Justice now! Justice now!
Justice now!
Justice now! Justice now!
TURN OF THE TIDE
Sílvia, please! Sílvi-- Sílvia, please, just listen.
Y-Y-You can't go, you have to stay with Nuno.
You think I wanna go? You're not giving me a choice. Ma?
Sílvia, I'm-- I'm not saying that you're wrong.
I want to protect Nuno.
He won't lose his mom like I did.
Carlinhos and I will make sure it's taken care of. We got this!
I don't want--
Nuno, look at me.
Listen to Mommy.
You'll stay with Grandma--
-You're staying with Mom. -Quiet!
Nuno.
There's something I need you to know. Look at me.
Mommy loves you so much.
Even if Mommy takes a little while to come home,
just know she loves you more than the world.
She'll be back.
-Yeah? -Mmm.
Sílvia, I'm begging you. Wait, please. I'm begging you!
Rafael.
Eduardo went to prison for three years 'cause of me.
And I won't stand here and let him take the fall again.
Daddy loves you.
-Oh, my God. -Gisela, your daughter--
Both of you are crazy as loons.
Fuck, I couldn't sleep thinking about what this means for the island.
-I can't believe that happened. -It was a crazy earthquake.
No, Banha.
Oh, Banha? What's with Banha?
Holy shit, man.
-Calm down, calm down. -Hey, hey!
-Get back! -Calm down!
-Move back! Move back! -Hey, hey! Take it easy!
-Hey! -Back up!
Everyone, stay on the stairs!
I'm sorry for what happened.
For what happened at Banha's?
Or at Ciprião Cruz's?
Or for the bullshit your Night Vigilantes have done?
Let's look at your rap sheet.
Kidnapping, trespassing,
obstruction of private property.
On top of aggravated assault, theft…
I was warning Banha because I knew that there was trouble coming.
Your whole life, you've avoided responsibility, Eduardo.
You're a saint, but you smell like shit. It's time you face it.
It's better we wait for your lawyer.
-The charges-- -I don't want a lawyer.
I won't hide anymore, I'm responsible.
Please, son, think about what you're doing.
We've already made our bed.
I gotta go face it.
In the end, it's all for one, and one for all.
Just like in the movies.
Mmm. Mmm.
Now, I can't look back when I leave or I'll cry.
Bye.
There's no one else.
I'm the only one. They had nothing to do with any of this.
I know you didn't murder Ciprião Cruz.
It's on tape.
And besides, the perps' bodies turned up.
Billy Bob and Natércia Bexiga.
Detective Paula told me where they were before she died.
But there are unanswered questions.
Your cooperation will go a long way.
I need to know who's in the Night Vigilantes,
and what were you doing in that house.
I went to Banha's house.
I was investigating the money behind Cristina Brum's campaign.
-Don't fuck with me. You're investigating? -No, sir.
Don't fuck with me! Look at me when I'm talking!
-What are you saying? Tell the truth! -Fuck, I can prove it.
-Prove it how? -I have evidence.
You know I'm a fucking fisherman, and I found this shit out.
And none of you police can even see what's happening inside your own house.
'Cause Banha is corrupt.
He even had a girl murdered, for fuck's sake!
Eduardo the fisherman?
When's the last time you fished? And what did you end up catching?
You are what you do, you can't avoid it anymore.
You're a drug dealer. You're a criminal.
Just because you put a hood over your head
doesn't mean you don't have to pay for the shit you've done.
Sílvia Arruda, Rafael Medeiros, Carlos Galante, and Eduardo Melo.
The true Night Vigilantes.
I told you, they have nothing to do with this.
I'd say that's as probable as Santa Clara making the championship.
They haven't made the championship once.
That's my point.
Was the joke too much,
or do you only hear what you want to?
No, Sílvia, please stay in the car.
-I'll go with Carlinhos. -Why don't you stay here?
-'Cause I need to be there for my brother! -I'm going too. We all go.
Watch out. Let's go.
Watch out!
Justice now! Justice now!
Justice now!
Justice now! Justice now!
Justice now!
Justice now! Justice now!
Some people like to complicate things,
but one thing's certain in life.
We're more powerful in groups.
Not even Pauleta wins a game by himself.
Justice now! Justice now!
Know what happened to the original Night Vigilantes?
The real ones?
Prison.
They started to put fear into those they claimed to protect.
Fear. Ever heard of that?
Fear?
They got even more corrupt
than the corrupt people they wanted gone.
Know what the problem is, Eduardo?
Addiction to power.
You can easily turn justice into revenge,
selfishly taking advantage and abusing power.
Which is what you're doing, right?
Listen, if you guys did your job, I wouldn't have to be Sherlock Holmes,
wasting my time.
If we had done our job,
you would've done a full 20 years in prison.
But that can still happen.
Because I'm here now to finish the job.
Guys, can you get that under control, for fuck's sake?
Goddamn it!
Justice now! Justice…
Some shit, huh?
Now you stay here, quietly, while I go and get your friends.
And tomorrow we'll bring you before the judge in court.
Fuck, guys.
-What is it? -I need you to come outside.
-Not now, man. I'm busy now. -Yeah, but it's important.
Justice now! Justice now!
What's this, man? The fuck is this?
Justice now! Justice now!
If you're part of the Night Vigilantes, put your hand up!
Thirty-four confessions already. What's the plan here?
They arrest all of us, or arrest none of us!
You can't put the whole island in prison.
They say justice is blind, right?
Then this is blind fucking rage.
Justice now! Justice now!
Justice now!
Come on!
That shit was so insane!
-Rabo de Peixe gets shit done. -One for all and all for one!
-Mm-hmm. -Just like in the movies!
Are you gonna tell us what went down with that detective?
No, you don't wanna know.
We didn't tell you about Ian.
-Nurse? -Mmm?
I thought maybe that when…
when you finish up here,
you could come over, and we'd order some pizzas,
and do a bit of fucking.
What? Don't gimme that look.
If you don't like pizza, how about some wings then, huh?
-Yeah? -Uh.
-Hey! -Fuck, Ian.
Come closer.
Come to Daddy. I can't speak any louder.
The shit that they've been giving to me just puts me to bed.
Have them bring some decent drugs, for fuck's sake.
-I'm so sorry, Ian. -Don't worry.
I'll take care of it for you.
-Look at the guy, Sílvia. -Amazing.
-Hey, uh… -Hmm?
Who did this to you, brother?
Some dude.
A fucking bitch who was obsessed
with finding out who the Night Vigilantes are.
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry.
I'm not a piece of shit. I didn't say anything.
I kept my mouth shut.
Yeah. It'd be bad if you didn't.
It would've been really shitty to have your ass beaten in vain, right?
Mmm.
What about you fuckers?
Are you gonna find out who those sons of bitches are, or not?
-You talking or not, asshole? -You better talk.
Eh, what's up, Doc?
Eduardo, I'll always be grateful for the sacrifice you made for me.
Give me the gun, Sílvia.
Police! Hands up!
No.
But please, that's a night you need to forget.
Don't start this shit again. You're almost out of here.
Sílvia, 'cause of them, we're all fucking broke.
We did everything right.
We delivered the package, someone stole it.
I need to know who.
I'm in here 'cause they screwed us.
Get him in the car.
We're arriving at the scene now.
This is over when I find out who it was.
Huh.
You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm getting in this car.
The person you wanna see? Don't keep him waiting.
You won't be needing the bat.
Let's go.
Come on.
RABO DE PEIXE CRUISE SHIP TERMINAL PROJECTED YEAR: 2005
Those pieces just got here.
I won't lie to you, we didn't have them made at first.
But that was a mistake we quickly corrected.
It's you guys, the rapexinhos.
You look tired.
You've had a hard day,
plus I woke you in the middle of the night. You drink coffee?
I know, maybe it sounds strange.
People are funny, they don't see the future till it's here.
I understand that you've been waiting three years to find out what happened.
To find out what happened to the drugs, why someone stole them.
Isn't that why you created the Night Vigilantes?
And the answer's right there.
You financed it all, the progress of Rabo de Peixe.
You wanted a better life for everyone.
I'm gonna make a better life for Rabo de Peixe.
People died because of these drugs!
People are dying every day, and for nothing.
But their sacrifice for this will guarantee progress and wealth.
That's why you're financing the campaign for Cristina Brum?
If she wins the election,
she'll agree to the construction of the port, is that right?
And all thanks to you, Eduardo Melo.
If you hadn't smuggled those drugs, the future would've arrived much later.
What are you gonna do with all of the cash,
when you sell the land you bought out?
I know a shark when I see one, all right.
You control everything. You decide who lives and who dies,
but I know the shit you've done, and I handed it over to a journalist.
I know that. I know that.
I've even got the article that Pedro Neves wrote right here.
Would you like to read it? Here.
AN EARTHQUAKE RATTLES THE ELECTIONS
It'll never get published.
History's written by those who are victorious.
The rest is a footnote at the end of the page.
As for the cash, though, it's a basic principle of society.
We all deserve to be rewarded for our hard work.
And you deserve a taste of the money you'll earn.
Mmm, it's just money. Don't get scared.
You know, deep down, all of us are fighting for the same reason.
The only difference is how the world perceives us.
How'd you like to be seen?
Like a shark or a minnow?
You have until Friday to decide.
Tomorrow
I always hunger for tomorrow
And believe that it will be
Another delight
And life is constant curiosity
That awakens me with maturity
I'm eager for what life will bring
Life in me is always a conviction
VOTE FOR BRUM VOTE FOR CRISTINA BRUM
That springs from my wealth inside
The joy I take in every stride
Finding, renewing I'll run away or repeat
FOR SALE
I'm going to live
Until when? I cannot say
Who cares what I'll be anyway?
But I want to live
-Let me out here. Pull over. -Okay.
Yo.
Take the suit with you.
You can't be in here.
Sorry.
Cinnamon roll?
I'm good. Thanks, though.
A cinnamon roll, fresh from the oven, given to me by Manel Padeiro.
Why would Manel Padeiro give you that?
Because he's a fan, he's a fan of the Night Vigilantes.
Thank you, I'm just not hungry.
You don't have to be hungry to have a cinnamon roll.
-Hey, brother. -What are you doing today?
-With the kid. We got cartoons on. -Can I hang?
Sure. Why not?
Hi, Eduardo.
Hey.
There he is.
Say hi to Uncle Eduardo.
-Hi, Uncle Eduardo. -Sit down.
What's up, little dude?
You good?
Ah, he gets bigger every time I see him.
Oh, yeah. I got something for you.
Here.
An action figure.
-Ooh. -Super tiny, right?
Yeah.
Want some cinnamon roll?
-Always. -Whoa, Sílvia.
-Thanks. -Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-What? Rafael… -You'll eat it later, all right?
Sorry, brother.
What's that?
Um, I assume a suit?
For what?
-Go on, Rafael, go get that. -This place is like a brothel.
-Rafael! -He's funny.
Your papa's crazy.
You didn't hear that.
You didn't tell me that you made plans?
-Ah. -Liars!
Oh, hey, a cinnamon roll! You got more?
No! Just that one, and it's Sílvia's.
Come on, Rafael.
-Sílvia-- -We'll split it up.
Um, there's gonna be a fundraiser.
Mmm.
Nuno, give some to Granny. Go on.
-Yeah, uh… -Uh…
Thanks, buddy.
There's a fundraiser. They gave me a suit for it.
They said they want me to go.
What's this fundraiser? Wait, somebody gave you a suit? When?
-Fuck. -It's a gala.
Wanna come with me?
Sílvia?
-Sílvia. Sílvia! -Oh, my God.
Hey, what happened? You okay?
Sílvia! Get her fucking water!
She needs water. Gisela! Sílvia!
-Push it out! Sílvia? -Sílvia!
Rafael?
You're fucking crazy.
Fine, I'll marry you!
Rafael, that was so romantic!
Are you serious right now?
-Rafael, no way! -Let's go!
-You're getting married! -I'm lucky to be alive.
Congratulations! Yeah, dude!
He almost killed me, though!
-You're right. It was so cute. -Rafael…
You're serious, right?
Oh!
I love you.
Hi, father.
Excuse me, where's Father Antonio?
Antonio left the clergy.
I'm pretty sure he moved to the mainland.
Can I help you with something?
You can marry us.
When?
Right now.
Let's do it. It's now or never.
Yeah, these guys are being serious.
Right now.
Okay, this is not official,
but Christ was never really one for bureaucracy.
Dearly beloved,
clothe yourselves with feelings of mercy, of kindness.
Be gentle and have patience.
-Support one another. -"Be gentle?"
Forgive each other
if one of you has a fault against the other.
As the Lord has forgiven you,
you are to forgive the same way.
These are the words of our Lord, our Father.
We give thanks to the Lord.
Amen.
May man not separate what God has joined together today.
I now pronounce you husband and wife. You're married, in the eyes of the Lord.
Kiss your bride!
Hey!
-Amazing, man. -Muah!
Thank you, Father.
-We owe you one! -Hey, you're the best, Father!
Up on the list for best feelings ever,
kissing the love of my life on our wedding day,
with my son and my best friends by my side.
It's for you.
For me?
You're going on vacation. It's about time.
Go visit Auntie.
Don't play games with me.
You want me to take the boy with me, right?
You know how it goes on the island.
After it's been sunny for a few days, it always storms.
Ma…
I have to do something, okay?
I think it'd be good if Nuno stayed with you, in case--
In case of what?!
His mom ends up dead or in jail?
Look, Sílvia, you can make your own decisions,
but I've seen all this before when I was with your father.
Yeah, but my father was a hustler and fucked up.
What do you want? What's all this for, honey?
Justice.
Justice?
Justice? Yeah, right.
List of the worst feelings ever.
Write it down.
First and foremost, this moment we're having right now.
Your parents are going away for a long time.
I won't lie, this whole thing is totally fucked.
But don't worry, because Mom and Dad are superheroes.
We already had the Italians wanting to chop our heads off.
The Brazilians tried to take us and burn us alive--
Hey, hey, Rafael!
What are you thinking?
You're gonna give him nightmares. What else did you tell him?
All of it.
I don't wanna keep secrets from our son.
I never told him about the night when you took a big piss on--
Uh-uh-uh!
Mommy did a wee-wee.
Or I did, actually. I can't remember.
Come on, Rafael!
"Come on, Rafael!"
Well, you'll hear about the rest of the story on the evening news.
Here, buddy.
I got you a yo-yo.
Today, it's all or nothing. Nothing in between.
Hey, Wednesday my ass, all right?
-Fucker. -Fuck off.
You guys, I've gotta tell you something.
I'm going to Lisbon.
I made it through to the next round on the TV show.
Oh, are you serious?
Shit, congratulations!
-Carlinhos! I knew you would! -You beautiful, sweet son of a bitch.
-You did it! -You're the best! Now, you listen here.
You-- I'll manage you.
You're gonna fill stadiums. Understand?
You have what it takes.
Rapexinhos…
our future begins right now.
And we're the ones writing it, all right?
-And fuck anyone who says we're not, yeah? -Ooh!
-Yeah? Yes or no? Yes or no?! -Yeah!
-Fuck yeah. -To our future!
Hey, Mario. How are you?
I really need a favor. I need you to let me run sound.
-Yeah? -Of course, man.
Thanks, buddy.
You're so gorgeous.
You, however, could take these in a little.
Fuck.
We're beautiful together.
So, how about this mess with those Night Vigilantes?
Are you worried about it?
You'll see the surprise we have planned for today.
Welcome in, my friend.
Evening.
It's always a good thing
to have a speech prepared for this kind of stuff.
It can be hard to speak in public. Shall we go?
I have to go use the restroom first.
-It's over there? -Yes.
-Evening. -Evening.
Watch out! The floor is wet.
Do you mind?
Just be quick.
Brother, don't waste it all on whores and Viagra.
Hurry! Come on.
It's better to die free than in peace as a subject.
Let's kick some ass.
What's up, dumbass?
Are you fucking serious?
You're fucked now, motherfucker.
Hey, what's that?
Ah!
Get him up.
This one's for Ian, you fucking piece of shit.
I wanted to thank you.
They're wet.
No problem.
For every crime you've committed,
I've been rising two or three points in the election polls.
That's because before I can promise to clean up the island of São Miguel,
somebody has to get it a little dirty, right?
I confess, though…
…there were moments when I felt a little… excited
every time you were in the news.
Come on.
Show me what a Night Vigilante's made of.
Have a good speech.
Our next guest is so incredible
that even the earth is shaking with anticipation.
Brum tried to fuck me in the bathroom.
…of how the candidacy of Cristina Brum
responds to the needs that you all have as Azoreans.
I call to the stage…
Eduardo Melo.
Good evening.
First of all, I'd like to thank Dr. Canto Moniz
for the opportunity to be here.
Without him, none of this would have happened.
What is this?
I resurrected the Night Vigilantes
because us citizens were all being attacked
by those who were supposed to protect us.
Look, I'm not more important than Rabo de Peixe.
Because the fish's tail, it's in my DNA.
Before he passed away,
my uncle Joe told me with his last breath,
"Do something important with your life, kid."
"I believe in you."
Fucking shit.
Uncle Joe,
I hope that you're up there right now,
sitting in heaven with my mom and dad, watching me.
Because I'm finally gonna do something with my life
that makes a fucking difference for once.
Take it easy!
Calm down, the doors are locked.
If you keep quiet, everything's gonna be fine.
Just take it easy.
'Til death do us part.
-We have proof-- -Don't listen to these thugs!
Don't let this pathetic display--
The Capelinhos volcano,
which for the past few months has been experiencing volcanic activity,
has just erupted.
National Security has ordered a mandatory evacuation
for all residents in the area,
especially for the residents of Rabo de Peixe.
At the same time, we have news that the Night Vigilantes
have just taken Cristina Brum hostage at her candidacy headquarters,
where we go live now.
Tonight, the Azoreans are finally going to hear the truth about our island.
Help me out.
You have to get me away from these crazy idiots.
You're a Vigilante?
They're everywhere, aren't they?
All units are a go in Rabo De Peixe.
Keep in mind, extreme danger from toxic fumes and volcanic ash.
Once it became clear what was happening,
there wasn't an option to turn around.
But the decision, it wasn't mine.
I was lied to.
It was Canto Moniz.
He promised me the future, once elected.
I could help.
Do what I say, and you can leave here a hero.
The rich think they can rule over us. They believe that they own our fate.
In their opinion, we shouldn't have a choice
what happens with our boats, everything.
Their money should decide our future.
Wait. Just wait.
It's the truth.
I was informed by…
the Night Vigilantes,
that the commander here, Canto Moniz,
has purchased all of the land and all of the houses
in Rabo de Peixe…
…to make a fortune off the construction of the port.
I am at the disposal of the authorities
to cooperate in the--
Shut up! Don't listen to her!
I'll let everyone here know how you got financing for your campaign.
Say it, if you dare.
They've lost my vote.
Don't move!
Unlock the doors!
Open the doors! Open the doors!
Everybody just calm down, man.
You think you're so fucking tough, but you're shitting your pants now, huh?
Go.
You must leave the premises.
Evacuate Rabo de Peixe immediately.
Easy. Don't run over each other. Just take it easy.
This is a mandatory evacuation
for all citizens of Rabo de Peixe.
There she is. Madam District Attorney? Police.
-Thank God you're here. -You're under arrest.
-I'm what? -Please come with me, ma'am.
Attention, citizens of Rabo de Peixe.
-Under arrest? -Take her away.
…the area immediately. Red alert.
You must evacuate immediately.
Mr. Commander, we need to talk.
Do you know who I am?
I know exactly who you are. That's why we need to talk.
Take him.
This is a mandatory evacuation order.
Leave the area now. Red alert.
Evacuate now.
You must leave the premises.
Evacuate Rabo de Peixe immediately.
I repeat, this is a mandatory…
Let's fucking go.
You see that?
We did it, right? Eh?
Ah.
Fuck! The cops. The fuckers are right on our tail.
Fucking hell! Fuck!
…clear the area.
Fuck, fuck! Fucking step on it! Fuck!
Go, hit the gas!
National Security's ordered everyone off the island.
Francisco, these guys are going to Rabo de Peixe. Don't do this.
It's about to explode, for fuck's sake!
I have a family, Francisco.
-They stopped! -Nice.
Step on it, Sílvia. Let's go!
The fucking world's ending.
Fucking shit.
It's raining ash.
Get in. Come on.
Fuck.
-You think they're all right? -Of course, they're all right.
They're watching from a distance in Flores.
They're safe.
What now?
Wanna go for a swim, you guys?
And watch the end of the world? Hmm?
We're not afraid.
We're from Rabo de Peixe.
Look at that. They can't build any port out there.
I guess it's God's will.
Am I wrong? It's in God's hands, right?
What would all of your lives be like
if all of this wasn't in God's hands?
For me, that's easy.
First of all, I'd win that TV show.
Then I'd sign a million-dollar contract
for three original albums.
And a best-of.
I'd go on a world tour,
I'd be the headliner of Rock in Rio Brazil,
and be friends with David Bowie.
He'd wanna get in your circle, Carlinhos.
Then, I'd come back.
And my mother would be waiting for me with a home-cooked meal.
Oh, honey.
My boyfriend would welcome me with open arms.
And we'd kiss.
And it wouldn't be temptation or sin.
It would be love.
I'd wanna be a stay-at-home mom.
I'd stay home and look after my Nuno.
May I have this dance, Kevin?
-Yeah! -Yes!
I'm fucking with you guys!
I'd not only do that but more.
I'd establish myself as a successful businesswoman,
the top agent in the country for the best Portuguese artists,
including my favorite client, Carlinhos.
Why the fuck would your assistant be Ian?
Because if I want to represent rock stars,
I'm gonna need someone to get the best drugs, right?
I'd score with a fucking bicycle kick with two minutes to go,
and finally win the cup for Santa Clara.
Get called up to the national team,
and I'd put Pauleta on the bench.
It's fucked up, but that's life.
Then, I'd win the Breakthrough Coach award.
Get invited to work with Benfica, and turn it down.
And I'd stay here, coaching the great Rabo de Peixe Sports Club
with my rapexinhos. My naughty little champions!
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I didn't make it into of your dreams, I guess.
Yeah, brother, 'cause you're going to America,
living your best life.
Yeah, and I'd come visit you when I go on tour there.
Daddy!
But isn't that what you wanted? To be in America?
No.
Screw America.
My America is here.
Ah, fuck it!
Yeah!
ck it!