctors. Ever thought about that?

I didn't flee America.

I had a family to raise back here. You wouldn't get it, Joe.

I want to go to America.

Can you help me?

Enough with going to America. You think you're the only one?

Every day, millions of idiots around the world

think they can make it there.

The American dream. It would be funny if it wasn't so stupid.

But why is it stupid?

- You lived there, and so did my dad. - What's your last name, kid?

Melo.

Okay, that's reason number one.

Portuguese name, puts you at the bottom of the pyramid.

What pyramid? What are you even...

The pyramid of dicks who will never make it over there.

I've always considered myself an American.

But my passport says what? "Portuguese."

The game is rigged, and I was fucked from the start.

So wake the fuck up, for Christ's sake.

Stupid birds.

That's it. That's it!

Go away!

Go away!

I think he might be dead.

Are you okay?

Out of the way!

Move!

He looks like the guy from The Matrix.

Oh, shit!

Okay, I'll wait for him here.

Yes, don't worry.

Bye, darling.

Hey, what are you doing there, eh?

Listen. Shall I give you a cigarette? Huh?

Hey, hey!

I wouldn't tell your mother if I were you.

Shh.

Shut the kid up. I'm gonna lose my mind.

He cries because he's realized what kind of a man his dad is!

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- There's no peace and quiet in this house! - You're a fucking monk now?

Okay, calm down. Oh! Where are you going?

Mamma mia! Spaghetti with clams, so good!

Mmm.

You're a magnificent cook, signora. Magnificent!

Oh! Poor little guy. May I?

Come here. Poor little guy. Don't cry.

There, there. It's okay.

Family is the most important thing in a man's life.

You see? He's quiet now.

Can I be the best man?

Huh?

So many years of being romantic confidant,

I think I deserve to be the best man, right?

- Hmm? - Rafael deserves respect.

That's all you did while he was alive, Eduardo.

It's too soon.

Hey there. Where you going?

- The beach. - Ah.

Just make sure it's not too late, 'kay?

Rafael promised to bring me here

at least twice.

He never cared to know what I was thinking or was feeling.

What my dreams were.

To him, I was just a trophy.

You're the most amazing woman that I know.

And what other girls do you know?

You've never left Rabo de Peixe. And look.

I'm the only girl around for miles.

I've seen women in movies.

Okay, so if I'm so incredible,

why hasn't anyone ever proposed to me?

Hmm?

You men, you're total cowards. That's the truth.

Sorry, Joe.

"A Change Is Gonna Come."

It was the first song I learned to play on the piano.

An advocate of the civil rights here on the island.

Some pains are from everywhere. They have no borders, Joe.

Yep.

What are yours?

You don't really care about my pains, do you?

Let me guess. You're different.

Don't ridicule me.

I'm not.

I've been around, know what I'm saying?

Grew up in the '60s. Made myself a man in the '70s.

Spent seven years in jail.

I respect who you are.

You know why I keep this harpoon here in the house?

Because knowing who you are is as important

as knowing who you're not.

So the question is...

are we gonna sit here like two lame dicks,

or are we going to listen to some fucking great music, huh?

If I proposed to you right now, what would you say?

"You're out of your mind."

Third time's the charm.

So she's your girlfriend after all.

Take it easy, all right?

Look. Uncle Joe, look at that!

I already got one.

Here it is.

Right? Huh?

Who you gonna feed with this shit? Makes no fucking sense. Too much work.

- My technique is way more efficient, okay? - Let's do it.

Do you have any ketchup?

We don't eat that crap here.

What's ketchup, Uncle Joe?

Mmm. Ketchup is one of the best things in the world,

but your dad doesn't know it.

Dad, can I taste ketchup?

I'll send you some when I get back to America, okay?

Don't give him any stupid ideas, please.

It's only ketchup.

I'm not afraid to compete in America, all right?

- No, that's not it, kid. - Well, then?

The truth is,

you've dreamed of going to America since you were a child.

I kind of feel responsible for it.

You know, you never sent that ketchup you promised.

Well, before I knew it, I was in jail.

Priorities change, right?

- You know your fish, Red? - Yep.

He's always gonna live in that fishbowl.

Of course. And he'll be happy. He's a goldfish.

Well, if I stay here, I'll never be anything.

I'm just a fish stuck in a fishbowl. You follow?

In America, you'll be a small fish in a huge pond.

Here, at least, Red has food and a place to live.

I don't want to go back home.

You don't want to or you can't?

You'll need to leave very soon, kid.

They'll come for this.

They always do.

I'm fucking seeing a camel!

Dude, come on, I promise you.

- I'm really seeing a camel. - Yeah, yeah, me too.

I'm seeing a camel. Look over there, with ten humps.

Oh, look who's all wasted.

You're the one who's completely wasted, okay?

And you'll wind up cross-eyed playing your little Snake game there.

How, like this? Hmm?

Don't I look pretty like this?

It's time to release the prisoner.

Mmm.

Guys, did you know that the police can use a cell phone

to track a person?

- What are you talking about? - I saw it once on the news.

Are you serious?

Goodbye, little snake. I'll miss you so much.

Oh!

Only the stars know where the fuck we are now!

Whoo!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

I brought the good stuff!

It even puts hair on your chest.

Now, hear me out.

Who wants to blow some shit up?

No.

Fuck, I swear, man. This fucking shit weighs more than Dolly Parton's tits.

- I wouldn't know about it. - Come on, push.

Let's go down. Go back. Come on, one, two.

Come on.

All right!

You do the honors.

Whoa!

That was amazing!

Come here!

- Hey, hey, hey! Hold it! - Sorry, haven't got excited in a minute.

Sorry.

You know what? Come on, kid. Blowing shit up makes me hungry.

- You sure you don't want to marry me? - No, never.

- No? - Mmm.

- Shall we not marry in America? - Let's not.

I always liked you. You know that, right?

Love makes great music.

But it doesn't always bring two different worlds together.

That's how I put it.

Tell me about it.

What? Did you also fall in love with a Black Panther

pursued by the FBI?

No, no, no. Much better!

Now you've got my full attention. Go on.

The priest in Rabo de Peixe.

Don't laugh at my misfortune.

Why "misfortune"?

He's a priest.

I, on the other hand, am... you know.

Uh-huh.

Haven't you just told me that not even love

can bring two people from different worlds together?

And what do I know about love?

I live alone on an island...

in the middle of nowhere.

There is one very important thing that I am sure of.

And that is...

Yes?

- Joe. - Hmm?

You said, "One very important thing I'm sure of." What's the answer?

I forgot.

Where is your son?

You know I won't tell you that.

I could let you live.

What kind of father wants to survive his son?

I'm ready.

So am I.

I can hear your heart.

But I don't know what it says.

It said the same thing.

For years.

I'm not talking about us.

I'm talking about you.

At school, the guys used to say that you were the Submarine.

Like that was a good thing.

But I'm not so sure it is.

As if you were always hiding...

or running away.

As if you were never really here.

Don't run away.

I'll give you something that'll be just yours.

Something real.

My mother, she didn't want me to see her like that.

So I hid under her bed.

I don't know. It was like... like I could protect her.

On the night she died,

she told my father that I could sleep beside her on the bed.

I didn't open my eyes.

It still haunts me.

I mean...

I should have kept my eyes open.

I should have looked at my mother.

To see her for the last time.

Detective, come take a look at something.

These are pricey shoes for a fisherman from Rabo de Peixe.

No one knows where Eduardo is, and his friends are also missing.

Well, they must have run like hell.

Perhaps Detective Banha knows their whereabouts. No?

I told you. I barely know them.

Mm-hmm.

Look, Bruna.

I really believe you don't know where they are.

But I'm also sure you have some information.

Cooperation will help.

You want my help to arrest some kids from Rabo de Peixe?

I'm gonna tell you something I learned since I got here.

What did you bring my daughter in for?

- We're just going over some things. - Not anymore, Frias.

Let's go, Bruna.

Where is Francesco Bonino?

- Good morning! - Mmm.

Joe, how are you so fresh after what you drank yesterday?

I'm a real man.

You know what's good for a hangover? Fried liver.

I swear by everything sacred, I'll never touch another drop of alcohol.

Yeah, I've heard that one before. Now, will you go get my mail?

Box 36.

Where the hell are you, you little shit? I'm worried sick.

You're right. I'm sorry, Mom. Don't worry, everything's fine.

I should smack you across the face with a parakeet.

Either you tell me where you are, or your birds are gonna starve.

Something terrible happened.

Eduardo.

We need to talk.

- I need to go to Rabo de Peixe! - Eduardo, wait!

- You can't go back... - Don't you get it?

- I have to go back to bury my father! - I didn't bury Rafael.

I don't even know where his body is, and I'm here.

Eduardo, Sílvia's right. You can't go back.

All you're gonna do is fuck up the plan. I told your father I'd help you,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

- What plan? - America.

Isn't that what you all want?

What plan is he talking about?

It doesn't matter anymore, Sílvia, because as of now, the fucking...

Until you're far away, there won't be peace, with or without cocaine.

Your father didn't just die of old age.

I know that. And that's why I'm gonna kill the motherfucker.

- Eduardo! - Kid!

Kid!

Where do you think you're going?

Leave me the fuck alone!

They're the Mafia.

You don't kill them. They kill you.

I'm gonna help you, but I need you to calm the fuck down!

Do you hear?

Attaboy.

Hello, my little ones.

Come on. All right, all right, let's calm down. Let's calm down.

Come on, come on.

Such a good boy.

Come back here!

Oh, no. Shit.

Come on, little bird, come back here. Come eat.

Oh.

Hello, little bird. Come on. Eat something, my little bird.

Look here.

Look here, eat it. Okay, go ahead, eat.

How weird.

I never...

thought these little birds would be...

so easy to break.

Eduardo!

Did you hear that?

- And so it begins. - What's happening?

Go and cover Red's fishbowl.

Eduardo!

We actually have two ways to settle this, fuckers!

Go, go.

The first one,

now you give me the shit that is rightfully mine,

and I leave this place in peace.

Or go with the second option...

Who's this asshole?

I'm option number two, motherfucker!

Oh, if it isn't Wednesday.

But there's a third option, you fucking piece of shit.

You take your stooges and get the fuck out of here.

The drugs aren't yours and never were.

Oh!

Hello, you sly little girl.

You really had me going, huh?

And you were the weakest of them all, fucker.

At least Rafael had balls, you know, you little shit?

And you killed him, you fucker!

No, you're the reason Rafael's dead!

Come on, get inside now! Come on!

Go, go! Come on!

Stay down, stay down!

Get the fuck in there, for fuck's sake! Get in there, go!

Get the fuck inside, come on!

Ah, for fuck's sake!

Go, go!

What are you waiting for? You can go in now, asshole! Come on!

Go, go!

That filthy motherfucker!

Fuck!

You motherfuckers!

Where are the fucking drugs?

Huh? I'll blow your fucking head off, do you understand?

Where are the fucking drugs?

- Answer me! - Let him fucking go.

Hey, you have to be careful with that shit. That's not a BB gun.

- It's got one hell of a kick. - Get out of here!

Please. Look.

Zinha.

Because of the fucking cocaine, you almost died.

Who was by your side? Who took care of you?

Your father.

I took care of you. Baby girl, tell me where the drugs are.

And we'll go home, you and I.

I'm your father.

And you're my daughter.

All can be forgiven.

Huh? All right, Zinha?

"Zinha," fucking shit!

You fucking traitor!

You want to kill your fucking father? What's wrong with you?

You traitor!

You fucking traitor!

Fuck...

Fuck.

It was you or him, kid.

I'm glad it was him.

What's next?

We're lucky to be alive.

There's no excuse for what I did.

But at least we got justice.

For Rafael and for all the fucked up shit Arruda did.

Neither of us have a clear conscience anymore.

No one forced us to keep the drugs, that was our decision.

Eduardo.

We chose this path.

No.

It's not that simple.

Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty.

I mean, it wasn't just Arruda who died today.

I'm gonna have to carry his death for the rest of my life.

I know.

Never let the dead take their gold to the grave.

They won't need it.

You learn a lot when you're in the can.

I should make you a list.

Because you'll probably end up in jail. Or killed.

You're not in prison or dead, all right?

This is a prison by the ocean.

Or a cemetery for the living.

I won't get locked up or buried.

We had a plan, and if we follow it, everything will be all right.

- What about your girlfriend? - She's not my...

What about your fucking girlfriend?

She wants to get rid of the coke and get out of here.

That's just fucking stupid.

You do that, and your life will be exactly like your father's...

Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just tell me, please!

I go, I end up like you. I stay, I end up like my father.

What's the right choice? Just tell me!

There's no right choice.

You can go back to Rabo de Peixe

and be a small fish in a small pond all your life.

Or you can take a leap of faith and risk getting caught or killed.

Listen, kid.

You and I, we were cut from the same cloth.

We didn't come to this world to live boring lives.

It all comes down to this.

Get busy living or get busy dying.

So let's get fucking busy already.

I'll get you to America.

But I want my cut.

Of course you do.

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