01x05 - No One Escapes From an Island

[bunniefuu]

It's okay, it's okay.
You're gonna be okay, my Sílvinha.

- Zinha.
- The nightmare is over now, my baby.

What is he doing here?

Your father and I, we've been talking.

You're going to stay at his house
for a while, until you recover.

Are you out of your mind?

You're out of control, Sílvia.

You need the help of a man
to straighten you out.

- But...
- Believe me, Zinha.

This is as hard for me as it is for you.

Arruda, please.

It's the truth.

f*ck this.

TURN OF THE TIDE

Incredible pasta alla pompino.

This is better than Coca-Cola.

We'll miss you around here, man.

You're being transferred to Lisbon.

To Lisbon? Why?

You know, the mainlanders
want to ship you back to your country.

Are you sure?

It is, dude.

- Oh, sh*t. What an exaggeration!
- Why don't you give her yours?

Come on, just give a little bit to Zinha.

Your daughter doesn't
even like my cooking.

Mmm!

Don't even think about it.

As long as you're in this house,
you're not touching this.

Yeah, we don't want those problems here.

Wine is not cocaine.

Zinha, wine is cocaine. Same with beer.

From now on, for you,
everything is cocaine, you get it?

Everything is cocaine.

'Til you understand this,
you'll continue f*cking up your life.

Mmm, even your f*cking cell phone
is cocaine, honey. You know?

I heard
that you could help me.

That you can get me
out of this sh*thole.

If you give me the recipe
for the pasta alla pompino.

But that recipe is a secret.

The idea is to trade
one secret for another.

Very well. Desperate times...

call for desperate measures.

How do I get out of here?

Do you see that wall over there?

That one?

Yes.

You just jump over the wall.

Ah.

If you just have to jump,
why are you still here?

It's worse out there than in here.

Bills, obligations,

alarm clocks, paperwork.

Only if I was crazy
would I go back out there.

Hey! That's my girl!

That was very good.

Beautiful Zinha!

A woman must be able
to defend herself, right?

Mm-hmm.

There you are.

I appreciate the gift.

And for remembering my birthday.

You were the only one.

Hey. Hold on.

What's wrong, honey?

Rafael hasn't said anything in days.

And his cell phone is off.

No one in Rabo has seen him.

Zinha, you know
that sometimes that's not a bad thing.

Quite the opposite. You get to know
who your friends really are

when the sh*t hits the fan.

Rafael isn't my friend, he's my boyfriend.

That boyfriend of yours,
when you ended up in the hospital,

what'd he do? He ran like a rat,
didn't he? What's left for you?

You have your family,
who didn't abandon you.

You have a lot of ba*ls
to talk about abandonment.

There we go!

When the sh*t hits the fan,
that's when people show their true colors.

Come on.

- May I?
- Of course.

- No one should dine alone.
- Hmm.

You're an optimist, Francisco.

But as they say, if life starts off
with a good breakfast,

it usually means your dinner is miserable.

Let me guess. That's the title
of your, uh, autobiography.

Maybe this will improve your dinner.

The list of people who OD'ed
and went to the hospital.

We have that girl.

- From Rabo de Peixe?
- She's pure Rapexinha.

Sílvia Arruda.
She's Rafael Medeiros's girlfriend.

I thought the white powder
was medication for migraines.

So you really think I believe that story?

I had one hell of a migraine that night.

And who gave you that white powder?

I don't remember.
Everything was pretty chaotic.

Music, the lighting.

There were a lot of people
I didn't know at the concert.

You're saying you accept medication
from people you don't know?

That was before, when I trusted people.

But don't worry. I learned my lesson.

You can leave.

And know that I'm here to talk,
if you recover your memory.

Some things are best forgotten.

Mmm.

f*cking Arruda is allergic to the police,
you know what I'm saying?

He said he would pay
for the cab afterwards.

But he's right about one thing.

It's times like these where you see
who really has your back.

Don't say that.

You'll see.

Any day now,
Rafael will show up, totally hungover,

with his tail between his legs,
apologizing. I promise you, babe.

I'm not talking about Rafael.

I'm talking about Eduardo.

He got us into this mess.

With so many speeches
and so many promises.

And now, he's the first to flee.

Something must've happened.

The Eduardo I know
wouldn't leave us like this.

And besides, I'm not going anywhere.

Muah! It's you and me for life, got it?

Mm-hmm.

Whoo!

And this look, kiddo? Yep.

Hmm!

Neither Rafael nor Eduardo together
can give you this!

Look!

Ah.

And have you, uh... have you finished?

Of course! Here.

You got the cash?

Here it is.

- All good?
- All good.

Don't forget, you still owe me
the recipe for the pasta alla pompino.

I won't forget,
I won't forget.

Who are they?

The Magnussons.

They're Scandinavians
and they're going to k*ll Ian.

Okay. And who... is Ian?

Ian is my boyfriend.

He promised them the drugs.
They paid and now the coke's disappeared.

Hey, you!

You pig! You don't understand
anything. I am waiting for you.

Wait, wait, wait.
You're saying your boyfriend sold drugs

to some guys called Magnusson?

You mean like that dude
that played for Benfica?

The little blond.

Bruna, don't worry. Come on.

You can talk freely.

My father knows.

Eduardo and Rafael
were supposed to deliver the drugs.

But they disappeared.

You do not
understand Swedish?

And the drugs they promised
never arrived.

Maybe they ran away
because they didn't deliver it.

And now the Magnussons
went to Ian's house.

No, not that one.
That one has a cool design.

And they threatened to k*ll him.

They said we have a week
to make the delivery.

Say that you can help us, Dad.

Sorry, honey,
I have nothing to do with this.

But I do.

Bruna is my friend.

She helped me when I needed it.

Ah, Jesus f*cking Christ.

Look, I went and got us help.

Help for what?
Who said I needed help, Bruna?

Ah, damn it.

Whoa-h*! Holy sh*t!

Looks like you had
quite the party.

Hey there, twinkletoes, take a seat.

You're in my house.
Don't talk like that to me.

Are you gonna sit down or...

you want me to break one of your wings?

Sit the f*ck down.

Hey, playboy, do you have a dog around?

Yeah, I have a dog. It's just that it went
out to buy rolling papers.

It'll be right back.

What a funny guy.

So let's get down to the nitty-gritty.

How much money
do you owe the Scandinavians?

Sixty thousand.

Sixty thousand what? Escudos?

Are you serious?

I don't sell cough drops, right?

- Sixty thousand euros.
- Sixty's a lot of money.

So how many kilos
did you promise these guys?

Two kilos for 60,000 euros. f*cking A.

Should I blow you, or...?

Let me explain.

These are people I met

when I lived in Copenhagen.

- They are...
- Man, give me a popcorn. Here.

Take one.

Mmm.

Thirty thousand euros for one kilo?

They're businessmen.

Thirty thousand euros per kilo?

And they pay more.

If I want, I can up the price.

They're trustworthy.

Soon as I told them about the cocaine,
they said they wanted it.

And they f*cked up your whole house?
Hmm?

One thing is one thing,
another thing is another thing.

Sit down!

What the f*ck, man?
Stop it! Damn it!

God, f*ck! f*ck! Ow!

f*ck, man!

f*cking son of a b*tch.

How many kilos do you think
those dudes can take, roughly?

Do you want me
to repeat the f*cking question?

They said they can buy all of it.

Mmm.

This stuff here...

...cash money, m*therf*ckers.

Get to f*cking work.

- Cigarette?
- No, thank you. I have mine.

Let's get the f*ck out of here.

Go!

All right, let's go!

Today's the day, playboy.

Out of the way!

Hey!

Go!

Hey!

Go faster!

I don't see the truck.
Where the f*ck is he?

Wait, there he is. I see him.

Dollars, m*therf*ckers.

Dollars, m*therf*ckers!

Dollars, God damn it!

- Are you ready?
- Let's do this.

Let's go. Come on.

It's flour and sugar!

You tricked us, you m*therf*cker!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Calm down!

Magic.

It's not about how. It's when.

While everyone was looking
in the wrong direction,

my boy Eduardo was doing his trick.

Hurry up. You have to leave Rabo de Peixe.

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

I'll be fine. That Italian won't rest
until he gets what's his.

Here, you're a dead man. Get your things.

I need your help, all right?

No, no. Seriously.

I see that you've calmed down. Huh?

What a f*cking a*s.

So that's the plan.

We have to help him.

Ian, you'll get your share.

Uh-huh?

Really? If I get my share,

you can camp on my floor, right there.

You can take a sh*t with the door open,
whatever you want.

Come here.

I'm not in the mood.

I think you are. f*cking get over here.

Eduardo.

Are you okay?

We don't have much time.
I'm at my dad's place.

Rafael?

I saw Rafael with your dad and Zé
in the trawler.

They took all the drugs.

Don't worry, Sílvia.

I have a plan.

Okay. Understood.

Get some rest.

I gotta go. Ciao.

Just checking in. How's my girl?

One day at a time, right?

Those are the three essential elements
to a heist like this.

Planning,

the execution,

and the most important,

the escape.

Where did you learn all that?

If we all stick to the plan,
we'll recover what's ours.

- Ian, are you out of your mind or what?
- Shh.

Be careful now.

Fake. It's a prop.

If we're gonna do a show...

...we need props, then.

Right, Carlinhos?

Are you sure that it's going to work?

If we follow the plan.

And since it's all thought out...

let's execute, right?

I have something for you.

To play the Snake game.

Zé...

I know you were on the boat
with my father and Rafael.

I need to know what happened to Rafael.

I know you think my father is a good boss.

But that's not kindness.

It's power.

Whatever he does for us,

it's only to control us.

I have no future.

I'll never be a boss like you.

You need to trust me.

I'm not like my father.

It was your father who k*lled Rafael.

It was him.

It was your father who k*lled Rafael.

It was in cold blood.

He hadn't done anything!

Zé.

Sílvia?

What if I gave you the opportunity

to get revenge on him once and for all?

Zinha, everything okay?

Eduardo and Rafael
were supposed to deliver the drugs,

but they disappeared.

And now the Magnussons went to Ian's house
and they threatened to k*ll him.

Jesus f*cking Christ. Ugh.

- I went and got us help.
- Help for what?

Who said I needed help, Bruna?

Whoa-h*! Holy sh*t!

Looks like you had
quite the party.

Hey there, twinkletoes, take a seat.

Hey, playboy,
do you have a dog around?

Yeah, I have a dog.
Just that it went out

to buy rolling papers.
It'll be right back.

Come on, come on.
Keep working, come on.

Mix it up now, come on. Mix it up, hurry.

Let's get this train
to the station on time.

Locked and loaded.

Come on. Keep it coming.

Give it to me. Perfect.
Thank you very much, ladies.

All right.

Whoo!

Yah, yah!

Zé!

Next to the lighthouse,
there's a skiff waiting.

Come on, Zé.

Zé! Thank you.

I don't see the truck.
Where the f*ck is he?

Wait, there he is. I see him.

Life is f*cking unfair,

and there aren't many f*ck
who get a second chance.

Rafael will never play for Benfica.

Zé will never get to the boat
that would save him.

And the Magnussons

will never have a taste
of the cocaine they bought.

It's flour and sugar!

You tricked us, you m*therf*cker!

Hey, wait a sec.

Whoa!

f*ck! Holy sh*t!

You f*cking son of a b*tch!

- What the f*ck's going on?
- We got f*cked over.

- What is it, as*h*le?
- He says it's f*cking flour, man!

Eduardo, f*ck!

f*cking sh*t!

Gimme that sh*t!

- Huh?
- Come on, give it!

f*ck this.

That f*cking chicken sh*t.

Ah, you little b*tch.

Ah, you mother...

Where were you f*cking going?

- You hear me, you f*cking rat?
- Boss!

- Where were you f*cking going?
- Boss, I don't know anything!

You got three f*cking options.
You either k*ll me,

or you sh**t yourself,
or tell me who f*cked me, as*h*le!

- I swear to you...
- You don't?

Then pull the trigger
and sh**t yourself, you coward!

Come on, m*therf*cker!

f*cking do it!

sh**t me, it doesn't matter.
I'm already dead, so just sh**t me.

- Oh, you're already dead, f*ck?
- Yeah, I am.

It's better than living
that piece of sh*t life of yours.

- Who was it?
- sh**t me now!

- Who was it? Who was it?
- sh**t me!

- Who was it, you f*cking as*h*le?
- It was your daughter.

It was Sílvia.

- You're saying it was my Zinha?
- It was Sílvia.

Really?

No!

The universe doesn't judge.
It doesn't give prizes.

It is pure indifference and chance.

So if you get lucky
and get a second chance,

f*ck me if you don't take it
for all it's worth.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

We're only missing Rafael.

Where are we going, hmm?

- We're going where no one will find us.
- And we'll get there in this beater?

I think so.

It's time to go. Come on.

Oh, remember.
Fresh water, good wine, a tight p*ssy...

A hard d*ck.

The Italian paid
for your annual subscription.

And the recipe?

Thanks.

RECIPE FOR BLOWJOB PASTA

Come on!

You have to put the helmet on first.

Are you serious?

Put that on so we can leave. Let's go.

Start the bike. Go!

Start the f*cking bike.
Let's go!

f*ck me.

Uncle Joe.

Hey, kid.