-Are you ready? -Ready when you are.
NIGHT VIGILANTES
Lessa became the talk of the town.
And of course, it was all thanks to us.
We burned copies of the sex tape and hid them in 15 different DVDs
that were available to rent down at the video store.
Madagascar, Mona Lisa Smile, The Notebook.
It was all anyone talked about.
Hang on. Is that Lessa?
The hell is he doing?
And so overnight,
everyone knew that Night Vigilantes were back.
That's the incredible thing about light.
In the blink of an eye, it's everywhere.
NIGHT VIGILANTES STRIKE AGAIN
AÇORIANO ORACLE PORTUGAL'S OLDEST NEWS
ISLAND DAILY NIGHT VIGILANTES
Come on, come on! Let's get out of here!
TURN OF THE TIDE
Banha, I'm not asking for much here, okay?
Find out who's behind this. Is that so hard?
Get the identities of these Night Vigilantes.
Teach them a lesson.
If you're not gonna watch that…
No. Take it, Banha.
May I make a suggestion?
What?
I know guys who can handle this problem in less than three days.
Unwanted attention would just mean more trouble.
Fuck, I knew this was gonna turn to shit. We're everywhere now.
It's not funny.
It's not funny, Rafael. We shouldn't be drawing attention.
Ow!
-Fuck. -Deserved.
Ciprião Cruz.
Who the hell is that?
Some guy from an investment fund.
He rubs elbows with the rich and the powerful.
LAUNDROMAT
You could at least bring some clothes in. We need receipts, Ciprião.
Well, you know, we have a maid.
You picked dry cleaning.
Why not try selling appliances or used cars? Anything else.
We learned about it from the best. Money laundering.
Al Capone cleaned money for the Mafia with laundromats.
There's where the term comes from.
How innovative of you.
Is your family here?
I sent them on a vacation with Mickey Mouse for a couple weeks.
You all set?
-Ready to go? -Are you gonna tell me what's happening?
Mateus?
-Come on, hurry up. I'll go grab him. -Come on, honey.
-Mateus, time to go. -One second.
Now.
I smell alcohol. Where were you yesterday?
Let Night Vigilantes come, if they dare.
Can I help you, sir?
Mm-hmm.
Wash and fold.
Keep an eye out. They aren't messing around.
Canto, it's me. It's under control.
How were we planning to inflate our earnings?
We'll need a lot more receipts.
We got a plan for fake receipts.
Fuck.
-You stole a damn suit? -I did.
But I left a sweater, so it won't be suspicious.
Dude's boring as shit, bro.
Talking to a guy about Mickey.
-Mickey Mouse? -Yeah.
Welcome back to It's Time for Music.
We have a young man with a lot of talent here with us.
Hello, what's your name?
Carlinhos. Carlos.
That's pretty unique.
And where are you from, Carlinhos Carlos?
Rabo de Peixe.
Oh, Rabo de Peixe. And what song are you singing?
"Não Sejas Mau P'ra Mim" by Dora.
Wow! Good luck to you, then.
It's time for music!
IT'S TIME FOR MUSIC
Excuse me. Is this gonna take much longer?
You have to be patient.
Carlos Manuel, they're ready for you.
Are you sure I don't have to do more exams, or…
-What for? -…X-rays?
What could we do?
Pain levels?
They're much better.
Did you drive here yourself or is someone waiting?
A friend drove me. Why?
Hand, please.
See? It barely even hurts.
Want to feel nothing?
Try taking this.
Life hurts enough as it is, right?
A pill a day… keeps the doctor away.
Hey, Skinny, you all good now?
Ready to get back to work? Carlinhos, where you going, man?
I've been to your place, you can't hide from me.
-Just stay away. -Hmm.
I already told you, I won't go back on the cruise.
-I hate that bullshit. -Why's it matter?
Nobody on the planet enjoys their job. Face it.
That's what they pay you for, to have a shitty life that you hate.
You think you're special, don't you?
-Hey. -Back off!
You're in breach of contract if you don't get on that ship in two days.
I'm warning you.
What the fuck?
You better not bail.
Let's go.
And now, it's finally time to crown the next winner
of It's Time for Music!
Good luck.
And your next winner is…
Bernardo Lourenço!
Congratulations, you won!
-What's this for? -Raffles.
To get a little dude to the recruitment practice for Benfica.
One euro to enter the raffle. It's nothing, right?
-What's the big prize? -A new suit for a fresh look.
Totally perfect for weddings, reunions, funerals and shit.
Fish festivals.
Where can I display it?
Oh, Rafael…
It needs to be front and center, Valentina.
Give me that. Hand it over. Oh, my God.
Fuck, Carlinhos, how could you trust that motherfucker again?
If you'd come to us, I would've been able--
Be real, Sílvia.
Aren't you worried about enough as it is?
Your mother's drinking, you're a mother yourself.
You have Rafael.
-You're basically hiding it. -Yeah, that's on purpose.
I don't want you worrying about this bullshit.
-What's this about? -That I'll never be a singer.
I'm a dreamer. I can't go on being a fool.
That's why when Canina stepped up, and offered to try getting me gigs,
it made me feel good.
"Pathetic little me." Go on, waste your time.
Why are you talking like this?
If it means that for the rest of my life
I'll sing like an idiot for old people on cruise ships,
then… I don't want it.
Carlinhos,
I can't even count how many times you moved me to tears with your singing.
This isn't over.
I miss anything?
Just some bullshit we still need to figure out.
VOTE FOR BRUM
That's it. Looks good.
-But the pictures are shit, blurry. -That doesn't matter right now, Rafael.
-We have to fuck up Canina, we need-- -Brother.
Don't make this one of your overly-complicated plans.
-It's not a Kubrick's Cube. -Rubik's.
That's what I said.
Um, no, I beg to differ. You said "Kubrick's."
Whatever! Remember last time? We gave him a fucking scare.
We'll do the same shit. We pick him up.
-Mm-hmm. -We go there--
Oh, hold up.
Something with more artistry!
Is he a pet owner by chance?
-He has an adorable cat. Why? -There you go. Like our favorite film.
-What are you talking about? -The Godfather?
The Godfather.
You're gonna cut the head off the cat?
-Of course. -That's not even funny.
-Rafael… Rafael. -I'm kidding, you guys!
We go there,
kidnap the son of a bitch, the little cat, and give it to a sweetheart.
For example, your mother.
There it is. I'mma go over there, I'mma steal the fucking cat.
Your mom's parakeets will love that, right?
Shit, ahh!
-Let's go! -Okay.
We won't be able to catch the cat, poor thing.
She fucked me up.
Okay, let's go for plan B. Come on.
Rafael!
-Let's go! -What was plan B?
Fuck, Nelly.
If I catch you pissing on my shoes again, I'll fuck you up.
Nelly!
Fuck! Ahh!
Fuck!
J-Just be cool, all right?
Fuck, I never did anything, I swear.
Take whatever you want, do whatever you want.
Just please don't hurt me, okay?
Shh.
Please, I don't know who you talked to, but look, I'm sorry. I swear, I swear!
I'm sorry. I'll never do it again.
Shh.
-Holy shit! Fuck! -Fuck!
God! Ah fuck, it's burning!
-Fucking help me! -What the fuck did you do?
-Dude, I didn't touch the guy, I swear. -It's the fucking hair removal cream!
It-- Fucking shit!
Fucking help me! Shit!
Fuck!
-Fucking blow on it, dude! -Huh?
Fuck, dude! Oh, God. I can't take it!
I'm telling you, he told me himself.
He had acid poured all over his body by those Night Vigilante guys.
-Acid? -Acid! I'm serious.
What kind of acid?
Fuck, the type that burns. Sulfuric, I don't know.
I saw him all hunched over like a fucking spider.
-What'd he do to deserve that? -No idea.
But everybody's known for years that he's full of shit, right?
So just pick something. Ha!
Now he's serving his sentence.
Fuck this.
Fuck you!
Night Vigilantes is making him pick up trash all over Rabo de Peixe
for an entire year.
He's totally fucked.
Well, at least there's that.
The streets are fucking gross.
Fucking assholes.
And all of a sudden, we realized we were fucking heroes.
Right up there alongside Pauleta and Nelly Furtado.
You sure? Nothing yet?
Nothing. And my family is back in a few days.
Might've been a false alarm. Let's hope this all stops here.
Right.
You sound annoyed.
No, no. It's all good, sir.
Fucking A!
EXCLUSIVE PICTURE OF NIGHT VIGILANTES
-Fuck. Ian said this was just for us. -This is perfect. For real.
Rafael's right. Everyone's gonna be terrified of Night Vigilantes.
We put the hoodies on, and people will piss their pants.
We don't even have to touch them. Fuck, we won't even have to be--
-That's what happened with Canina, right? -Right.
He shat his pants when we got there and ripped up his contract.
Want the fucking contract? You want it? There it is.
Fucker.
That's that.
And this book is the most incredible thing I ever held in my hands.
Aside from your beautiful butt, of course.
Hear me out, okay? We pull up in the middle of the night.
Ah.
The fucker wakes up to see me and Eduardo with our hoods on.
I open up to page 39, and I start reading…
"With great force, you punch your enemy in the throat,
dead center of the Adam's apple."
"He will suffocate and maybe even perish."
And after that, we'll stand there like this,
just making eyes at his neck.
He'll get so scared, he'll tell us everything.
Let's see if it's that easy. I'll come too.
-Yes! -Yeah, let's all go!
Like the team we are. And you, my darling, will wait in the car,
ready to speed away into the night.
As soon as you jump in the car, pedal to the metal.
Yeah!
We need dirt on him if he's gonna come clean.
Sílvia, we've got nothing on him.
The guy's an angel. I mean, I've been tailing him all week.
Seriously. He's loyal to his wife,
doesn't steal, he doesn't even spit on the ground. We've got nothing.
And we know that his family's on vacation, so the time is now.
What if he calls the police?
He stuck his nose in our coke.
When have you ever seen the police called by a criminal, hmm?
Look at these two, so corny!
Mario and Luigi.
Where one goes, the other follows.
Is it Mariana?
She's the right age, but…
How is she?
The same boat.
Broken into pieces.
It's not her.
Let's go home.
-Let me take your car. Please? -Let's just go.
Please, Pedro, I need some fresh air. Let me take your car.
You fucking shit! Come out here!
I'm right here! Come out if you're man enough, motherfucker!
She's out of her mind. Just do something about it.
I'm not gonna leave till I find out where you put my daughter.
-You hear me, motherfucker? -I don't know, a cop car maybe.
Do I have to do everything?
I'm gonna bring you to justice if it means I have to die on this fucking island.
Do something! I can't leave the house.
You hear me, motherfucker?!
Whatever. Fine.
Motherfucker.
Gimme another beer.
You must be tighter than the cockpit of a submarine.
I wish you were a chicken so I could jab a stick up your ass and put you on a fire.
-What'd you say to me? -Son of a bitch, let go!
-Say that again, princess! -Let go!
-Go on, say that shit again. -Let me go!
Ah, fuck! You fucker!
Fuck!
You all right?
I'm fine, Eduardo.
Just spit it out. What is it?
Uh…
I was, uh, just by your house, and…
I saw that, uh… that detective Paula was there.
That's nothing new. Poor woman thinks my dad was involved.
It's all so fucked up. It's so fucked.
Can you imagine if somebody you love disappeared?
I'd be a fucking mess after that.
I mean, you don't get past it.
Is there anything from my dad?
Where's your mother?
She's working, Mister.
My dear family,
I miss you all so much.
The work here is tough.
I met someone who promised to help me get my papers.
And when that happens,
I can get a better job
and bring you all here so that we can be together.
I know it's not much money,
but I want you to buy something for yourselves.
A toy for Eduardo.
And a new blouse for you, my love.
Eduardo, your mother told me that you've been a good boy.
Your father is very proud of you for being so strong.
I miss you so much.
Sending lots of love.
NIGHT VIGILANTES
Where're you hiding the coke and the money?
I swear--
Look at this guy. You must be over the moon.
You kill someone, you get three years. Huh!
Me, I get betrayed by a goddamned snitch,
I get ten years. Wanna explain that to me?
It's called voluntary manslaughter, Article 133.
Which means if you kill someone with a motive of relevant social value,
your sentence becomes less severe.
A crime punishable by a sentence of one to five years.
-It's been three years. Can you count? -You're smart.
Let's give you a little parting gift--
Fuck!
Ah, fuck.
-Okay, all phones on do not disturb? -Yeah.
Sílvia, mine's on vibrate. Text if you need me.
Okay.
Okay, hoods on, everybody.
Dude, Carlinhos, how come you're always on some bullshit?
There's a pompom on your head.
You're the ones picking basic shit.
The pink pompom's a lot. It's always something.
Dude, come on, Rafael.
Okay.
Okay, let's go.
Carlinhos, hang on a second. I have to tell you something.
They were looking for singers for a TV show, I put your name in.
You're telling me now?
Go.
-Go, go! -Jesus!
-Dude, quiet! -I know.
Done.
Quiet.
We're in.
-Cover your fucking face up, dude. -What?
Fuck.
Shh.
Upstairs? Upstairs.
Shh.
Rise and shine.
Get up. Are you deaf, dude?
Is this guy fucking high or something?
The fuck?
What the hell?
Hey, Rafael! Where you going? The fuck are you going, dude?
Over there, real quick.
Shit!
Fuck!
Hey. Stay here, okay? Don't go anywhere.
Fuck me!
Fuck this.
Catch me if you can
-Catch me -Catch me
Work harder, work smarter That's how we do it j
-Catch me -Catch me
Go faster, go farther Try and catch me…
Fucking shit!
Fuck, dude.
Man…
Nobody needs to get hurt.
I disagree.
The fuck is this?
Fucking shit. Fuck.
"You have to get out of there. Two guys just went in."
Fuck!
-Fucking shit! -Calm down.
-What the fuck is going on right now? -Be cool, be cool! Easy.
Fuck.
Mmm.
All the birds are flying in the wrong direction.
That's a bad omen right there, man.
Look, that's the guy.
What the fuck is he doing?
Come on, let's go.
Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You fucking shit! Come out here!
Your idol sure is a lucky fucker. Come on.
It's not gonna happen.
I'm not gonna leave till I find out where you put my daughter!
You hear me, motherfucker?
Shh.
What do we do now?
Now?
Go grab him while there's some distraction.
Come on, let's go.
I'm so confused, dude. What the fuck is happening right now?
Shut up! Shut the fuck up, or I'll shoot you both--
-Calm down, please. Calm down. -Hey, hey. Careful.
Oh. Oh, shit!
Hello.
I've got him right here, sir.
Hello, motherfucker.
I don't know who this is, I have no idea.
Who is this? I'm sorry, I-- I don't know.
Who's this?
You don't remember me, huh?
Memorize this name,
since it's the last thing you're gonna hear.
Bruno Frutuoso.
I don't… B-B-Bruno Frutuoso?
Fuck, dude, who are you?
What the fuck? I don't know you.
-You know the name Bruno Frutuoso, guys? -Fuck no, dude.
I'm sorry.
-Bruno Frutuoso? That's Badocha. -Ah.
-Fuck, is this Badocha? -Badocha called you?
You fucking piece of shit! Don't ever fucking call me Badocha!
Fucking shit.
Let me just say, before I shoot you in the fucking head,
that I'm a huge fan of your work, all right?
Yeah.
This isn't personal. We're just doing it for the money, but now it's time.
No, no, no, no.
-Let's do it. -Come on.
Just wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait, please.
You want cash, right?
This guy's got something really fucking valuable in his house.
We're professionals, man!
500,000 euros. Minimum.
How much is Badocha paying you, huh? The money you'll get from this a lot more.
It makes sense. Right?
Oh, really? Where is it?
-Huh? -Let us go. I'll show you.
And I want a cigarette. Please.
Yeah?
Ah, let's see.
This knot's fucking tight.
Let's fucking go.
-Who tied this shit like this? -Come the fuck on.
Fuck me. Fuck this bullshit!
Whoo!
Fuck yeah.
Line up, let's go. Move it!
-Fuck, okay! Fuck. -Calm down.
Stay here with him, yeah? Go!
What a night, huh?
Yeah.
Why don't you go and pour a drink while we wait?
Is it really true that you killed Arruda?
And some dude in Fall River?
Ah.
And what happened with the Brazilians, huh?
What was that like?
-I'm a fan. -Yeah.
It's right there.
A piece of whale barf.
You're shitting me.
I told you, it's whale barf.
-Are you fucking kidding me, dumbass? -No, it's true! It's true.
This stuff goes for a fortune. Any perfumer will buy it.
500,000, minimum.
So, what happened with the Brazilians?
Well, at first, they kidnapped us.
They put us all inside a van, and…
Oh.
-What's that? What is this? -I don't know! I don't know!
Don't you fucking move!
-I have nothing to do with this! -Don't fucking move! Don't move, dude!
Fuck me!
Oh, my God.
Fuck.
What the fuck's going on?
Oh, fuck.
-Fuck! -What are you doing in here, Sílvia?
-Oh, fuck. Let's go. -Fuck's going on?
Let's fucking go!
Just start the fucking car, Sílvia! Step on it!
Billy Bob! Billy Bob!
Shh! Shh!
Shh!
Let go, you fuck!
Fuck!
-No, wait. -What is this?
That's it. Let's go.
Let's go. Oh, shit.
How many fingerprints can one place have?
We don't even need prints.
Look.
They basically signed their name. e have?