01x04 - Loose Lips

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A Beginner's Guide to Cocaine.

Lesson number eight.

It's not only the degenerates
who like to snort.

That kind judge
that let you go with just a warning.

The personal trainer that believes
that he has Jesus Christ in his heart.

Come on! Come on!

The doctor
who saved your son's life.

They all love to ride the white dragon.

TURN OF THE TIDE

- Detective Frias, your cell phone is off.
- You came here just to tell me that?

The Regional Superintendent
has summoned you.

- What does he want?
- To talk about the case.

- I don't report to the Regional Super...
- It's a courtesy.

And it'll sit well
with the local authorities.

At the Micaelense Club!

Formal attire!

I'm returning this one.

The beginning is a bit shitty,
but then it has an interesting twist.

Very well. Thank you, Joan.

I don't want to see anyone else
this afternoon, okay?

It's all here.
So, let's schedule your father's surgery.

That's a plan.

Hello?

Sure, I'll be there.

The Superintendent will have to wait.

Lesson number 13.

Collateral effects of snorting blow...

Holy mother of God!

...ego trips,
delusions of grandeur.

Inside every coke addict,
there's a k*ller bullfighter

who's never stepped into the ring.

Sandrinho, yes, sir!
Our new f*cking champion!

Your first gig in Rabo de Peixe
will go down in f*cking history!

I've already had the posters made
and pasted. The stage is here!

- Huh?
- Oh, Rafael, man.

I came here...
I came to see my family, man.

Thanks for lunch,
but I didn't come here to do shows, man.

- And I don't have my manager.
- I'll be your manager, Sandro.

I'd like to gift your unborn son
a nice chunk of change.

Let's conquer the f*cking continent!

We'll go to America, we'll be playing
the Premier League together!

Yeah, man, but, uh...

No buts, man! We're in this together.

Sandrinho, we're gonna make you
the most famous guy from the Azores.

Even more famous than f*cking Nelly!
I rented all this sh*t for you.

But that's some bullshit karaoke machine.
You can't do a... a show with that, champ.

I already told you.
I didn't come here to do any show, man.

Two... thousand... dollars.

Sandrinho, me, you,

and this beautiful chick here
with pink hair,

we'll put Rabo de Peixe
on the f*cking map, m*therf*cker!

- Hmm?
- f*ck yeah, man!

- f*ck yeah?
- f*ck yeah!

f*ck yeah!

- f*ck yeah!
- f*ck yeah!

What's wrong?

Are you all right?

I got a call from the hospital.
They've scheduled your surgery.

I thought it was in three months.

Yeah, but they said the wait's too long
for the public hospital,

so you're going to a private clinic.

Mmm.

How much is that gonna cost?

Nothing! You'll have
the surgery at the clinic,

but it's still paid for
by the public health service.

You sure all of this was aboveboard?

Yes, I'm sure, Dad.

Everything's gonna be okay.
You can trust me.

The fingerprints
weren't found in the database.

Looking at the cut,

we know that the forearm
was severed with some kind of ax.

Fractures of the phalanges,
the metacarpal, and the radius.

Was it t*rture?

I would say a violent impact.

When you add that to this,

which was embedded in the finger,
it is safe to assume he was run over.

They make windshields
to shatter in a specific way.

Do you have the photos, Doctor?

Thank you.

My daughter picked them out.

Thanks.

- Detective, can I come in?
- Yes.

Are your little feet better?

The Italian police have already answered.

Gianluca Rossi,

nephew of the Sicilian Mafia godfather,
Massimo Occhipinti.

It makes sense
that he'd get a tattoo of a centipede.

Several witnesses say
that they saw this man with Bonino.

I thought he'd gotten away,

but he's certainly been dead
for a while now.

The question is why.

Francesco Bonino lost the drugs,

and Gianluca, as a witness,
became a threat.

On the contrary.

Gianluca was the Mafia godfather's nephew,
so he wasn't a threat.

He was loyal.

Who else would have a motive
to k*ll him then?

Someone who wanted to keep the drugs.

But for now, let's forget the "who"

and let's think about the "how."

Okay.

According to the coroner,
this arm indicates being run over.

Yeah. The weapon is a car. Makes sense.

And what would you do
to make sure that no one knew about it?

I had a friend in college
who crashed into a tree while dead drunk.

He left the car there
and split like nothing happened.

The next day, he reported
the theft at the police station.

I'm on it.

Yep.

She was married.
The husband would beat her all the time,

a real mess.

One day, the wife decides
to divorce the husband,

and puts an ad in the newspaper.

"Respectable woman is looking
for a man who won't beat her up,

and who is also good in bed."

One day, the doorbell rings...

Any news about the rest of the drugs?

Excuse me.

Despite the success of the raid,
Detective Mainland thinks we missed some.

One day, the doorbell rings...

Isn't whoever finishes the coffee
supposed to make a fresh pot?

That was me. Apologies, detective.

One day, the doorbell rings...

...and it was a cr*pple.

With no arms, no legs.

And he says, "Good morning,
I came in response to the ad."

"As you can see the state I'm in,
uh, I can't beat anyone."

And the wife says, "But I also asked
for a man that was good in bed."

And the cr*pple says,
"Well, lady,

how do you think I rang the bell?"

Bring us a bottle of champagne.

And a platter
of fried dicks with g*y sauce.

- For our friend here please.
- Awesome, guys.

Shh! I have here Eduardo's order.

- Huh?
- Ooh, ooh, ooh-hoo!

- They've all been charged, yep.
- Charged, yes.

- I put my number in yours.
- So I can just call you up?

Or should I worry
about your other boyfriend?

Since we're in a gift-giving mood,
I too bought you a little trinket.

- Carlinhos?
- Ah! Showtime!

- It's something special.
- Drumroll.

Oh, yeah!

Memorize this name. Sandro G.

- Sandro G!
- He's goin' down in Azores' history.

And I,
this businessman, this entrepreneur...

was the first to invest in him.

Hey, big shot. I don't believe we've met.

Thank you very much.
Very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Who will do the honors?
- Here!

There's no need
to apologize

for having stood me up this morning.

We, the Azoreans, are used
to waiting for mainlanders.

It took 400 years,

more than 400 years,

until a Portuguese king
deigned to visit the archipelago.

Mr. Superintendent,
I came here to solve a case,

not to learn about history.

I'm not so sure

that your nickname among the local cops
does you justice at all.

You have... a thunderous nature.

- But you didn't let me finish my point.
- Anything else, sir?

No, thanks.

The idea of the Azores
against the mainland

may even be a romantic idea,

but it so happens that I'm pragmatic.

Our future economy
is not focused on fisheries,

but on tourism.

Therefore,

we cannot be associated
with drug trafficking, all right?

I spoke with the Secretary
of the Interior in Lisbon on this matter,

and he agrees.

That being said,

if you're incapable of closing this case
and controlling the local cops,

you'll be replaced by someone who can,
Detective Frias.

On that note, have a good night.

- How are you?
- Hi.

Whiskey? The meeting must have gone well.

What's my nickname, Francisco?

You know what cops are like.
It's just talk.

Tell me. What's my nickname?

Paula Frigid. It's a play on your name.

Frigid, Frias.

Frigid.

Detective, they call me "Parakeet."

Because I always have
something else to say.

A nickname can also be seen
as a compliment, you know?

That's it. See it as a compliment.

Thank you, Francisco.

I'm nervous.

Think about the first thing
you want to see after your operation.

I don't know, son.

I don't remember
what the world looks like.

I'm extremely sorry about the delay,
but Dr. Mamede had...

a minor health problem.

What's that noise?

It's the alarm from my watch.

The surgery will instead be performed
by Dr. Noronha.

Will you come with me, Mr. Melo?

Dad,

it's going to be all right, okay?

I'll wait here 'til you come out.

You... You're a good son.

All right.

Hello?

Our contact at Interpol
has located the owner of the car.

Tell me if you recognize
the owner of the stolen car, detective.

No.

How about the person
who filed the complaint?

Good morning, dayflowers.

It's just my father's blindness
has always been a cross to bear, you know?

I think that now,
with this business thing,

it could be handy. I mean...

what the eye doesn't see,
the heart doesn't grieve over.

You know that old phrase,
"Be careful what you wish for"?

That's the situation I find myself in.

I have a habit of wishing
without being careful.

But tell me. What do you desire most?

What I really want is to go to America.

Then go.

It's not that simple, Bruna.

What was the first thing you did
with the cash you earned?

I paid for my dad's surgery.

So, your father's gonna see again
because of you.

You don't owe anyone. Quite the opposite.

- What if he finds out what I'm up to, huh?
- Hey, Eduardo!

It's about time for you
to take a bite of what's rightfully yours.

Be it here, or in America.

I said "take a bite."

We have an hour to k*ll.
What do you want to do?

Because of you,
half the f*cking island's mad at me now.

Why? Because the f*cking order's spoiled,
you shithead!

f*ck your mother.

Oh, yeah?

What did you cut into the cocaine, hmm?

It's a product I ordered
from America. Why?

Lesson number nine.

How to cut the product.

You have to mix
pure cocaine with something,

so that one kilo becomes three or four.

Or maybe even five.

Use painkillers,
talcum powder, or creatine.

But never use something
that will hurt your customers.

Is that right?

Laxatives?

God bless him.

So good-looking.

You moronic f*cking b*stard.

You moronic m*therf*cker!

Now, since the little boy is an idiot
and the little boy f*cked up,

do you know what's gonna happen?
You take the little fishes,

you throw them all away.

- And I lose a boatload of money.
- You're damn right!

You're the one who'll lose the money,
as*h*le, I won't lose a dime.

Who f*cked it up? The little boy here.

If it was little boy that f*cked up,
the little boy pays for the sh*t he makes.

Understand me?

Let's talk.

You're really good.

Hmm. You want something to drink?

No? f*cking sh*t.

Rafael, gimme that.

- That's mine! Give it back!
- Stop.

Very pretty indeed, sir.

But if you think to be a pageant winner,
you just have to have a pretty face...

...or a bikini, and dye
your hair pink, you're f*cking mistaken.

You'll have to give
a ton of blow jobs to get anywhere.

Is that what it took to play
in Santa Clara? Giving blow jobs?

Huh.

I was wondering.

Hey...

do you have nude photos of your woman?

No.

Want some?

No.

Sílvia!

I think it's time to take this up a notch.

That's right.

This f*cking sh*t never happens to me.
Come on!

f*ck.

Come on, gimme a kiss.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Not even a kiss? Where you going?

I'm going home.
I haven't been to bed in days.

- Give me a kiss...
- Let me f*cking go!

f*ck.

f*cking c**t!

Baby, you came back...

Champ, what the f*ck?

"Sandro Jeans"?

It's f*cking Sandro G, m*therf*cker!

Are you f*cking kidding me?

No, stop, stop, stop. Pull over there.

Go over there and buy
whatever the m*therf*cking kids

are f*cking selling.

Take this.

Okay.

- Put your hand up, okay?
- Is it absolutely necessary?

Oh, come on, put your hand here like this.

How the f*ck do you expect me
to know whether this sh*t is kitchen salt

or f*cking blow?

Take it.

- Mmm, f*ck, it's really coke.
- Exactly.

- It's coke.
- All right.

Hey, boy! Come here.

Get in.

You gonna make me get out
to grab you by the ba*ls

and put you in the f*cking car?

- I need to go to the bathroom.
- Shut up.

Tell me.

Where did you get this, boy?

I can't remember.

Take this.

Are you kidding? What about now?

Where did you get this sh*t, m*therf*cker?

- You hear me?
- I really think I'm gonna sh*t my pants.

What's your problem?

Oh!

Oh, look, look, look!
He's sh1tting himself!

Did you see that? He shitted himself!

As my mother says,
"Cleanliness is next to godliness."

Good afternoon.

- And the men, don't they do anything?
- Who do you think goes out to sea?

Holy Christ.

I just don't understand

why you didn't tell your father
the car had been stolen.

- After all, he's the owner.
- On paper.

He hasn't driven in years.
I drive the car now.

Hmm.

So, does your son
normally lie under pressure?

My son doesn't lie.

He must've forgot to tell you then.

Do you know this man?

- No.
- No?

Mm-mmm. No.

What is this all about?

The photo I showed your son
is that of an Italian trafficker

who disappeared in Rabo de Peixe
at the exact same time

your son reported the theft.

Was it the Italian who stole the car?

The missing man was the owner of the drugs
that washed up on the beach.

Mmm, I don't understand.

I don't understand!

I'm sure your son can explain himself.

- Right, Eduardo?
- Isn't that what you're here for?

I mean, like, um, finding the car,
that's your job, right?

I can promise you I will.

But I'm gonna have
to give you some advice.

Before that, tell me everything you know.

I'm gonna find that car, Eduardo,

after which,
there will be no one to blame.

Then it will be too late to help you.

Call me when you're ready.

You're a man of faith,
Mr. Jeremias.

Explain to your son
there's no absolution without repentance.

Good afternoon.

Where did you get the cash
to pay for the operation?

- Not now.
- The truth!

I'd rather have a son in prison
than a free criminal.

I could be in America, but I'm here
in this godforsaken place because of you!

I clean the floor
whenever you piss outside the toilet.

I wash your clothes,
put your food on the table,

I do everything
and I've never complained, have I?

I swallowed it all and kept going, and now
you're going to be able to see again

because of me,
because I paid for your surgery!

So, with all due respect, I don't have
to justify anything to you anymore.

If your mother was here...

But she's gone, Pops! She's gone!

I'd love it if she was here too,
believe me.

If you and I weren't stuck
in this depressing sh*thole,

maybe she'd still be here with us.

- You watch your mouth!
- Dad.

When I was little and you punished me,

you'd tell me that everything you did
was for my own good.

I didn't believe it,

but I listened.

And I'm telling you the same thing.

Everything that I'm doing
is for your own good.

When I had him in my belly...

I kept imagining
what his little face would look like.

Then, when he was born,

I would think
about watching his first steps,

mmm, hearing his first words.

A mother never wants
her child to grow up too fast,

but at the same time, she keeps thinking
about what kind of man he will become.

What kind of a man
will a child turn out to be

who is raised without his mother?

That, I will never know.

Do you think
Eduardo k*lled Gianluca?

Well, like the boy's father,
we'll see soon enough.

Come on, kiddo, it was a joke.

- Yeah.
- His father's blind.

Mr. Jeremias is a good man.
You shouldn't make fun of him, you know?

You think so?

Actually, you mainlanders love
to make fun of us people of Azores.

- It's quite annoying.
- Oh.

You're all so sensitive, you know?

- Okay, put that away. I invited you.
- I'll be going.

Put that away, Francisco.

There's a saying in Faial that says,
"A bearded woman should be avoided."

Oh, so now, not only am I frigid...

...I have a beard?

If you want the detectives
to follow your orders,

buy them a drink and put down the whip.

- You're f*cking late, Eduardo!
- f*ck it, Rafael. Jesus f*cking Christ.

- What's the matter?
- What's the matter?

- Yes, what's the matter?
- The cops were at my place.

They showed my Dad
a photo of the Italian guy.

They found the Italian dude?

No, but they're gonna be all over me now.

If they didn't, why are you being
so dramatic on a day that's so important?

- What's wrong with you? sh*t.
- This is important.

I have some serious news, man.
Go... Go on, sit down, please.

- I made an important life decision.
- Hmm?

I'm going to propose to Sílvia, bro.

So will you be my best man?

Rafael, this isn't the time for weddings.

- I shouldn't have to explain that to you.
- How about, "Congratulations"?

"I'm very happy for you and I accept
to be your best man with joy"?

Congratulations. Of course, I accept.

I hope you know
how f*cking much I love you.

I love you so f*cking much.
God damn it, brother!

I'm not saying this because I'm high.
I really do love you.

It's just if I don't get a ring on it,
I may lose the girl. You get it, right?

Anyways, come on.

Good sh*t, bro.

Oh, my God,
look what we've got here!

How much did you spend
on those nice shoes, huh?

Come on, just a sip.

- Hey, we need to talk.
- Get lost.

Move, you f*cking kid. Go!

What happened to your face, huh?

Well, Arruda caught me selling your snow,
and he did this to me.

Stick around.

- You believe this sh*t?
- Come with me, we have to talk.

It's all here.
The first rapper from the Azores!

- It was so we wouldn't lose money.
- That's brilliant, Rafael!

What's wrong with you?
Do you have rocks in your head?

How do you explain asking kids

to sell f*cked-up coke to cover up
the mess you made?

So now you've become the village priest,
to give me some f*cking sermons?

You ain't different
than before, Wednesday!

- Eduardo, the mama's boy...
- Don't f*cking talk about my mother!

You know what your problem is?

- My fame makes you choke!
- Your fame, Ambrósio?

Stop that sh*t!
f*ck, you're being little b*tches!

You wanna know what I think about you?
You really wanna know? I f*cking pity you!

You're the one losing touch,
think you're some kind of drug lord.

- Sílvia, come on.
- What, you think I'm a dog, you moron?

I'll leave when I feel like it.
You hear me?

He's so f*cking stupid.

Sílvia, what's going on with you?
When's the last time you slept, huh?

Oh, man, you too?

Now, everybody wants to be my dad.
So funny.

I don't want to be your dad.

You know I've always wanted
to be something else, right?

No, not like this.
Not when you're like this, Sílvia.

Oh, yeah.

Where's Eduardo?

Eduardo, bro!

My Scandinavian friends,
guys with lots of money...

- Later...
- Oh! Listen, this is serious!

They want to buy it all!

They want to buy it all. Imagine!
They want to f*cking buy it all from us!

Buy f*cking what? What is f*cking "us"?

Are we partners?
Is this a f*cking club now?

f*cking remember your place.

You're a b*tch, you know that?
Yeah, you're so f*cking hilarious.

Thank you, Rabo de Peixe!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the f*ck is this, huh?

Are you f*cking crazy?
What's wrong with you?

- Get the f*ck out now! Get the f*ck out!
- Come on!

You're just a b*tch.
Come here, you're dead, m*therf*cker.

You all right?

What do you feel when you do that?

Huh?

You're curious, right?

I feel beautiful.

And sexy.

And euphoric.

Like I'm a rocket hurling into space.

I feel real horny.

Sílvia, please.

Sílvia, f*cking wake up! Come on, Sílvia!

FIRE DEPARTMENT

Sílvia!
Sílvia, please! Please!

Hey, listen. Go inside and see
if they have news about my daughter.

Hey.

I've always f*cking seen you as a son.

But there is sh*t
a father can't put up with.

I need your help.

I'm a f*cking piece of sh*t.

I'm a piece of sh*t.

I always hurt the people I love.

I feel a weight on me.

Oh, f*ck.

Shh.

Listen to me carefully.

I'll take that weight off your chest.

Look at me.

Now you're gonna
f*cking tell me everything.

Are we clear?

Good morning, Mr. Jeremias.

Why did you come back from America?

Because of my family.

A toast to that.

A man who doesn't spend time
with his family is not a real man.

I'm sorry about your cousin.

I'm sorry about your son.

Being a good father
means that doing the right thing

sometimes makes you feel bad.

Please don't hurt him.

He's a good boy.

Eduardo, this gentleman is saying
you have something that belongs to him.

Your father is a decent man.

This is the only reason you're not dead.

I mean "yet."

Show me where my stuff is.

And then we'll talk about Gianluca.

The boat should be here.

I'll find another one.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jeremias.

No, no, no, no! Please, please!

The boat... The boat that you saw
was my partner's. He took the drugs.

I'll help you find it, I swear.

You've been free riding
for a long time, son.

You can k*ll me,
but he's telling the truth.

You have my word you can trust him.

Swear. Swear on what's most sacred
that you'll give back what you took.

Yes, on the Holy Christ, I promise.

- He says...
- I know what he said!

There's whales.

- What the f*ck?
- Whales!

Whales? Come on, let's go see the whales.

Let's go see.

Over there.

The north wind's coming, Dad.

Hurry up. You have to leave Rabo de Peixe.

No, Dad, I'm not leaving you here alone.

- I'll be fine.
- What about my friends?

Think about yourself.

That Italian won't rest
until he gets what's his.

Here, you're a dead man.

Get your things.

Running away from your problems
is a race you never win.

Your problems always catch up,

they never leave you.

I should have known
when I picked up that phone.

Yes? Joe here.

I need your help.

- I don't want any problems.
- It's not for me.

It's for the boy.

f*ck.

Thank you, Joe.