What the fuck? What's going on?
What did I do? What did I do?
-Shh! -What the fuck?
Shh.
Shh, shh.
Shh.
Wait!
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Symptoms include muscle tension,
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or lose interest in your work.
Fuck, Billy Bob!
You promised that you would get the delivery in today before lunch.
Calm down. Don't worry, come on.
You're such a moron! She's our biggest client.
TURN OF THE TIDE
…and isolate yourself from friends and family.
Here are some techniques to help you relax.
Fucking Botelho won't give us the land for less than 20,000.
You have to keep your fucking voice down.
The dude's wearing headphones, and he's passed out.
Tomorrow, we'll offer him 15,000.
I can't tomorrow, I'm doing stuff with my dad.
-That's a hard pass. -It's fine, we'll go later.
I'll finish up here before that.
The job's getting done today, understood?
You shit your pants?
I'm ice-cold.
I respect the guy.
Respect?
You respect the guy, really?
Really.
And just breathe now.
Slow, deep breaths.
In and out.
Now, focus your attention
on your right foot.
Focus.
Why the hell did you park so far?
Well, maybe because there's a man tied up and we're in his car, Billy boy.
Right.
When outside thoughts arise
and interfere with your session…
This bitch wants to run away too.
Let's be quick about it.
…instead, gently direct your attention
back to my voice.
Focus on your breath,
and allow a feeling of deep relaxation to wash over you.
-Ms. Marília, apologies for the delay. -Good morning.
Here's everything for you.
Huh? Not much, though.
One, two, three!
Dude, come on!
Something's missing. There's no tomatoes.
Tomatoes, Billy Bob?
They're in there. Look again.
Fuck.
They're bruised all over.
-I'll take 'em. -I'm not paying for those.
Here's the chicken.
-Thanks. -Thanks a lot.
Here.
Fuck you, old hag. What do you know about tomatoes?
I should stick one up your--
Ah, shit.
Billy Bob! Billy Bob, Billy Bob!
Fucking come on!
Get in! Come on! Come on, come on, come on!
-Get in, get in! -Drive!
Look out!
-Sorry! -Ah!
Come on!
Don't get hit!
Everyone, look out!
Move, move, move!
Fucking shit.
Go.
Motherfucker!
Slow down. Hey, what are you doing?
You're fucking kidding.
Move, move!
BRUM FOR PRESIDENT
There's only one way. Zero tolerance, zero.
Small crimes always lead to bigger, serious crime.
Nobody starts off a murderer or thief.
Before that, people test the waters with small infractions.
And there is where we break the cycle.
That's why running independently is generating a lot of interest.
That's what I'll do when elected.
You're telling me that you're aware of all the causes and consequences,
and your plan is to tackle only the consequences?
The problems here in Rabo de Peixe will take generations to solve.
It's the responsibility of our institutions
to guarantee nobody in São Miguel fears their neighbor.
Vigilantes in the 21st century?
Real justice is best served by judges,
not on the street by men in hoods.
Otherwise, it's complete anarchy.
But vigilantism doesn't just come out of nowhere, right?
It's the struggle of the oppressed and the oppressor.
So, when they are robbed of the chance to live a dignified life,
and I'm talking about access to education, about employment, about healthcare,
it's normal for this to happen. Don't you agree?
This is starting to feel like some kind of debate,
not a profile.
Sorry I'm late.
I really wanted to be here on time, I even set an alarm.
I was already out when I realized the film was at my house.
No, no, not a problem.
We were already done.
Isn't that right?
-Okay. -Hmm.
Madam candidate.
Bye.
See ya.
The pantsuit, is that your only wardrobe?
Is it bad?
More.
Right.
Ah, just a little more skin.
-Mmm. -That's perfection.
Too much?
No, no, there's never too much cleavage. Right, let's go.
Hold that.
Yes.
Mmm.
Keep talking, keep talking.
Speak nonsense, I don't care.
Let it fly.
Um, blah, blah, blah.
-Let it fly, let it fly. -Blah, blah, blah.
There. Come here, right over here.
-Lean against the door. Yeah. -Like this?
Yeah, but don't look at the camera. Just look at me, don't stop.
It's so huge, though.
Hey, easy.
It's the perfect size… for a lady.
Ooh.
-Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. -Ooh.
Burn you alive
Tear you apart
Sever your ties
Devour your heart
Smear your name
Shred your clothes
Break your faith
Snap your bones
RETURN OF NIGHT VIGILANTES
Check it out, you guys.
Rafael Medeiros is back in the papers, man.
This photo's credited to Ian Barros.
It's by Ian? Our Ian?
I never had problems with my license, or renewing it.
-So why now? You're saying-- -I don't know what to tell you, Valentina.
Don't shoot the messenger.
It happens to everyone.
It's like the ground's ripped right out from under your feet.
A few years ago,
this business I got involved in ruined my life.
Yeah. I got rich, sure.
But my wife's gone, and my gift from America.
It was a gift from my father, my beloved plate of Kennedy.
What're you on about?
Never mind him. Look at me. Explain to me what's happening.
They said it's about tourism.
It's a recipe for shit pie.
No, it's not a recipe for shit pie.
First of all, because we're the good guys now.
And secondly, no one knows it was us.
And third of all,
you're drop-dead gorgeous.
Sílvia, marry me.
Lay off.
For fuck's sake.
It's Eduardo.
-What happened to you? -It's hot. I'm thirsty.
Here.
The car went down the carpet in front of the church
and fucked up everything.
All of the people running everywhere. What do you do?
I spent the whole day running like Forrest Gump.
-Crazy. -"Run, Forrest!"
How the fuck did you get away?
I played possum.
I learned to play dead from my mustached friend.
Never fails.
-You couldn't make out their faces? -No.
But it's a matter of time before they put it together.
You dip your hand in the beehive, I mean, the bees sting back.
How would they know it was us?
Guys, we have to give it up.
And stop rocking the boat.
No way we give up. What are we gonna do?
Send them a gift basket with fruits, pastries and a card?
Mmm, "Sorry, our bad, bro."
I have a son, Rafael.
Yeah, but you decided to hold on to the cocaine wafers, to sell them.
You bet your ass, I did.
It wasn't for revenge.
It was to earn a little cash.
Hey, look, baby.
I do everything to benefit our son.
So that he can grow up in a fairer world, a freer world, a better world.
-Fuck me. -Rafael?
-Mmm. -Are you high right now?
High-spirited. High like that. That's what you meant, right?
-That's not what I meant. -I need to pressure Badocha.
Somebody double-crossed us, and we can't let them fuck us over.
Brother.
-Count me out. -Sílvia.
Carlinhos… really?
Come on!
Fuck, look at the three of you, sitting here measuring dicks.
Well, I've seen 'em all and nobody's gonna win a medal.
Everyone carries some shit inside that they don't show anyone.
But memories are like herpes.
You think you're free of them. You even forget you have them.
And then, one day, you wake up with your lips all fucked up.
I can't believe you've never been to the movies.
I've never been.
You wanna live on the mainland?
She'd love to. Right, Sílvia?
He was some dumbass from the mainland
who was on the island for work.
He was real slick. A smooth talker.
He convinced her mother to give him money to enter a contest.
Win a month's vacation at Club Med in Morocco.
Everything paid for, including the camels.
On nights when he had one too many drinks,
he said he was gonna take them with him to Lisbon.
Ricardo.
I need to go grab smokes.
You have to come back, okay?
Where do you think I'm sleeping?
I don't know. Are you sleeping here with me?
-Of course. Where else? -Yeah?
-Silly girl. -Great.
-You promise? -I swear.
The guy was a real charmer. Said she was the first woman he loved.
Loved her, my ass.
Next day, he took off with her money in his pocket.
What'd I do? Fuck, stupid! What did I do?!
She found out he had a wife and three snotty kids.
The youngest one was born while he was in São Miguel.
Hey, Sílvia.
These men exist to fuck us over, sweetie.
Don't forget that lesson. You hear me?
Ever.
-Ma. -Jeez, Sílvia.
Do you have a list of all of those people who you brought to High Powder?
I don't have a list, come on.
I can give you names. You know all of 'em already.
Go for it.
Right now?
Right now.
I love you, Mike!
Yeah!
What the fuck is this?
You keep saying
You've got somethin' for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messing
Where you shouldn't be a'messing
And now someone else Is getting all your best
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days
These boots are gonna Walk all over you
Start walking
Hello, honey.
Show me the candy.
Mmm.
Amen.
How do you even sleep at night? You're such a con-artist.
Better than a newborn baby.
Makes sense. Babies do crap themselves, right?
How does anybody believe you? I don't get it.
It's this face.
It even gets me out of tickets when I'm speeding.
If you're really so rich,
then why don't you help the people you took everything from?
Huh?
Go on. Fucking tell me!
Don't be crazy, calm down.
You know, you have a dirty mouth.
How's that your fucking business?
Listen here.
Pure product.
Let me tell you a story.
Some scientist, he put on some experiment
with buckets of water that were all ice-cold.
He made participants put their hands in to see who would last the longest.
Some people were allowed to swear, and some of them couldn't.
The ones who lasted the longest
submerged in those damn buckets of ice-cold water…
they were the people swearing.
Moral of the story,
if I step all over those fools,
then that's because…
they bear the pain too well.
Open the door!
You free later?
Hey, maybe put your balls in a thing of ice-cold water. See if you last.
-Where is he? -We want our money back!
Hey!
Hey, Mike! We want our money back, you snake.
Where's he at? Come on!
Hey, he's in here.
My friends, there you are.
What are you laughing at? You're a thief!
-Hey, come on. Easy. Hey, hey! -That's it! Get over here! Hey!
-Give me that! You lied to us. -Who wants a watch, huh?
Oh, I want these shoes!
There's no problem if you just listen.
You're gonna leave here buck naked, rest assured.
Muah!
MOM
What's this, sweetheart?
Retribution.
Oh, Sílvia!
Candidate Brum.
I don't believe a single word out of her mouth.
Then how come you keep publishing what she says?
Because she's ahead in the polls, right?
-I'm not just gonna-- -You give her the spotlight.
And her platform keeps getting bigger
because you won't stop making her relevant.
You know that woman's a fucking liar, Pedro.
That's what I keep telling you.
You keep ignoring what I say.
-This fucking island-- -You reached the end of the list, Paula.
I'll tell you when it's done.
-You can't-- -Don't you dare start that shit again!
This is how you handle an unsolved case. I'd do the same thing--
Paula, that's the problem! That's what I'm telling you.
This is your daughter, not some case! And you have to--
You have no fucking idea. No idea.
Your other daughter needs a mother, too.
Exactly.
Exactly, Pedro.
And I won't give up until I bring her sister home again.
What the fuck's happening that's taking him so much time?
He's with some hookers.
How do you know it's hookers? He could…
He could… be having a meeting.
No, he's nailing some hookers, I know it.
-There's hookers around, I smell it. -What?
-And what do they smell like? -They smell like vanilla.
For being a father, you're pretty in the loop with hookers.
-Ooh! -Smells funny here, but it's not vanilla.
-Listen, Carlos Galante. -Hmm?
Sílvia's the only woman I've ever fucked my whole life.
Everyone knows that already. No surprise.
Wait, look. There he is. Get down.
Okay.
Go time, vanilla boys.
Name?
Uh…
Pedro Miguel.
We don't have a booking for anyone named Pedro Miguel.
We were actually looking for information about a client here,
named, uh, Dr. Lessa.
Sweetheart,
the hooker-client confidentiality is stronger
than the priest and a sinner in the confessionary.
Mmm.
Your dad's Mário João, isn't that right?
Hi, Dona Roberta.
Hello there.
-I can't believe it smells like vanilla. -Right? Yeah.
Tell me, how's your dad?
He's fine, I guess.
He was a man of few words, but I liked him.
Best repair guy in town.
He'd leave you in the salon,
sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons,
while he went to fix a fuse.
I'd pay him, and then you'd hit the road.
I think he was the only man
who left with his balls as full as when he got here.
Until you arrived.
How much you paying?
-For what? -Oh, sweetheart.
For the information.
I'm pretty sure what you want, we don't have on the menu today.
Oh, uh…
You're right there.
Sweetie, I'm gonna need more of your money.
The information I have on Lessa…
that information's what you'd call golden.
Wait, enough, enough. Focus, guys.
-Shh! -This stuff is very serious, okay?
Rafael! Fuck, dude. Just let me get through this.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay, come on.
Okay, so Lessa reads the Açoriano Oracle every day, right?
So we're gonna post an ad in the paper specially for him.
"Woman looking for piglet."
I love it.
Yeah. Mmm, we need to make it a bit more subtle,
or they won't put it in. But still clear.
How about we put up,
"Pretty girl looking for a man for rainy days."
RIBEIRA GRANDE AREA
That's too subtle. We have to make it more obvious,
otherwise he won't call.
I know. "Woman craving a yearning."
"Yearning on you."
We have to add in there, "No one call from blocked numbers."
It could be anyone calling, we need to know it's Lessa.
And we need a woman to answer the phone when he calls.
Get us a room, you talk to your friend.
Two dabs of vanilla.
We also need hidden cameras in the room, dig?
I think we know a guy who can help us with that.
Washing your hands before a piss is more important than washing them after.
I do both, though.
Why?
Respect for the hardware.
Bullseye.
And where the fuck in São Miguel can we find a woman
who will get down with this perv?
If we can't find one, we'll just order one from the mainland, right?
Yes, but not for me, it's for a party.
It's a surprise for a buddy, so…
You come to São Miguel, pay a visit,
your expenses included, your flights included,
your meals included, everything included.
We can't afford to pay for that.
Who's answering the phone, bro? The guy will be expecting a woman.
Hello, there.
-No. No, I'm not doing it. -How'd it go?
-I ran out of gas. -No, I meant with Mike.
I won't be pushed around.
No pushing here.
I just need some help with a job. Sílvia, do me a favor.
-Mmm! -Come on.
Why don't one of you pretend to be a woman?
-Pretend to-- What do you mean, pretend? -What?
I couldn't fool anyone.
I could give it a try.
Ah, fuck, Sílvia.
Sílvia…
You really are a bunch of pussies.
Sounds scary.
They put a plastic bag over my head, put me in the back of a car.
Just another Tuesday in the life of Eduardo.
Hmm. Yeah.
When we go to the house…
It's better if you drop me off before the door.
Considering you're a thug and my dad's a cop, that's problematic.
There's a dark spot nearby, though.
Right.
It's perfect for two people to kiss.
Another beer!
-You missed last call. -Mmm.
Forget today.
He's gonna end up fucking the cop's daughter.
What cop is that?
-Banha? -Yeah.
Fuck, how is that her dad?
Eduardo knows how to get away with shit, the motherfucker.
I'll put you to work then.
He didn't fuck up the job like you, he's got a set of nuts.
Yeah, he does.
Clear that table.
-Stop looking at that chick. -Hey, watch it.
-A couple of empties. -Look at this.
Wasn't there a spot here that's dark?
You mentioned we could have a little make-out sesh.
You said that, right?
-Hmm? -Mmm…
Come on, I tried.
Please try again. If at first you don't succeed?
Just one more. One more try.
What do you say?
MIND THE DOG
Sleep well.
Red pepper spray.
This beats you getting me that red bike for Christmas.
You'll be safer with it.
The streets are getting more dangerous at night.
Dad, you've been in love with Julia Roberts
since Pretty Woman, right?
It's her eyes.
You thought I'd leave without saying goodbye?
If things go well in America,
next time you can come with.
You're the man of the house now.
I know it's not fair when you're so young.
"…saw the ugly duckling and said, 'You're so lonely, come with us.'"
"And the ugly duckling was glad."
"All of a sudden, there were gunshots, and the geese fell in the water."
"A big hairy dog fished them out."
Fuck.
Even in fairytales, ugly people are all doomed.
Sílvia!
It's the mobile!
-Shh! What's wrong? -He's calling! Get up!
-The fucking phone's going off right now! -Shh.
-Wait a minute, wait. -Look!
Yes?
Everything has been arranged at the brothel.
The room is booked under your name.
You'll arrive first.
You'll prepare everything.
You'll take your clothes off.
You're gonna lay down on the bed.
And you're gonna wait for me.
Cameras are good. Now we wait for the expert to come.
-Show time. -Yeah, right.
She hasn't answered my calls all fucking day. The flight was at noon!
This guy's not gonna lie there forever, Rafael.
-I know, I know. -Hey.
When I first heard Night Vigilantes on the news,
when I heard that thing about the guy from Porto,
the first thought I had was, "That's my fucking gang!"
I saw your photo in the paper the other day.
Hmm? I'm proud of you, man.
I prefer film in medium format.
Hello? Hey, where are you?
I'll-- I'll grab the door.
What do you mean, the flight was cancelled?
The flight was cancelled? Was it cancelled or did you miss it 'cause you were late?
Or are you enjoying some time in São Miguel with my money? Fuck! Shit!
He's fucking leaving!
-Fuck. -No, we have to keep this guy here.
He can't fucking leave.
-Carlinhos, get ready. -Mainland whores!
-Fuck, man! -Why should I go in there?
It doesn't matter who it is for this kind of stuff.
-Of course it fucking matters, Ian. -Then I'll go! You want me to fucking go?
What, are you kidding, fucker? Sit the fuck down. Sit the fuck down!
What's he doing?
Hello?
I'm almost there. I'm so, so close.
I hope you're still lying in bed waiting for me.
One minute.
Okay.
You want a picture? Huh?
Baby, you don't have to do this.
I don't?
You idiots keep getting into trouble and I have to come in and save your asses.
Fuck my life.
Fuck!
Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this.
No.
Uh…
No, no.
You're not allowed to move, and no touching.
Okay.
Are you ready?
Ready when you are.
It's impossible not to love this woman.
Uh…
She's perfect.
I was hoping that we maybe could meet once a week.
Tuesdays are always open…
Wednesday's always a better day.
Come sit down.
Everything that happened tonight here in this room… was recorded.
You're a perv.
What's going on here?
Three years ago, you got a call from somebody.
-A lotta people call me. -Mmm.
This one was special. It was about a shipment of cocaine.
I just want you to know
that if you don't give us information,
it's not just gonna be your wife, your kids, and that long-lost cousin
who will know what a sick fuck you are, I'll show the whole island.
Not to mention…
I'll break all of your fucking teeth.
Hmm?
-Ciprião Cruz. -Who?
Who the hell is that?
Some guy from an investment fund.
I didn't do anything else, I swear.
If anyone knew what to do with that, it'd be him.
Someone called me, I called him, that's all.
He rubs elbows with the rich and the powerful.
Good. Good, follow through.
Hey! No one spars with the dwarf?
I promise I'll stop when you spit your teeth out.
-That's very nice of you. -Let's dance.
Let's do it.
Oh!
Watch for that right.
If I wasn't there…
-So true. -Thank you, thank you, thank you.
What reeks?
I don't know. São Miguel just smells funny.
It's sulfur, my loves.
Wait up, wait up. Wait up, guys.
-I have an idea. Wait. -You're leaving?
Yeah, no, I'm not going. We need a pic. Come, forward a little.
-Wait a second, stay there. -Everyone get your hoods on.
What's this picture for, Ian?
Don't worry. I'll make sure no one sees it, it's fine.
-Let's all get pretty. -Yeah, let's put these on.
Let's do it.
Is this hot?
-Wait, wait, wait. -Is this okay?
Wait, hold on.
That's so fucking great.
-Really? -Wait, one more, one more.
-Fuck yes. It's great. -Take them off.
Kid, write this down. List of the best feelings ever.
The woman you love giving birth to your child,
scoring the winning goal in overtime,
that first line of coke.
And this moment right here,
when we felt like we were light being born into a world of darkness.
And now it was time to go after whoever took our drugs. of darkness.