We're out of beer. Gimme five bucks, I'll get some more.
All right. Bring 'em this.
It's a winner.
This won't cut it.
You should also go and get us something to eat.
Like, uh, one of those big lasagnas. Microwavable.
There's no microwave in your kitchen.
Not after tonight.
Turns out, this is where our coke was.
Rebelo thought he was set for life,
but stealing our drugs was the beginning of his downfall.
And the start of Night Vigilantes.
Geninha! Don't expect me for dinner.
Whoo! Whoo!
Whoo!
Eh, one more round for everyone. It's my treat.
Nobody else is here, look around.
Oh.
Here, have this last beer on me.
-For the road. -Thanks.
Mmm.
Ah, need a weed wacker here.
Oh, yeah.
Now, where is it?
JESUS SAVES
Geninha?
Geninha, I brought you a gift.
Oh!
You gotta be kidding me!
I want my Geninha back!
You ruined my life, you fucking bastards!
I want my Geninha back!
Get the fuck out here! I dare you to come out!
Be careful.
You show up uninvited one more time, you'll end up a dead man.
-Got it? -Uh-huh.
That was a great man.
TURN OF THE TIDE
Fuck, this guy's cold cuts are awful.
The ham's turkey?
Fuck if I know. Could be turkey dick.
I'm confused.
Let-- Let me have a look.
Here.
Luís Zorrinha for 10,000. Maria Antunes for 10,000.
Mário João Rezende…
Ian!
What's the password?
It's "golden shower."
Stop, wait! It'll lock us out.
-Stop? -It's not that.
"Big… hairy snatch."
There.
Okay, so can the password ninja help break us in?
Ninja, no. I do know a samurai who can probably help out.
There's quite a bit of money moving around.
It's all from offshore companies.
I know this one.
This one's Milhafre Solidário. They do social work.
I need a bit more time, but…
Night Vigilantes want this? Why?
They call themselves Night Vigilantes.
Use your head, dude. I really need to explain it?
There's something I want.
Mmm?
An exclusive interview.
Ian!
What the fuck, Ian?
Ah. So here's the deal.
Uh…
If you can go find out what Ciprião Cruz is up to…
…you got yourself an interview.
Cool?
Fuck. My mouth is full of lint. This shit's so itchy.
I can't see for shit.
Who's the brainiac that bought this fucking garbage?
Me. They only had nylon.
Only nylon?
Baby, that's what I use to fish, not wear over my fucking head.
-Next time, you buy it. -What do we do next?
-Easy, let me take 'em to the house. -Hey.
And wash 'em with lavender fabric softener.
They'll be brand new when I'm done.
-That's not what I was asking. -Hey, slow down.
Listen to me, baby
I'm the mood for chase
Awesome. Thanks, Valentina.
I'll cry my heart out in flames
I got the road in my veins…
Hey! I told you I'd get it, little buddy.
We will be rolling some fun
Because you do, do, do, do
Get me to fire my gun…
NEEDED - HOUSEKEEPER PAID PER HOUR
And then my head go insane
You're all that I want to learn
You are a cigarette burn
PORT DIRECTOR
Until we could find out what was on Ciprião's computer,
Night Vigilantes had arrived at a dead end.
DOCK WORKER BODY FOUND
What now, Eduardo?
Hey!
I did it!
I was chosen for the TV show!
Congratulations, son! Congratulations!
-You did it! You're unstoppable. Yeah! -Thank you, guys.
He's officially on TV!
-I'll make Rabo de Peixe famous! -God's got you, bro.
We're gonna need to celebrate with some beer.
-Add one more. I'm drinking too! -One more for me, Valentina.
Of course.
-That fucking cop just ruined my life. -Ah, it's over here.
He took my plate of Kennedy and ruined my life.
And all these-- these ungrateful motherfuckers, man.
-Here he goes. -If it weren't for-- for Kennedy…
-Yeah? -All of us would've starved.
What's his obsession with Kennedy?
President Kennedy gave visas to a lot of people
to help get a new start,
after the eruption of the Capelinhos volcano.
And so Rebelo's grandfather was one of the lucky few. Right, Rebelo?
It's true, he was.
He took the plate from my house, and-- and no one fucking cared.
Well, he's out of his mind now, I guess.
There're a lot of injustices happening.
Let's drink.
-Cheers to our Carlinhos. -What about me? That's better.
How about a toast? To Carlinhos!
-And cheers to Kennedy! -He's our hero!
To Kennedy!
-To Kennedy. -Yes.
-Who is this star? -You're standing around.
Just drinking your beers, poor man's shellfish in your bellies,
instead of helping your island.
-Mmm. -Tell them about Dr. Mamede.
So, what's the deal with this Dr. Mamede?
That fucking doctor.
He's always high on coke and he mistreats his patients.
We should do something about it.
We put a little fear into him.
Carlinhos, listen, man.
That was an exception, what we did.
We just did it to help you out with Canina, that's it.
Come on, I mean, the whole idea of this was to find the people who fucked us over.
And did that get us far?
Dude, Night Vigilantes has bigger fish to fry.
You mean for things that concern you.
We tried being sharks, going after the big fish.
Got pretty fucked over.
Maybe we should just forget the big fish and focus on the little ones.
Our masks, they're washed with lavender.
Hey, stop that! What're you doing?
Eh, what's up, Doc?
You're gonna stop snorting that shit. Give me the bag!
We're gonna give you a job.
Courtesy of Night Vigilantes, sir.
Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Bexiga?
Jose Fagote, fishery inspector.
A first-class bastard. Hands out fines left and right.
Always looking for someone to grease his palm.
We take care of the day-to-day injustices
that plagued the streets of our island.
Marilia Teles.
A tax official and a floozie who makes life miserable for everyone.
But, little by little, it felt like all this pettiness
was sticking to our skin like a scab.
Where did justice end and revenge begin?
This motherfucker's had his phone off all day.
I'm curious, how'd you get the computer?
You know Deep Throat?
Comparing yourself to the Washington Post and Rabo de Peixe to Watergate?
But it's working.
At least I learned that my girlfriend
has the same journalistic references as I do.
And… I got a laugh out of it.
It's been forever since you've called me that.
Been forever since you laughed.
Follow the cash trail.
Aren't you being forward?
Did you call me Cristina?
Enter.
Good afternoon. Shall I close the door?
No photographer?
We don't need him.
We have the pictures from the last interview.
Huh.
May I sit?
Okay then, let's begin.
-Mind if I record? -Hmm.
The name Ciprião Cruz. Does that mean anything to you?
We gained access to some information related to the funding for your candidacy.
And we discovered that dozens of donations
had been made by residents of a nursing home
owned by the Milhafre Solidario Association.
The name Ciprião Cruz. Does that mean anything to you?
We gained access to some information related to the funding for your candidacy…
And we discovered that dozens of donations…
Imagine the headlines when it gets out
that the candidate who's incorruptible stole from a journalist.
That's what you're upset about?
He knows about the old people from the group home. And Ciprião!
-Sit down! -No.
No, no, no, no, no.
Ciprião was killed by Night Vigilantes.
-Cristina. -Mmm?
What was it?
Valium.
-Gimme. -Come on, I have something to show you.
Voilà.
Wow!
The more drugs that are out there, the cheaper they sell their houses.
We already own 80% of Rabo de Peixe.
We'll buy what's left until the election, which you have in the can.
So that we can flatten it all and exchange the misery for progress.
Well, hello there, rapexinho.
That's a tourist.
We didn't order any rapexinhos.
Good stuff, little bro. You played a great game.
You go to bed early.
'Cause last time we went to Arrifes, we got destroyed.
This time tomorrow, we obliterate those fucking Eagles.
That's a sweet ride, man.
It's enough to get the kid to Lisbon, right?
I told you, hmm? Don't put ideas in my son's head.
You should be investing in your son's future.
You, Rafael Medeiros, "the promise that never was,"
giving me advice for the future?
Fine, we both know he's not my son. But I got that money for him, not you.
There are more important things to use cash for
than having the kid kick balls in Lisbon.
Like what? A car?
Should I try to earn cash rollerblading?
Are you feeding my family?
You making ends meet? Worry about your own son.
For years, Mrs. Lourdes acted as a daycare,
since the island didn't have one.
Like so many others, she ended up selling the house and moving to Faial.
So the parents of Rabo de Peixe were left without a safe space to leave their kids.
Before things got better, they got a hell of a lot worse.
He could be another Mário João Rezende.
No, bro, it's not. I called the group home and I spoke to him.
I said I was one of those guys selling hearing equipment to the elderly.
Ah, he said, "I'm not deaf and not old." And told me to fuck off.
He'd say that.
Yeah.
I know. Trust me, I know. But we…
Everything points to here.
-It's been years since I've seen him, bro. -I know.
I know, bro. I'm sorry.
-I'm going with you, okay? -You're not. I'm going alone.
-You can leave if you want. -No, hang on.
-Come on, give it back! Let go! -Mário!
It's mine! Give it back! It's mine. Stop it!
-You said I could have it. -Hey, Mário?
-Stop lying. -Mário!
Hey, Mário.
-What? -Go pick up Rafael.
Come on, the buses don't run this late. Don't make him walk in the rain.
If only he cared about school as much as playing soccer.
-Go on. -I'm going, I'm going, I'm going.
I'll be back.
I don't know why he can't just take a joke.
I was kidding.
Dad?
Rafael?
Pauleta saved Paris Saint-Germain, as always.
Happened at 89 minutes. What a player!
Did you watch?
I watched the recap.
Nice place.
Yeah, couldn't be better.
Have you donated anything at all to the campaign of that lady
who's out running for office, Cristina Brum?
I haven't seen you for years, and you come by asking for my money?
I don't want your money, Dad.
I need to know if--
I'd be dead if I weren't here. What've you ever done for me?
-Are you for real? What'd you do for me? -I'm your father.
You're my son, it's your duty to visit your dad!
You know that reaching out goes both ways?
It was easier turning your back and forgetting about your son.
Sissy boy hurt himself out on the field? Poor baby.
I did fine on my own. Never acted like a victim.
Never almost killed myself by crashing my car like a drunk idiot!
Come on, hit me!
Hit me. That's what you want, right?
Fucking do it!
Now's your chance!
Get your revenge, you fucker.
Just do it. Come on, fuck me up!
Do it!
It could've been us in that house, Rafael.
That house…
beneath all that mud.
Me and you.
Rafael.
Go see what happened.
We're the ones that should've died in that flood,
with our mouths full of dirt.
Your mother, our whole family.
But no, we had to be the ones to live.
Us, the rotten ones.
I was different before that landslide, Rafael.
Maybe I wasn't the best man,
but I wasn't a bad man either.
You were never my father.
To the rest of the family, maybe, but never to me. Never.
Everything's gone, Rafael.
All gone.
That can really break a man.
It really breaks a kid too, but I never got your support.
I was doing my best.
But you left me.
I was 14 years old, Pop.
I needed somebody. You wouldn't even look at me.
-I went to find a family. -Where? At the Sports Club of Santa Clara?
No.
I…
I was your family, Rafael.
But you left me behind for football.
The club put a roof over my head.
They fed me and respected who I was.
So what? You became nothing.
You had a gift, but you fucked that up.
You never came to a game. How would you know that?
Time for your medicine, Mr. Rezende.
And who are you, sir?
-He's Rafael Rezende. -Rafael Medeiros.
-My son. -Handsome, just like his father.
-See you in a bit. -See you.
Why'd you use your mother's name instead of mine?
Why do you think I did?
Because of me.
Because of her.
You have a grandson, you know?
Now you'll understand me better, maybe.
I understand that I'll be a better father than my own.
Should be pretty easy.
You know that kid who's playing for Manchester,
the one from Madeira?
I would've mopped the floor with him.
I was never gonna be the son he wanted.
He was never gonna be the father I needed.
But I still couldn't understand that, let alone accept it.
I was so full of rage, it consumed me.
Tonight
Stop it! Oh, my God! Stop!
The city is dreaming But I'm wide awake…
Dad! Dad!
Dad, are you okay?
It's always easier to run away than stay,
but I had to stop running.
The city is dreaming But I'm wide awake tonight
Bright lights, big city
The city is dreaming But I'm wide awake tonight…
I'm begging you, God…
Just please don't let me die all fucked up in the rain.
Heart's pumping so out of control
Blue lights, storm's here
Raining in Paris, oh, so sweet
Dark night
Barefoot, empty halls
Darkened rooms
Hard rain, storm's gone
The city's dreaming But I'm wide awake tonight
Tonight
The city's dreaming But I'm wide awake tonight
-Come to my house? -Let's go.
-Yeah? -What about your dad, hmm?
-He's at the station. -It's cool?
-Come on, let's go. -Let's go. Come on. Oh.
It's my dad.
Huh?
-Yeah. My dad. -Really? You're fucking kidding me.
Cemeteries are full of men who thought being horny and being brave
were the same thing.
"Here lies Eduardo Melo,
a former drug dealer and convict
who was fucking the daughter of a corrupt cop."
Yeah, Dad.
Hey there.
Surprised you're awake.
But fortune favors the bold.
And scoundrels always get lucky.
At that time, I thought…
I thought I'd hit the jackpot, it was crazy.
There's no microwave in your kitchen.
No problem, Geninha.
Not after tonight.
I was gonna make more in one night than I could in half a dozen years.
And all I had to do
was pick up a container from down at the docks.
But be careful what you wish for, kid.
'Cause all that money was cursed.
Be careful.
That was a great man.
Don't fuck with me.
Call me a drunk,
but I'm not a liar.
This plate here…
was a gift from America from my granddad.
Special collector's item.
Where did you take the fucking container, Rebelo?
-I'm going. -No, no, no, Rafael.
They have cameras.
Fuckers.
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
I'm only the honorary president.
I'll ask my administration about what you just told me.
Would you mind handing me those books?
Sure.
For 20 years,
the Milhafre Solidário Association has helped the underprivileged
in the Azores.
It would be quite unfair of you
if you tarnished their work over some… rumors.
But these aren't rumors.
They're documents.
They could be false. Where did you get those documents?
I'm sure you know a reporter never reveals his sources.
A man of integrity.
Allow me to fill you in.
Democracy dies in darkness, right?
I'm sure you've heard that before.
Ciprião Cruz was murdered by Night Vigilantes,
and it seems that they took a dead man's laptop.
It's possible that you're investigating the wrong case.
NIGHT VIGILANTES KILL BUSINESSMAN
-What the fuck is this shit? -Fuck. I'm not cut out for jail.
You said you wouldn't sell the photo.
The problem is the photo? The photo's fucking awesome.
We should run for it--
We didn't kill anyone. Nobody should be running.
-Ian, tell your newspaper we never-- -Calm down, dude.
Pay attention.
If police come to talk to you, what will you say about Night Vigilantes?
-The who? -Vigilantes.
They wear masks around. I've never seen their faces, so I dunno.
Yeah, good. That's exactly what you need to say.
Sílvia, please marry me. We'll get married and run away together.
Jesus, Rafael. At this rate, you'll propose to me at a fucking funeral.
Or in prison, right?
We have to go lawyer up.
What about Lessa?
You should reach out. Pee on him for a discount.
Can I see?
Go pay a little visit to this photographer.
Tell me what he knows about, uh, Night Vigilantes.
My thoughts and prayers, and good wishes, go out to the family of Ciprião Cruz.
But it won't be enough to just send thoughts and prayers now.
Once I'm elected, I'm going to make my priority
to hire more than 100 new officers for our community.
I will ensure that nobody's unsafe on the streets of our island.
You break the law, I'll find you a jail cell!
Help me to clean up our Azores!
Sorry, Director, but PR's not in my job description.
If candidate Brum…
You can trust me.
Of course. You're right, yeah.
Bye. Appreciate it. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, Ian?
Well, what, Pedro? Not a fan of excursions?
Didn't you wanna interview the Night Vigilantes?
Not now that they're murderers.
We didn't murder anyone.
Get out, sir.
Please.
He even called you "sir," wow.
I have people who know I came to meet you.
If I don't return, then you're fucked.
Eduardo Melo.
Sílvia Arruda.
Carlos Manuel.
Rafael Medeiros.
The Football Cannon. Fucking great leg.
Now you know who we are.
It's proof of good faith.
But why?
Because we're innocent.
Who murdered Ciprião Cruz?
We broke into his house.
We took his computer, but we didn't kill him.
You have to trust us on that.
Why should I?
Go find Rebelo.
From Lombinha de Baixo.
Three years ago, he took a shipment of drugs stolen from the harbor
and took them to a place owned by Milhafre Solidário.
How'd you find out they'd been stolen?
Those drugs were originally ours.
Fuck this.
Makes sense.
Milhafre Solidário,
they'd launder the drug money,
and fund the campaign for that Brum chick. Yeah?
And you? You'll expose those fucking bastards.
I'm gonna talk to Rebelo and look into all this.
But first, you guys, you gotta promise you'll stop with the Night Vigilantes.
Oh, yeah? Why?
Because we don't live in the 15th century.
Citizen justice isn't real justice.
You're just being selfish.
Like rubbing one out.
The salmon can't go right from the fridge to the pan.
Come on, Billy, you know that shit.
First you need to make it room temperature,
or else the top looks like bubbling spunk.
Yeah?
Look, look, look.
Fuck this. No, fuck this.
Fuck this.
-It's good right? -Mmm.
They-- They're nice.
Yeah. And we have a buyer for the whale vomit already.
Thank your friend for us.
He loves that hoodie. He's obsessed. Yeah.
He's like a kid with a superhero suit.
We came for a reason.
Billy and I both wanna join Night Vigilantes.
Huh?
And… we have another surprise.
-Mmm. -Oh, God.
That motherfucker Badocha.
He got out on probation.
First two days of freedom.
And we're gonna pick him off here tonight.
-Our present just for you. -Uh…
No, but-- but, um, you helped me out, and I helped you guys
with that whole thing between your dad and Dr. Mamede,
so we're cool, we're even.
-Jesus, come on. Fuck Badocha, man. -Nah, nah, nah.
What about Night Vigilantes? We even got the hoodies.
Why don't we go have a drink and talk about all of this? Eh?
Let me buy you a beer, it's my treat.
What do you say?
Take off the mask, come on.
Take that shit off, people are gonna notice.
Fucking shit.
Shouldn't you be a blonde?
Motherfucker.
Ah, fuck!
The rule is to establish a safe word.
And only fucking hit me after that, shithead!
Come on, talk. Who is Night Vigilantes?
I'll tell you.
Calm down. Calm down, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.
I just need one thing, hang on.
Suck my left nut, dude.
Right here.
Oh, you brought some toys?
Fuck, if I'd have known that…
I would've told your fucking mother not to leave.
Mmm.
You should've her seen her go at Ciprião. She was like a mad dog.
Then, she picked up one of those whale bone knives,
and she just…
She was an animal.
Tell us a story, Eduardo.
The craziest shit you've done, I'm talking batshit crazy.
Let me think about it.
I finished a bottle of this once, all by myself. I was like 15.
No, tell us some fucking crazy shit.
Which kill made you fucking hard?
Was it the Italian?
The Brazilian, right? Fucking right.
In America?
Since we're talking about crazy shit, let me ask you both something.
Where'd you get the idea, during the kidnapping,
when you put that weird shit over the headphones?
Was it something you made up?
Because of the detective's daughter from the mainland.
A real animal.
Maybe it wouldn't have turned south if I thought of it earlier. Man!
Fuck, right.
Mommy.
Mommy, pick up, please.
I think there's somebody in the apartment.
Fuck this.
Aren't you unlucky? body in the apartment.