Justice! Justice!
TURN OF THE TIDE
Sílvia, please.
Sílvia, please. I mean it. You can't go. You have to stay with Nuno.
You think I want to? I don't have a choice.
-Mom! -I'm not saying you're wrong.
I lost my mom, and I don't want my son to lose his.
Me and Carlinhos will go. It's all arranged.
I don't want Nuno to…
Nuno, look at Mommy.
Listen to me.
-You'll stay with Grandma. -No.
Shut up!
Listen.
I want you to know something. Look at me.
Mommy loves you very much, okay?
Even if I take a while to come home,
remember that I love you very much and that I'll be back.
Okay?
Sílvia, please. I'm begging you.
Rafael, Eduardo spent three years in jail because of me.
I won't let him take the blame again.
Daddy loves you.
-My God. -Gisela, your daughter…
It's not my daughter. It's you both.
Fuck. I didn't sleep a wink after the scare we had.
That was some end of the world shit.
A massive quake.
No, I mean Banha.
Banha? What about Banha?
What the fuck?
-Hey, calm down. Stay there. -Get back.
-Get back! -Stay on the steps. What's going on?
-Stay on the steps. -Watch out.
-I'm sorry about what happened. -At Banha's house?
Or to Ciprião Cruz?
Or all the crap you pulled with the Night Vigilantes?
Let's see what we've got.
Kidnapping, trespassing, obstruction of private property,
aggravated assault, theft.
I entered Banha's house to try to prevent the detective…
You spend your life trying to avoid what you do to others.
You're a saint, but you always fuck up. Ever notice that?
We'd better wait for your lawyer. If you want--
I don't want a lawyer.
I did what I did. I won't hide anymore.
Please, son. Think about what you're doing.
I got myself into this, Mom.
And now I'm going all the way. We're one for all and all for one.
Just like in the cartoons.
I won't look back, or I'll start crying.
It was just me. I already told you they're not involved.
I know you didn't kill Ciprião Cruz.
It's on tape.
And we found two bodies.
Billy Bob and Natércia Bexiga.
Before she died, the detective told me where to find them.
There are unanswered questions, and I want answers.
Who are the other Night Vigilantes, and why were you in that house?
I went there to investigate the funding of Cristina Brum's campaign.
That's why I went there.
Are you kidding me? You're investigating it?
Seriously? Look at me when I'm talking to you!
-What did you say? -I have proof.
-Proof of what? -I have proof.
I'm a fisherman, and I found all this out.
You police can't see what's going on under your noses.
Banha's dirty.
He had a girl killed, for fuck's sake.
You're a fisherman? When was the last time you fished?
What did you catch?
Get one thing straight, Eduardo. We are what we do.
And you know what you are? A drug dealer. A criminal.
Wearing a balaclava won't erase the shit you're doing.
Sílvia Arruda, Rafael Medeiros, Carlos Galante, Eduardo Melo.
The Night Vigilantes.
I told you they're not involved.
And Santa Clara might win the Portuguese Cup again.
Santa Clara has never won the Portuguese Cup.
That's my fucking point.
You didn't get the joke? Or do you only get what suits you?
Sílvia, please stay in the car. I'll go with Carlinhos.
-You stay. -I can't do that to my bro!
Me neither. Let's all go.
Look out, Carlinhos.
Justice! Justice!
Justice!
POLICE
Some people like to complicate things, but one thing in life is clear.
We were born to be in groups.
Not even Pauleta wins a game on his own.
Justice!
Justice! Justice!
Do you know what happened to the Night Vigilantes?
The real ones?
They went to jail.
And the people they claimed to protect began to fear them.
Fear. You know what that is?
Fear?
They became more corrupt
than the corrupt people they wanted to punish.
Know what the problem is, Eduardo? It's when you start to abuse power.
When you can no longer tell justice from revenge.
When you start using it to your advantage. That's what you're doing, isn't it?
If you did your job, I wouldn't waste time on this Sherlock Holmes stuff.
If we'd done our job, you'd have gotten 20 years in the can.
But it's not too late.
Because I'm here to do my job.
Guys, can you be quiet for a second? Jesus Christ!
Justice! Justice!
A real fucking mess, huh?
You just stay here while I go get your friends.
Tomorrow you'll see a judge in court.
Fuck me!
-What is it? -You need to see something.
-Can't you see I'm busy? -It's really important.
What the fuck is this?
Justice!
Raise your hand if you're a Night Vigilante.
Thirty-four confessions so far. What do we do?
Arrest everyone, or don't arrest anyone!
You can't arrest an entire village.
They say justice is blind, don't they?
This is the blind leading the blind.
Justice! Justice!
Justice!
-That was fucking unreal! -Rabo de Peixe takes care of its own.
One for all and all for one! Like in the cartoons.
Wanna talk about what happened with the detective?
No, I don't.
You heard what happened to Ian?
Nurse.
I was thinking that…
when you finish your shift, you could come over, we'd order pizza,
and we'd fuck.
Why the sad face?
If you don't like pizza, we can order chicken.
-Hi. -Fuck, Ian.
Come here. Come to uncle. I can't speak any louder.
The shit they give me here only makes me drowsy, man.
Get someone to bring me some real drugs.
Fuck me, Ian.
I'll take care of it. Don't worry.
-Poor guy. -Thanks.
Listen, who did this to you?
Some dude.
Some motherfucker who's obsessed
with finding out who the Night Vigilantes are.
Don't worry.
I didn't tell them who you were. I didn't open my mouth.
Yeah. I'm glad you didn't tell them.
It would suck to get beaten up for nothing, right?
What about you guys?
You gonna find out who those motherfuckers are?
What is this shit? You'd better fucking talk!
How's it going, doc?
Eduardo, I'll be eternally grateful for what you did for me.
Give me the gun, Sílvia.
Police! Drop your weapons!
No.
But please forget about that night.
You're almost out. Don't start that shit again.
Our money went up in smoke because of those dumbasses.
We did everything right.
We delivered the goods
that someone stole.
That's why I'm in here.
This won't end until I find out who it was.
You're insane if you think I'm getting in that car.
The person you're looking for is waiting for you.
You won't be needing the bat.
Let's go.
Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
RABO DE PEIXE CRUISE SHIP TERMINAL
They just arrived.
I'm not going to lie. We didn't have them made at first,
but we corrected that mistake right away.
It's you, the Rapexinhos.
You look tired.
You had a bad day, and I woke you in the middle of the night. Coffee?
It may seem strange.
Most people don't recognize the future until they get there.
You waited three years to find out what happened that night.
Where the drugs ended up, and why they were stolen.
Isn't that why you created the Night Vigilantes?
Here's the answer.
They funded the progress of Rabo de Peixe. You wanted better lives for yourselves.
I'm making a better life for Rabo de Peixe.
-People died because of those drugs. -People die every day for nothing.
But their sacrifice will ensure progress and wealth.
Is that why you're funding Cristina Brum?
If she wins the election, she'll let you build the terminal?
Thanks to you, Eduardo Melo.
If you hadn't grabbed the drugs, the future would take longer to arrive.
And the money you'll make from the land you're buying now?
You think you're a shark, don't you?
You're in control. You decide who lives and dies.
But the reporter knows what you're doing.
I know.
I even have the article Pedro Neves wrote.
Do you want to read it? Take a look.
A QUAKE RATTLES THE ELECTION
It will never be published.
History is written by the victors.
The rest is mere footnotes.
As for the money, it's a basic principle of society.
We all deserve to be rewarded for our work.
It's time for you to get the sum you deserve.
Don't be afraid. It's only money.
Deep down, we're all fighting for the same thing.
The only difference is how the world sees us.
How do you want to be remembered?
As a mackerel or a shark?
You have until Friday to decide.
Tomorrow
I'm always waiting for tomorrow
And I believe it's gonna be
One more delight
And life is constant curiosity
That instills in me maturity
I'm eager for what life will bring
Life in me's a certainty
VOTE CRISTINA BRUM
That springs from my wealth inside
The joy I take in every stride
To find, to renew To run away or redo
FOR SALE
I'm gonna live
Until when I cannot say
Who cares what I'll be anyway
I want to live
-Can I get out here? -Okay.
Hey!
Don't forget the suit.
What are you doing here?
Sorry.
You want a pastry?
I don't feel like one, thanks.
A freshly baked pastry Manel Padeiro gave to me.
Why would he do that?
He's a fan of the Night Vigilantes.
I'm not hungry.
You don't need to be hungry to want a pastry.
-Hey, bro. -What are you guys doing?
-Watching cartoons with the kid. -Can I come in?
Yeah, sure.
Hi, Eduardo.
Hello.
-Hi. -Say hi to Uncle Eduardo.
-Hi. -Hey, little guy.
He seems bigger each time I see him.
Look, I got you something.
Here.
A tiny figure.
-Isn't it tiny? -Yeah.
You want a pastry?
Oh, Sílvia!
If you're not hungry now, have it later.
Sorry, bro.
What's that?
-I think it's a suit. -What for?
Rafael, get that.
-It's like a whorehouse. -Rafael!
-He's crazy! -He's crazy, isn't he?
You didn't hear that!
You made plans without telling me?
Liars. Pastries! Do you have more?
No! Only one, and it's Sílvia's.
Oh, Rafael.
Let's share it.
There's gonna be a party.
Go give some to Grandma.
Good boy.
There's gonna be a party. That's why they gave me the suit.
-They want me to go. -There's gonna be a party?
But who gave you the suit?
Fuck.
A ball.
Wanna come with me?
Sílvia.
Sílvia!
-Sílvia! -Are you okay?
Get her water or something!
-Gisela, water! -Sílvia!
Spit it out!
-Sílvia! -Cough it up!
Look!
Rafael.
Fucking hell!
Fine. I'll marry you.
Rafael, that was so romantic!
No way.
Rafael!
-Damn! -Congratulations!
-He almost killed me. -It was so romantic!
Will you really?
I love you.
Father.
Sorry. Where's Father António?
He gave up the priesthood. I think he moved to the mainland.
-Can I help you? -We wanna get married.
-When? -Now.
-It's now or never, Father. -Yeah, they mean it.
Right now.
This won't be official, but Christ was never one for red tape.
Dearly beloved,
clothe yourselves with feelings of compassion, kindness,
meekness, and patience.
-Bear with one another. -"Meekness"?
Forgive each other
if one of you has a grievance against the other.
Just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.
Give thanks to God the Father.
The word of the Lord.
-Amen. -Amen.
Amen.
What therefore God has joined together, let not man put asunder.
I now pronounce you husband and wife in the eyes of God.
You may kiss.
Thank you, Father.
-Thank you, Father. -Thanks, Father.
One more for the list of best sensations ever.
Kissing the woman I've loved since I was 13 on our wedding day,
with my son and my best friends by my side.
For you.
For me?
You're finally going on a trip.
You'll visit Auntie.
Don't play me for a fool.
You just want me to take the boy, don't you?
But you know how it is on this island.
After a few sunny days, there's always a thunderstorm.
Mom.
There's something I have to do.
Nuno shouldn't be here, in case--
In case what?
You end up dead or behind bars?
Listen, Sílvia. I stay out of your life,
but I've been through this so many times with your father.
-My dad was a criminal who fucked up. -What about you?
What are you doing?
-Delivering justice. -Justice?
Justice!
A list of the worst feelings ever.
Write it down.
First and foremost, this one.
Mom and Dad are going away for a while.
And I won't lie. It's gonna be fucking hard.
But don't worry. Mom and Dad are superheroes.
We've had Italians wanting to cut our heads off.
-Brazilians wanting to burn us. -Hey, Rafael!
What are you doing?
You want to give the kid nightmares? What did you tell him?
Everything. I don't want to keep secrets from my son.
That's not true. I didn't tell him about the time you pissed on the lawyer--
Mom did number one.
Or maybe I did tell him. I can't remember.
Jeez, Rafael!
"Jeez, Rafael!"
You'll hear the rest of it on the TV news.
Here.
Keep it.
Today it's all or nothing. No one's in the middle.
Wednesday, my ass! Motherfucker.
I need to tell you guys something.
I'm going to Lisbon.
I got through to the next stage of the talent show.
Congratulations!
I fucking knew it!
You're the best! Listen to me. You… I'll be your agent.
And you'll fill all the concert halls. Mark my words.
Guys.
Our future begins today.
And we're the ones writing it. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. Right?
Yes or no?
To our future!
VOTE BRUM
-You good? -Yeah.
I need a favor.
-Good luck. -Thanks.
You look beautiful.
You, on the other hand, need your hem done.
Fucking hell.
We're so fucking stylish.
And this mess with the Night Vigilantes doesn't worry you?
We have a surprise lined up for today.
Welcome, dear boy.
Good evening.
It's always good to have a speech prepared for these things.
It's hard to speak in public. Shall we?
I just need to use the bathroom.
It's that way, right?
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Careful. The floor's wet.
Do you mind?
Hurry up.
There you go. Don't waste it all on hookers and Viagra.
Quick.
"It's better to die free than in peace be subjugated." Let's go.
Hey, dumbass!
Fuck.
You're fucked, asshole.
Look over there.
Get him up.
This one's for Ian, motherfucker!
I want to thank you.
It's fine.
For every crime you committed,
I've gone up two to three points in the polls.
Because for me to promise to clean up the island of São Miguel,
someone has to get it dirty first.
I confess
there were times when I started to get
excited every time I saw one of your news stories.
Come on.
Show me what a Night Vigilante's made of.
Good luck with the speech.
Our next guest has generated so much excitement
that the earth's shaking.
Brum tried to fuck me in the bathroom.
…the best example that Cristina Brum's candidacy
meets the needs of all Azoreans.
I call Eduardo Melo to the stage.
Good evening.
I'd first like to thank Dr. Canto Moniz for allowing me to be here.
Without him, none of this would have happened.
I brought back the Night Vigilantes
because the people who were supposed to protect us were attacking us.
I'm not more important than Rabo de Peixe.
I'm just the tail of the fish.
Uncle Joe's last words before he died were,
"Do something worthwhile with your life, boy."
Fuck.
Uncle Joe,
I hope that right now
you're sitting next to my parents, looking at me.
Because I'm finally… going to do something worthwhile with my life.
Relax! The doors are locked.
If you stay put, everything will be fine. Relax.
Together until the end.
-We have proof. -Don't let this display impress you.
Authorities have issued a mandatory evacuation order
for residents of areas most at risk, especially Rabo de Peixe.
We're also hearing
that the self-proclaimed group the Night Vigilantes
has stormed Cristina Brum's campaign headquarters and taken hostages.
We now go there live.
Today, Azoreans will finally know the truth.
Quick.
Help me. We have to get away from these people.
You're one of them?
Those people are everywhere, right?
…Rabo de Peixe.
Extreme danger from toxic gases and volcanic ash.
When I realized what I'd gotten myself into,
I couldn't go back.
But it wasn't my decision.
I was tricked.
Canto Moniz promised me the future. Do you understand?
I'll help you.
Do as I say, and you'll come out of this a hero.
The rich think they can control us and decide our fate.
Decide where we live, destroy our boats, decide what our future will look like.
Wait.
He's right.
I've just heard
from the Night Vigilantes
that Commander Canto Moniz
has bought all the land and houses
in Rabo de Peixe…
to cash in on the construction of the port.
I'm at the disposal of the authorities
to help with--
Shut up! Don't listen to her!
Should I tell them where the money for your campaign came from?
Tell them if you've got the guts.
Open the doors!
You think you're tough, but you're shitting your pants now.
Easy. Don't trample each other.
Stay calm.
The prosecutor.
-Madam Prosecutor? Police. -Thank God.
-You're under arrest. -What?
Take her away.
Red alert.
Evacuate the area immediately.
-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.
Leave the area immediately. Red alert.
That's them.
Did we do it or what?
Fuck! The police are chasing us.
Fuck!
Fucking step on it!
Go!
Emergency services have begun evacuation.
Forget it. They're going to Rabo de Peixe.
This is all gonna explode!
Francisco, I have a family.
They stopped!
-He fucking stopped! -Floor it, Sílvia.
It's the end of the world.
Fuck.
It's raining ash.
Go on.
Fuck.
-You think they're okay? -Of course they are.
They're in Flores, watching from afar.
-They're safe. -Now what?
How about a swim…
to watch the end of the world?
We're not afraid.
We're from Rabo de Peixe.
Now there definitely won't be a cruise terminal.
It's God's will.
What? It's God's will, right?
What would your lives be like
if God had no will?
That's easy.
First of all, I'd win the TV contest.
Then I'd sign a million-dollar contract
for three original albums.
And a greatest hits.
I'd do a world tour, headline Rock in Rio Brazil.
And I'd meet David Bowie.
He'd want to meet you.
Then I'd come back,
and my mom would be waiting for me with food on the table.
My boyfriend would welcome me with open arms,
and we'd kiss.
It's not temptation or sin.
It's love.
I'd be a full-time mom.
I'd stay at home, looking after my kid.
Can I dance with you?
I'm fucking kidding!
No, I'd be that and much more.
I'd be a big, bad business bitch.
The best agent for the best Portuguese artists,
including our own Carlinhos.
Why would Ian be your assistant?
To work with rock stars, I need someone to get the best drugs.
A PASSION FOR THE AZORES
I'd win the Portuguese Cup for Santa Clara with a goal two minutes from the end.
I'd be called up to the national team.
I'd bench Pauleta. It's heartless, but that's life.
I'd win the Emerging Coach award.
Benfica would want me, but I'd turn them down.
And I'd stay here, coaching the great Rabo de Peixe Sports Club
with my Rapexinho rascal champions.
-What's the matter? -Nothing.
I don't exist in your dreams, do I?
You'd be in America, living like a king.
I'd come and visit you when I had a concert.
Dad.
Isn't that what you wanted? To go to America?
No.
Fuck America.
My America is here.
Fuck it!
Subtitle translation by: Rodrigo Vaz