In 1961, nearly one million Portuguese troops
waged a 13-year campaign in Angola, Guinea and Mozambique.
Combat ended in 1974, with the 25th of April revolution in Portugal.
Among these soldiers, an elite group of Commandos
distinguished themselves above the rest.
Their motto: "Luck protects the bold".
But for some, the end of the war would always remain an open wound,
and Africa an incurable illness...
THE IMMORTALS
Lisbon Autumn 1993
My name is Vitor Pratas.
I am the only one of the five lmmortals who lived to tell the tale.
The lmmortals are dead. I am the only one left.
Do you know why I am the only one left?
Because I was never a true lmmortal, I was always a survivor.
A survivor, that's what I am.
Ah, the lmmortals...
...a story with an unhappy ending.
And if you ask me, it was all because of a woman.
Just like in the movies, women always ruin everything.
It either ends in tragedy or a wedding, which is often the same thing.
It all started in the summer of 1985,
eight years ago.
That night Beto blew a fuse
when he realized he was the only one of us
who didn't have a girl to take to the Algarve.
Joana!
- I'll wait for you outside. - I told you, I'm not coming!
We'll talk about it outside, alright?
There's nothing to talk about, damn it! I'm not coming! I don't live like you!
You're not thinking of squealing are you?
Let me go!
Why don't you take your wife?
Bastard!
Hey! What the hell was that?!
You could at least say good evening.
You're going on holiday to the Algarve like last year?
You're going with your friends, of course.
And I'll stay here and take care of your son, right?
Why don't you go for good?
I'm fed up with you!
It's been a week and you haven't said a word! You don't need a wife!
You need a whore and a maid!
Talk to me, damn it!
You'll wake the boy.
If you're not happy, do something about it.
- The usual? - Yes.
Five.
Hello? Yes.
Vitor, it's for you.
It must be Beto. I bet he's going to stand us up.
Has he ever let us down?
Alright, no cheating. I'm watching you.
Watch his hands.
Hello? Beto, where are you?
It doesn't matter. Is everyone there?
We're all here. We're just waiting for you and yours.
- You're not going to stand us up? - Fuck off.
Oh, I get it. You got rejected and now you need help.
At this hour,
the best I can do is to ask if any of these princesses has a friend.
Let me talk to him.
I understand.
He's going to screw everything up!
It's amazing. You never had luck with women.
Fuck off. Listen.
I'm not coming. We'll meet tomorrow at the hotel in Albufeira, alright?
But what's the girl like?
What is she like?
You want a description? Alright, listen.
One pack of Marlboro, please.
She's tall, blonde, thirty-something...
Beautiful body. She doesn't walk, she glides.
A real woman.
The kind of woman that you and those boors never get. Bye.
Who's that lady?
I don't know.
But she's got a foreign accent.
Lend me your lighter.
Thanks.
I don't know if you thought that the table was free
or if you'd decided to join me. - What do you think?
The latter.
That's up to you.
Tonight I want decisions made for me.
Vodka tonic.
That wasn't the kind of decision I was referring to.
- Wouldn't you like vodka tonic? - On the contrary.
But I meant other kinds of decisions.
Such as?
Such as, what shall we do next?
Leave.
Thank you.
I still need to know whether you're willing to pay the price.
I don't pay women.
That's what you think. There's always a price to pay.
One way or the other.
And often, cash is the cheapest option.
And you? How would you prefer to pay?
You're no good at playing the hooker.
Oh, really?
Shall we go?
Where are you taking me?
To bed.
A girl of your age should already be in bed, don't you think?
That depends on with whom.
Keep driving.
It'll just be a minute. I'm just going to pack some things.
Come on!
Well, Pura, how was your night?
Won't you sit down, just for a minute?
I hope you don't have a plane to catch.
Since when do I owe you any explanation?
I'm not asking for explanations. I'm just asking a favour.
A favour?
Just to sit down for a minute.
I hear you fine from here.
I'd prefer that you sat down.
I don't like to raise my voice.
Who is he?
- Be careful. - Is that all?
No.
I want to apologize for what happened yesterday.
It won't happen again.
But I hope you haven't forgotten tomorrow's dinner with the ambassador.
It's very important that you come. He really likes you.
And it's crucial to my deal with Luanda.
- I won't promise anything. - See you tomorrow.
Dad, hurry up!
Hello...
Maria Antónia?
What happened?
Slow down, I can't understand what you're saying!
Your husband did what?
Damn it! Fucking hell!
Alright, I'll come over at lunchtime.
Try to calm down.
Let me do that, you'll electrocute yourself.
Who was that?
A colleague.
Last night, her husband said goodbye in an original way.
He stuck a gun in her mouth, and left without saying a word.
There's no shortage of killers around here
while policemen calmly have breakfast and read their newspapers.
And make a mess of the table...
It's a question of shifts...
First, the crooks go to work, then when they leave it's our turn.
This is serious... The girl's shocked.
I told her to take the day off.
- Here's your toast. - Thanks.
What's his name?
Roberto Alua. An ex-commando.
He carries a gun and sometimes loses his temper.
I promised her you'd stop by to see if you could help.
Does she want to file a complaint?
I don't think so. He's an animal. Just like the rest of you...
- Thanks. - Well, I bet you were no saint.
What do want me to do? Knock his teeth out?
Why not? The police haven't given you anything to do for ages.
She should get a bodyguard, for God's sake!
Oh, Dad...
Go and see her. It can't hurt.
Alright, I'll think about it.
Here's your coffee...
- Do you take sugar? - No, thanks.
Sorry about the mess, but it's not my office.
If it were, it wouldn't look like this...
It's a terrible mess...
But I thought we'd be more comfortable here.
It's more private.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
- Hi Malarranha, how's it going? - Hi, Figueiredo.
Wait, I had to use your office. It's a case that requires some discretion.
Why don't you take a coffee? I won't be long.
What's wrong with your office?
They're putting in computers.
The complaint is being filed by a dancer from the Estoril Casino
who was assaulted last night.
A real scorcher!
She's a bit nervous, and I thought we'd be more comfortable there.
In my office?
Anyway, I'm moving there next week...
- You're retiring next week, right? - Yes.
Ok then. Just five minutes...
So, you were saying, it was about midnight...
- Hey, Figueiredo. - Yes?
Do you smoke?
No, why?
Nevermind.
I'm an endangered species. Where did I leave my lighter...
I've no idea.
Excuse me.
What did you say was the name of your assailant?
- Sorry. - I didn't. You haven't asked me yet.
Sorry.
I thought I had...
So what's his name then?
Oh, Malarranha! Sorry, but...
I'm going!
Alua. Roberto Alua. He wanted me to go with him.
Did you say Alua?
Where did he want to take you?
To a hotel in Albufeira. To spend some blissful days, he said.
- When was this? - Oh, Malarranha, sorry but I...
Alright, I'm going, sorry.
You're in good hands.
Oh, look!
I'm getting old...
So... Alua?
Oh yes, she must be feeling good.
In the space of a few hours, her husband beat up a dancer at the Casino
because she didn't go with him to the Algarve
then went home and roughed up his wife because she wanted to go with him.
Can you understand women?
Did your daughter ask you to come?
Yes.
She said that maybe you...
...maybe you needed my help, but...
...I think what you need is a doctor.
It's my husband who needs a doctor. A psychiatrist.
Your daughter can't stand him.
What about you?
What woman wouldn't like a man who comes home at one in the morning
and puts the barrel of a gun in her mouth?
Would you like a drink? I've just made some coffee.
Yes, if it's no trouble.
He's gone to Albufeira for a few days, is that right?
You know more than I do.
Every year around this time, he goes off with his friends from Africa.
They call themselves the lmmortals.
I don't know where they go.
To commemorate some heroic act or other that they carried out in the war.
They get up to no good
aggravate people, smash up a few bars...
Especially since Horácio Lobo came back.
When they're together, they don't respect anybody else.
- Sorry, I forgot about your coffee. - That's alright.
There they are, the lmmortals.
- Thanks. - Sugar?
No, I've got to lose some weight.
My son was a commando too.
Poor boy, he was less fortunate. He died over there.
There were five of them. Now there's only four.
One of them disappeared out there.
This one, Abel.
I told you.
That girl's going to do his head in.
- I know it. - Don't talk crap, man.
Beto is only making up for lost time.
Turn that shit off!
- Grow up! - For fuck's sake!
Shut up!
Have you seen the bitch he brought? French.
Beto always had a taste for the high life; women, cars...
Have you seen her? You'd forget the time too.
Look, we're not here to screw.
We're here to rob a bank.
Fuck me, Alua...
Fuck me...
Tell me I'm your whore...
- Say it, say it... - You whore!
I'm your whore! Say it!
- I'm going to knock on his door. - No, phone him.
It'll attract less attention. What's his number?
- One thi... - One thirty-four.
Hello. Put me through to 134 please.
You're my whore.
Yes. I'll be right there.
Shit, I lost track of time. I've got to go...
I don't want you to.
Aren't you my whore?
Whores do whatever their clients tell them.
I am your whore. But you're not my client...
You're my master.
Ok. I'll pick you up for dinner.
To recap... When the customer in front of you leaves,
you pull out your gun and get behind the counter.
As it's closing time, a staff member will be letting customers out.
He'll think you've forgotten about him.
At that moment, we'll pass by, dressed as cops.
Ok?
He'll call us, we drag him inside and we neutralise you.
We draw our guns and turn off the cameras. That's very important.
Beto, who's outside in the car...
Beto.
- Beto! Are you listening? - Yes...
Beto's, who's in the car, arrives at the door.
You open the door and pass him the bags of cash.
- Hey! That's a love bite! - Go and fuck your mother!
I need to test the car. Where is it?
- In a warehouse Mano found. - Let's go.
You handle that then, Mano.
- What car did you get? - A F-ford Esc-cort.
You could at least have corrected the steering and checked the tyres!
28, for fuck's sake!
31 and 33 in front, and 28 in this one! Nice job!
Fucking hell!
Y-y-you lot are never happy!
- It must be this one. - Cold, cold, cold.
He's the only one who looks like a woman-beater.
Well, your woman's intuition has let you down this time. It's him.
He looks like a normal guy.
As do I. We're the worst, capable of anything.
Look, I've got things to do here.
What is it you want me to do with this macho quintet?
First, I'd like you to check...
And it could had been four, if the goalkeeper hadn't made that save!
See if any of them has a criminal record.
And see if they're staying in a hotel in Albufeira.
- And what's in it for me? - You're a real mercenary!
How about a candlelit dinner for two?
Wait! And...
Cheeky devil!
- Yes or no? - Yes.
Hello? I'll be right there.
Malarranha, don't forget that your retirement dinner is tomorrow.
You lot can't wait to get rid of me!
You're all under arrest! Get out of here!
- Malarranha... - You too!
Get out!
Out! Move, you little bastard! Move, move...
So, did the girl file a complaint?
What girl?
The girl from the Casino.
Oh, yes, she did. Attempted abduction.
What's up? That was just a joke!
- Oh, that was a joke... - Of course!
Well, that trick with the lighter, just so you could stare at the girl's legs...
You could have been more discreet.
You have some nerve! You'd already gobbled her up with your eyes...
There was nothing left for me!
Oh, and Figueiredo...
I'll take this case, if you don't mind.
Oh, Malarranha, take it if you want it.
And another thing... Take that shit out of here.
You should take the opportunity to learn how to use it!
It's easy. Anyone can do it. I'll teach you.
I do everything by hand, Figueiredo.
I play guitar, type, wank... all by hand.
Computers... bullshit!
So the white guy fucks the black guy up the arse...
When they change positions,
the black guy rubs Vicks VapoRub into the white guy's arse...
The white guy turns round and says, "what's with the Vicks VapoRub"?
And the black guy says, "it's so I don't fuck up your lungs"!
Look at the state you're in!
You don't know how to drink, or how to laugh, or sit...
...or how to do your hair.
Take a look at Madeleine. Try to behave like a lady.
A friend of mine says that his ideal woman is a lady in the dining room...
...and a slut in the bedroom.
Your friend must know a lot about women.
The problem is that his wife is the exact opposite!
Maybe the problem is that your friend is like you lot...
He's not up to the job.
Look at this shit, you leave lipstick on everything!
On your cigarettes, on the glasses, on the napkins...
Look at this shit!
Horácio, does she leave lipstick on your dick, too?
No, Dora wouldn't stoop so low!
Look at this shit!
What's Madeleine going to think? That we're a bunch of sex maniacs?
I was promised a trip to the casino. Are we going?
Great idea, darling. What's your name?
Ines. I'm going to buy cigarettes.
N-no you're n-not. We're all g-going to the c-c-cas...
F-f-f-fucking right!
No more bets...
13. Black.
Lucky at games...
Why don't you like me?
Hey!
- This guy groped me! - No I didn't.
Go and grope your wife's bum, you bastard!
- What happened? - This bastard groped my bum!
I didn't grope anyone!
Vitor, you have to come.
Mano's killing some guy in there.
Come on!
You want to draw attention to yourself?
Vitor's already got it under control.
Take it easy, man!
Vitor Pratas, yes.
Vitor Pratas bought this place with money from who knows where.
But since he's a gambler and a pimp, nobody bats an eye.
Not bad...
This is the strangest case, Horácio Lobo, 38 years old.
The only one to stayed in Africa after the end of the war.
Enlisted in the Buffalo Battalion in South Africa, fought in Namibia,
went to Angola, fought for Renamo,
and he only came back when Zimbabwe attacked Renamo.
Don't ask me why.
I've got to quit this shit...
So he's a professional warrior.
More like a villain...
He was only back for a month when he sadistically broke the fingers
of a pickpocket he allegedly caught in the act.
He broke the guy's right hand so badly, he had to learn to steal with his left...
What do you expect? They were trained for combat...
I only hope I don't bump into one of them in the middle of the night!
If the man attacked you, it definitely wouldn't be to rob you...
- Should I take that as a compliment? - Well...
You scoundrel!
How did you know that your lmmortals were staying in Albufeira?
- And... - Quiet, now!
Good morning.
Hello...
- Is your mother in? - She's not my mother.
No? Well, anyway...
Tell her that Severina's father is here.
It's your friend's Dad! Please come in...
My father? At this hour? What does he want?
Joca!
- Have you told him to come in? - Yes.
Tell him I'll be right there.
Don't tell him I'm here.
He doesn't need to know!
Hello...
Sorry to disturb you, I just came to return your photograph.
- There was no hurry. - A promise is a promise.
I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you... I haven't even asked you to sit down.
Can I get you anything?
Actually... Yes. My daughter didn't come home last night,
and I can't seem to work the toaster...
I can make you some toast. It'll only take a minute...
And how are you feeling?
Wonderful! I'm going back to work tomorrow.
I'd forgotten the joys of being single.
- Have you heard from your husband? - No, thankfully.
It's best he lets off steam.
He'll be calmer when he comes back, it's always the same.
Except this time, he'll find I've changed the locks...
While we're on the subject, you spoke yesterday of a Captain Alves...
Ah, Alves. He was blinded.
A landmine...
They saved his life. Otherwise he'd be buried out there.
Do you know where I can find him?
He's President of the Disabled Association.
You should talk to him.
I'll get your coffee and toast.
Thanks...
Can you make some toast for your father?
He didn't have breakfast because you weren't at home.
God, there's no escaping from the old man!
The lmmortals...
These five men, like all comandos,
were taught to operate like the five fingers of one hand.
Number one advances, number two covers him,
number three is the chief,
number four is the backup, and number five protects the rearguard.
They could guess each other's thoughts and reactions in any situation.
There they are, the lmmortals.
Second Lieutenant Robert Alua and his four sergeants...
They were always a special unit within the Company.
Extraordinary, the courage of those men,
and their esprit de corps.
But one of them disappeared...
Abel Cavaco.
That story remains a mystery to me.
It became known as the Massacre of Chang'ra.
It began one night...
when Abel asked me to go to a village to buy a chicken to make a snack.
Something to break the monotony of those nights in Mozambique...
Captain!
Let me use the jeep to go to the village
and get a chicken for tomorrow's lunch.
I'll take Matateu, he knows the way.
F-finish the game f-first, man!
Come on then.
Beto can play for me.
Beto, come and finish them off!
We never saw him again.
Matateu, let's go.
The village was only a few kilometres from the camp
and there was no news of any guerrilla activity in the area.
I got it. He was being skinned alive, that's why he thought of a chicken!
We waited all night for him,
but he never came back.
At dawn the next day,
the others went looking for him, but they feared the worst...
Do you mind if I smoke?
Be my guest.
In the village, no one had seen him...
They spent all day looking for the jeep, but to no avail.
Late in the afternoon,
in a clearing, in the opposite direction from the village,
they found the remains of the jeep.
Why was the jeep there, so far from the village?
They were puzzled.
It looked like Abel and Matateu had been ambushed
so they approached carefully.
Beside the jeep, they found one body,
burned beyond recognition.
But they never believed it was Abel.
Nor did we.
But the official version
was that the body was that of Abel Cavaco,
and a coffin was sent to the city with the remains
which were probably of Matateu.
So today, perhaps, the unclaimed body of a black man lies buried in Boliqueime
beneath a gravestone honouring a fallen hero in a foreign war.
And Abel was never seen again?
No.
Some days later, news reached the camp
that a white soldier had been seen in a nearby village, in Chang'ra.
The lmmortals were convinced that it was Abel
and decided to search the village,
on the pretext that it was a terrorist hideout.
Nobody's saying anything.
Nobody's seen Abel.
- Where's Beto? - Searching the huts.
Either they've killed Abel
or taken him into the bush to interrogate him.
Who speaks Portuguese?
If nobody speaks Portuguese, you're all going to die!
- You speak Portuguese? - A little...
Did anybody see the white soldier?
Are you deaf or what? Answer me!
- Nothing, nothing. - Nothing, nothing?
Bastards!
Get him out of my sight!
It was an act of violence in which they unloaded all of their despair
at the disappearance of their friend.
Yes?
No, I'll be right down.
At the same moment that Lobo shot the villager,
a burst of automatic fire was heard from the hut that Alua was in.
He came out looking half crazy
saying it was a terrorist camp, and to kill everyone.
They set fire to the huts, and watched as the village burned.
One little boy survived, Joca,
who had been miraculously shielded by his mother's body.
Alua decided to adopt him and took him to the city.
But Abel was never seen again.
I don't know how these men adapt to living in this dull place.
They don't, they're misfits,
unemployed heroes, time bombs ticking away...
They feel that the revolution abandoned them, betrayed them.
I sometimes hear they've been involved in some violence,
either individually, or as a group, but nothing too serious, thankfully.
But these men are capable of anything.
Of anything?
Thank you for your time.
So, my son, you've come to arrange a mass?
That's right, Father. Me and my three friends.
It's for the soul of a colleague who is presumed dead.
Presumed?
I can't say mass for those who are presumed to be deceased!
Is he dead or isn't he?
Yes, he's dead, the poor boy. Abel Cavaco, he was from here.
He died twelve years ago in the war of Africa.
He's buried here in Boliqueime.
I understand that payment for the mass is in advance. I have it here.
You know that we now group together several requests...
and celebrate mass for several souls at the same time.
It's very expensive to hold a mass for just one person.
- Did they explain that to you? - Yes, Father.
It's a kind of...
It's a kind of mass production, you might say.
I even prefer it that way, the church will have more people at the mass.
You're very lucky,
because tomorrow the mass is also for the soul of Dr. Reboxo,
a highly respected citizen here.
He was the Civil Governor before the revolution.
As the mass is also for Dr. Reboxo,
you can bet the church will be full. - Very good, Father.
Abel would be pleased. A civil governor, eh?
The church is well-attended these days, isn't it?
Thanks...
Give me a hand here... Still making me work, you see that?
Now, then...
It's even in tune!
Well, I suppose you're expecting a speech. That's the custom...
My dear friends,
I'm not a skilled speaker...
In fact, I'm lost for words.
And I'm lost for wine!
Thank you very much.
Whisky!
Let's get started. Darling, pass me your handbag.
Excuse me...
Nothing in the bag...
Nothing up my sleeves...
One, two...
Right, you all know the rules.
Each woman takes out a key, and spends the night with its owner.
In alphabetical order. Dora first.
If you pick your man's key, put it back and pick another. Okay?
131...
It's m-m-mine! It's mine!
I hope you don't s-stammer in bed!
I s-stammer like I fuck! N-non stop!
Ines. It's your turn.
241.
It's Vitor!
It's your turn.
There's no need. Since she can't stay with Beto, I get him.
And she spends the night with the big bad wolf. (Lobo = wolf)
That makes sense!
Let's go. Excuse me...
Well...
Care to dance?
No. I'm going to have another drink.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go!
A beer, please.
...this time in Vilamoura. It's the third bank robbery this month.
The police are gathering evidence in an attempt to identify the robbers.
Following developments is José Dantas...
It was at precisely midday, as the bank was closing for lunch,
that two men dressed as policemen walked into the bank
supposedly to deal with an attempted robbery by an armed man.
Meanwhile, exactly where I'm standing
a fourth gang member got out of a light brown Ford Escort and went inside
emerging seconds later with several bags of money.
Right behind him were the two fake policemen
leading away the supposed robber.
Unfortunately, a security officer was shot by the driver
and was seriously wounded.
According to witnesses,
the security officer fired at the driver, wounding him in the face.
The robbers then fled.
It's more and more like the Wild West!
What we need is a sheriff!
The officer in charge of the case said the robberies are not connected.
Inspector, this is the third robbery this month.
Do you think the same group is responsible for all three?
No, this latest robbery was the work of professionals.
Hey, Inspector Figueiredo on TV!
He's a real star!
He'll have his own talk show one day, you'll see.
We expect new developments over the next 24 hours.
Mendonca.
Sara Mendonca.
Thank you. Goodbye.
So?
That's confirmed.
This afternoon, Alua and his friends left Albufeira in a rush,
along with their women.
I got the name of one of them, Sara Mendonca.
And if you're a good boy, I'll find out her address tomorrow.
Very good...
Do you know what happened?
Well, they had rooms booked for a week,
and suddenly they've left today.
- Just like that, for no reason? - Just like that.
Can you do me up?
Ofcourse, hold that.
You could invite me more often...
I don't want Joao to see me with men in the house.
Men? What's that?
I'm waiting for him to finish his studies, as you well know.
It's the same with you and your daughter.
It's not so long now.
So, you reckon that your friends robbed that bank in Vilamoura?
You know what I enjoy about all this?
Figueiredo, that little dickhead doesn't see a thing.
Something I don't understand...
Why are you so interested in this bunch of hooligans?
Look, Filó...
Didn't you ever get the urge to stuff your job?
Chuck the files out the window, tell your boss to shove it?
Did you ever think: 'This isn't the life for me'?
These guys were trained for war, to be heroes.
They're like fish out of water in this humdrum country.
They've even become baddies now.
My boy, for example...
When he came back from Africa, he was alright for a while
but two months later he was cracking up.
He couldn't function in peacetime.
He used to say, 'Dad,
'this war... Africa...
'When I'm there...
'I feel so free.'
Sometimes...
Sometimes I dream about him...
It's always the same dream.
I see him at the end of the street,
walking straight towards me...
The only thing I don't know
is what he would look like today.
Look, do we really have to go to a restaurant?
Don't you have anything here?
Only some ham...
Ham?
Ham.
- Ham. - Ham.
You're crazy...
- Four? - That's her!
Anyway, how many?
- Four. - Four?
Four.
Five - you lose.
You see? Five. He pays.
See you later.
So, what did you all do in the Algarve?
- We had fun. - Fun?
But it ended badly.
Did it? How?
One of them...
- Beto... - I know, Roberto Alua...
You seem to know everything.
That's what they pay me for.
So what went wrong? Did they rob a bank, or what?
- Rob a bank? - What did they do yesterday morning?
They went to mass.
They went to mass?
I'm speaking to you, damn it! They went to mass?
I've just told you! They went to mass in Boliqueime.
To pray for the soul of a colleague who died in the war, I think.
At least, that's what they said.
So, you don't know so much after all.
No.
It's you who doesn't know much.
So what happened?
The guys had agreed that each of them would bring a woman.
But later, as Pratas used to say, it was 'all for one, and one for all'.
The problem was that Beto's friend wasn't 'one of the girls'...
...Madeleine Durand.
She really turnedhis head.
Where are your manners, Mano?
Well, it was certainly worth it...
- What was? - The wait!
Beto always had refined tastes... in cars, in women...
But he isn't usually late. He is always punctual...
As soon as they walkedin, Horácio startedharassing them.
We all knew there was going to be trouble.
Are you staying long?
As long as he wishes.
The game with the keys was like arm wrestling.
Horácio forced Beto to choose between his woman and the group.
To top it all, she fell right into his hands
without the slightest effort on his part.
The most surprising thing was that Beto showedno hint of emotion on his faace.
I've never seen a guy so tense.
I thought he might explode at any moment.
When the others went off, I realized I didn't have a chance.
Beto was on another planet.
His silence made me nervous.
I asked him to dance but he didn't want to.
And the next day?
The next day, I decided to leave.
I packed my things and went down to check out.
They were in the lobby, arguing.
Madeleine left without a word
and Vitor guessed that things hadn't worked out between Beto and me.
- Are you leaving as well? - As well?
Yes, Madeleine's just left. And now you're going?
You're not angry with me, are you?
No. You're a sweetheart.
C-calm down!
I looked over at Beto, hoping he might say something, but he didn't.
Now, I remember he had some cuts on his face...
I didn't think anything of it at the time.
You thought it might have been you who scratched him?
Maybe...
Maybe, maybe...
Maybe the guys weren't at the mass in Boliqueime...
Maybe they went to hold up the bank in Vilamoura.
Maybe things went wrong. Maybe shots were fired.
Maybe Beto got hurt.
Maybe that's what happened.
Maybe, eh?
No, he has no criminal record.
There's nothing on my files, but if you hold on, I'll check.
Look, how do you expect me to find out whether they went to that mass or not?
The priest can confirm that Vitor was there only the day before
to arrange a mass for Abel Cavaco, and paid up front, in cash.
But he doesn't know if they were at the mass?
What do you think, that the priest has his own army of watchers?
Hello. Yes, I've checked. Your suspect's clean. Bye.
Something's not right here.
It doesn't add up...
You said the mass wasn't only for Abel?
That's right.
Did you ask if there were a lot of people there?
The priest said the church was full
because the mass was also for a local big-wig.
What?
The mass was also...
Filó! Why didn't you say so in the first place, darling...
That explains everything! Don't you see?
Nobody would know if they were in a packed church or not!
It's the perfect alibi! It's perfect!
The bastards!
Filó!
It just slipped out!
Frankly, I don't know how I can help you, Inspector.
It's a rather delicate matter...
Could we...
Of course. Stay!
Would you happen to know the whereabouts of Roberto Alua?
Inspector, I don't see what... how...
If you want, we can speak in French,
though I don't speak it very well...
Thank you, Inspector. But as I said, I don't see how I can help you.
I don't even know why you're here.
We're looking for a man who assaulted and attempted to abduct a dancer.
Nothing serious.
But since we know he was with you in Albufeira,
I thought you might know where he is.
Yes, I was with Roberto Alua in the Algarve.
But it's a private matter, as I'm sure you understand.
And however strange it may seem,
I don't even know where he lives or works.
Ah, but I know that already.
What I don't know is his whereabouts since he got back from the Algarve.
I know that his wife threw him out and he hasn't shown up for work.
Inspector, I'd be grateful if you didn't insist on this matter.
Yes, I spent two days with him, there's no point to deny it,
but I came back to Lisbon yesterday, and they stayed behind.
Since then, I've no idea what happened, and I have no wish to know.
In that case, Madame...
Sorry, just one last question...
Do you know what they did yesterday morning?
They said they were going to a mass for a colleague who died in Africa.
Why?
Only because...
I was told that when Roberto returned to the hotel,
he had cuts on his face.
I thought, maybe he had an accident,
or maybe he was caught in crossfire during the mass,
or maybe he fell down the church steps.
Who knows?
I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
But if for any reason you wish to contact me, here's my card...
That's my name, Joaquim Malarranha. And that's my number.
And here on the back is Roberto Alua's number.
- Ok. - You never know...
That's this, that's that...
Where's my stupid lighter?
Ah, here it is.
Hello?
Yes... it's me. It's Madeleine!
No, I was still here tidying up my papers.
If you say it's important,
I can be there in half an hour...
Turn on the light! Don't mess around, Filó!
Excuse me. I'll be there in half an hour.
Yes, I know where it is.
See you soon.
I suppose it must be hard for you to believe what I told you.
Even myself, when I think about it...
I believe I've fallen in love with Roberto Alua.
After nearly forty years in the Force, I can believe anything...
Well, almost.
But I still can't see why you've changed your mind about talking to me.
It's because I'm worried.
After you left, I saw Horácio Lobo at my house with my husband.
Does your husband know him?
I don't know.
I don't know how he learned who I am.
My husband does business in Africa, and Horácio stayed there after the war.
So why are you worried?
Horácio Lobo is a dangerous man.
Anyway, I'm only going to talk to you if this stays between us.
I'm off-duty...
Good, because I've got no one else to confide in.
You've already told me about the game with the keys, but...
Thanks.
But you didn't say who you ended up with.
Horácio Lobo.
He is awful.
Nothing happened between us that night. I wouldn't.
That made him furious with me.
But Roberto would never believe me if I told him.
When he came back to our room after the mass...
You really think they went to the mass?
No. But I don't know where they went. When he came back,
he was furious about something that had gone wrong between him and them.
- What happened to you? - Get your hands off me!
Bitch.
Bitch!
You were looking for an easy lay that night, weren't you?
Now you couldn't wait to get back into bed with Horácio, could you?
Admit it! You were dying for him!
How many times did you come?
Did you say you were his whore? Tell me!
Stop it! Are you insane?!
You're a real shit!
I feel sorry for you.
You know what your problem is?
You don't know what you want.
Get out!
Poor guy.
I decided to leave.
I called a taxi and left for Lisbon,
but Horácio saw me leaving. He smiled at me.
It froze my blood.
That guy scares me.
He won't rest until he gets his own back.
What about your husband?
My husband?
Our relationship is based on mutual self-interest.
He gives me security, money... Iovers.
One day he told me he needed me to meet some important guy
He asked me to be "nice with him".
I asked, "How nice?"
He replied, "As nice as necessary."
I started sleeping with a variety of men
that he wanted to do business with or from whom he needed favours.
He began to accumulate a huge fortune and gain influence.
And I started to feel terribly empty...
A feeling I can't really describe.
He knows I can't stand it any more...
But he's terrified that, one day, I'll fall in love with someone and leave him.
Not because he's jealous. He doesn't know what that means.
But he's afraid that I'll talk, because I know too much.
Too much?
- About what? - About his business deals.
Sales of arms to Africa, agreements, people who disappeared mysteriously,
like certain guys from Renamo for instance.
He suspects that I've got some incriminating documents...
- And have you? - Yes.
When I saw him with Horácio in the house, I started to panic.
Mister Alua, telephone.
Who is it?
Madeleine.
When I realized he didn't want to talk to me,
I decided to look for him in the garage.
But he'd gone.
I left the dossier of photocopies and a letter explaining everything.
Then I went back to the house.
That's when I decided to call you.
And your husband knows what's been happening?
Horácio must have told him his version of the story...
And how did he greet you when you returned from the Algarve?
He came into my bedroom.
I'd already gone to bed. Pura had followed him, as always.
He started to talk to her. It's one of his little tricks.
Your mistress is back, you see?
There was no need to worry.
I told you she'd be back.
It's good to be home, isn't it?
Once in a while you also run off with some of the local studs.
But then you're punished, aren't you?
How should we punish your mistress, eh?
Leave me alone.
Do you remember what you said when I asked you to be here on Monday?
What was it?
"I won't promise anything"...
"I won't promise anything".
I don't ask you to be faithful. But I do demand your loyalty!
Loyalty!
Do you know what that means?
Respect for commitments!
You can't have your cake and eat it too!
Spare me your speeches, please. And take Pura with you.
This won't end here, Madeleine.
I think I pushed my insolence too far.
My husband will never forgive me for having defied him.
Neither he nor Horácio...
And since I saw them together in the house...
Inspector, there's something I've got to tell you...
I'm terrified.
Good evening, I'm Vitor Pratas.
It's a pleasure. Joaquim Malarranha and Filomena Campos.
- You wanted to talk to me? - Yes. Won't you have a seat?
No, I don't have much time. But please...
What did you want to talk about?
It was really only a pretext to ask if you need a guitarist.
A guitarist?
Didn't you say you were a detective?
Yes I am.
I even had a question for you, but it can wait.
We might need a guitarist, you never know.
But why do you ask?
The guitar has always played second fiddle to my work,
if you'll pardon the pun...
I'm thinking of making a big change in my life
and they say I don't play too badly.
He's better with a guitar than with a gun.
One never knows. I'll see what I can do, then. Cheers!
Cheers!
What was the other matter?
Nothing important...
I wanted to ask you if you knew where I could find your friend Roberto Alua.
He's just back from the Algarve, but I can't reach him at his garage
and I believe his wife threw him out, isn't that right?
Beto! He'll be off on some fling!
If I see him I'll tell him to get in touch with you, Inspector...
Malarranha.
- Give it to me. - Can you take care of this, please?
Here you are.
Malarranha. (= Scrapes Away) Interesting name...
One day I'd like to play in a place like this...
It was always a dream of mine.
My dad played too, you know.
Well, why not come along one night for an audition?
Right...
- Are you enjoying the show? - Oh yes, the singers are wonderful!
But the guitarist... maybe you could find someone better!
Telephone for you, sir.
Will you excuse me?
- Enjoy the evening. - Thanks.
Listen...
Are you coming up?
No.
- Come on... Severina's out. - No.
Only with a warrant for my arrest.
Go on, go to bed.
- I've got a warrant in the house... - Go. Bed. Out.
- Come up... - No. Out.
See you tomorrow.
These cars don't fit me...
Listen, Joaquim,
don't you think we should get married?
Yes, I do...
- But at our age, who'd have us? - You're daft.
See you tomorrow.
'Lnspector Malarranha,
'I waited for you until midnight, I urgently need to talk to you.
'I'll wait in a bar and keep phoning until I get you.
'I hope you don't mind. Madeleine.'
Hello?
Are you awake?
- What time is it, Filó? - Just after nine.
Shit! Are you at work?
I just got here.
I slept in.
Well, you'd better wake up, because I've got bad news for you...
Madeleine's dead.
What?!
It's true.
She was found last night in her car at the foot of a cliff.
Her body was totally incinerated.
God almighty...
It's total pandemonium down here.
But there's more. Are you awake now?
Yes.
Beside the car, they found the body of Horácio Lobo.
Horácio Lobo?
It looks like he was shot before being dragged over the edge. It's awful...
They're developing the photos now.
Shit...
You'd better get down here. Quickly!
- Ok, I'm on my way. - See you soon.
Fuck...
Fuck!
We already know who they are: She is Madeleine Durand, married to a lawyer.
- Has he been informed? - They're trying to get his address.
The man is Horácio Lobo, profession unknown, returned to Portugal last year.
Semedo, as soon as you get his address,
go there with Figueiredo
and break it to him gently.
You were at the scene of the accident?
Yes.
- Well, tell us what you saw. - Excuse me.
Go ahead.
Inspector... Malarranha?
Yes?
It seems that you're looking for me. Roberto Alua.
Yes.
Come in.
What's going on?
Why have you come to see me?
Did your friend Vitor talk to you?
I don't like people poking their noses into my business. What do you want?
Please, have a seat.
Well, it's nothing very serious.
A few days ago, a dancer from the Estoril Casino came here
and filed charges against you
for assault and attempted abduction.
Is that all? To be honest, I couldn't care less.
Well, once charges have been filed, we have to proceed with the case.
Do you want me to do anything?
Do what you have to. You want me to sign something?
No.
I just need your address, that's all.
Here's the address of my garage. Anything else?
No.
Well, actually...
I don't know if you heard about that horrific accident last night?
A woman was found dead in her car, in dreadful circumstances.
And, as far as I know, she was a friend of yours.
Madeleine Durand. Does the name mean anything to you?
I knew her vaguely.
- And you didn't know... - No, I didn't know.
Mr. Alua...
Won't you sit down?
I'd like to make you an offer, Mr. Alua.
You know...
This is my last day here...
I'm retiring.
After 35 years of work.
At six this evening, I'm a free man, an ordinary citizen like you.
And it's as an ordinary citizen that I'd like to talk to you.
Man to man, but not here.
Wherever you like, in a bar...
Where do you live, Mr. Alua?
For the time being, in a hotel...
The Altis. But I presume you already know.
Could we meet there?
I don't see the point.
You will.
I know a few things that might be of your interest.
Such as?
Such as, next to the car was the body of your friend Horácio Lobo...
Such as, I know something about what you were doing in the Algarve
on the day the bank in Vilamoura was robbed...
Such as, shortly before she died, Madeleine Duran spoke to me...
So, can we meet?
I told you, there's no point.
I don't like cops, especially ones who think they're well-informed.
I don't think you understand...
Neither the robbery nor the death of your friend are being handled by me.
Besides, after six o'clock, as I said,
I no longer work here.
So why do you want to talk to me?
We might have more in common than you think.
My boy was also a commando. He died in Guinea.
Like you, he hated this dismal country.
And it seems that my daughter has moved into your house...
You know how it is... Women, eh?
So...
Six-thirty in the Altis?
Thanks for coming.
I live here.
What are you having?
He knows.
Thanks.
Two, please.
So...
What did you have to say that was so important?
Well, Mr. Alua...
I wanted to say that when I spoke to Madeleine, she was very frightened.
Horácio Lobo had been at her house to talk to her husband...
...a shady character.
She was afraid that something might happen to her.
But since she'd asked me not to interfere,
I couldn't take measures to protect her.
I was at your friend Pratas' restaurant last night, as you know.
Madeleine went to my house looking for me.
She sat waiting by the door,
until she gave up and left me a note
saying she'd waited and that she'd phone me later.
I spent all night beside the phone, but it never rang.
Little did I know what was happening to her during those hours...
Wait a minute. Are you saying that you went looking for her?
Exactly.
But why?
Why?
Because I was curious.
Because I was a detective.
Maybe even out of spite...
I'll tell you something, Mr. Alua...
The inspector who'll be taking my place, Figueiredo, is a real bozo,
a strutting peacock, who only wants to get his face on television...
I don't like him. I can't help it, it's like an instinct.
He's the one handling the robbery.
Do you know what my revenge is?
That smug little schoolboy graduate, with all his diplomas and computers
discovered nothing.
While this retired old plod,
that no one gives a shit about found out everything!
Like what, Mr. Malarranha?
That it was you lot who robbed the bank.
- You haven't got any proof. - No.
And I don't care.
I'm not going to lift a finger.
The only thing that gnaws at me
is that a woman lost her life because of your escapades.
And if she'd spilled the beans, she'd probably be alive today...
And you lot would be locked up.
But that's life...
When women fall in love...
You'll be hearing from me.
I'd no idea you played so well!
- Congratulations! - Thanks...
What were you doing all these years, playing the cop?
And you, all these years, playing the robber?
I need your help.
I want you to read this...
...and listen to this.
There's the confession of the robbery, and lots more.
But promise me that you'll keep it to yourself.
Anyway, apart from this cassette, there's no other proof.
And what good would it do? To put Pratas away?
He's the only one who doesn't deserve it.
Horácio's dead. Mano has fled.
He's probably in Mozambique and will never be seen again.
I'm going to do what I have to do... Disappear once and for all.
It explains what happened to Madeleine.
That's the only thing I want made public. I'm counting on you.
Where can I reach you?
You can't.
Today I handed a duplicate of this file to Figueiredo,
with a copy of the cheque that Durand paid to Horácio to murder his wife,
something none of us knew.
We were all accomplices to the crime because Horácio convinced us
that she went to tell you what happened in the Algarve.
And since she saw me that day with my shirt soaked in blood
and my face full of glass, I believed him.
I only realized I'd been tricked when I spoke to you yesterday.
I had no reason to doubt you
because you had no reason to lie to me.
When I left the hotel, I went to the garage.
That's where they gave me the file on Durand that Madeleine had sent me,
along with a letter explaining that Horácio had visited her husband.
Suddenly, everything was clear.
- Do you need anything else, Mr. Alua? - No thanks. I'll lock up, you can go.
- Thanks. See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.
My love, in case anything should happen to me,
I need to be sure that these documents are in your hands.
I don't expect you'll call me or see me again.
But I ask you the same question I asked you in the Casino that night,
do you remember?
Why don't you like me?
Love isn't an illness.
Madeleine.
When I realized that Durand had paid Horácio to kill Madeleine,
I decided to pay him a visit.
My first idea was to blow his brains out at close range,
before he knew what was happening.
But that would have been too easy.
I had to prove his guilt.
- Who is it? - Inspector Figueiredo.
Just a moment.
I pretended to be Figueiredo to be sure I could get in.
Then I forced him to write a cheque made out to Horácio Lobo.
A cheque? What are you talking about?
Yes, a cheque for ten million escudos.
The price you agreed to pay Horácio to murder your wife.
But he's dead too. Bad luck. His and yours.
Horácio was a dangerous man. But so am I.
And I want a signed cheque made out to Horácio Lobo, and dated yesterday.
You're delirious.
- A cheque... - I know about your activities.
And I'll guarantee you one thing.
While I'm alive, you'll never find peace.
You know why? Because I've got nothing to lose.
I can always shoot you. So the choice is yours,
the cheque or a bullet.
When I got back to the hotel, I needed to tell someone what had happened.
You'll see why.
During the hold-up, Horácio and Mano suddenly started acting like amateurs.
In Africa, they were strong, brave men cold-blooded as I've never seen.
Mano thought he recognised one of the bank staff as Abel.
A-Abel!
You're crazy, that's not Abel! Come on!
A surprising discovery. Horácio froze for a moment.
Everything had gone as planned.
But in that moment, Horácio and Mano had lost their concentration
and the plan fell apart.
Fuck!
Fucking door!
It was Abel! I s-saw him!
- Are you out of your mind? - Maybe he's right.
I've already told you it wasn't Abel, for fuck's sake!
You all froze like zombies in there, staring at the guy!
You gave that bastard enough time to go and get his gun!
Bunch of amateurs!
And you had to shoot to kill?
Next time you're on your own.
Let's all calm down. Maybe the guy didn't die...
But we got away with the money and nobody identified us, that's what counts.
Where's he going?
Let him go, he's all wound up...
I always said that bitch of his was bad news!
That argument marked the beginning of the end of the group.
They always refused to believe that Abel was dead.
Only I knew it wasn't Abel for a very simple reason:
I killed him in Chang'ra.
I found him hiding in a hut during the search.
Only I knew it wasn't Abel for a very simple reason:
I killed him in Chang'ra.
I found him hiding in a hut during the search.
There's no one here...
Speak!
Speak...
I've been thinking about this for a long time, Beto...
I had it all worked out.
The story of the chicken was just to get away from the camp.
Matateu knew all about it.
We put a grenade into the jeep's petrol tank
then threw on the body of a soldier who'd died in an ambush.
Get up.
Beto...
This war is madness, man!
It has no solution.
It's going nowhere!
We're wasting our lives wiping out these guys
and they're right, for fuck's sake!
It's their land, Beto!
It's been going round and round in my head for ages.
Get up!
I know you understand what I'm saying...
The others don't need to know you saw me.
Are you going to kill me?
Are you going to kill me, Beto?
If you kill me, you'll never be at peace.
You know that.
No!
I've kept that secret to myself, and, until today
I've lived with it to keep the group's spirit alive.
To hide what the others would take as Abel's treason,
I hid the truth from them.
Treason...
Maybe it was at that moment, that I betrayed myself for the rest of my life.
Many times since then, I've tried to make sense of it all.
But if you think about it, does anything make sense?
As for what happened in the Algarve, I'm sure you already know.
Madeleine and Sara must have told you.
Even if they told you their version, it makes little difference to me.
For my part...
it only remains for me to tell you how Madeleine died...
The day after we got back from the Algarve,
Horácio called us all, and asked us to meet him that night
because he had something important to tell us.
She was the one who went to see the cop, man.
What reason could she have to meet him?
Yes, why did she leave the Algarve in such a rush?
She saw you covered in glass and blood. She's no little angel.
Look, how did the cop recognize us?
By looking in his crystal ball?
Believe me. It all fits. Beto...
Shall we vote on it?
- Vitor? - I need to be sure.
I'm with Beto.
I just hope we don't regret this...
Mano, come with me. Vitor, stay here. If I hear anything, I'll call you.
Beto, do you want to come?
No. I've got to go back to the hotel. I'll call later.
Mano, let's go.
Let's go!
Madeleine was condemned that night.
While you were at Vitor's place,
Horácio and Mano followed Madeleine, who waited for you until midnight.
After she'd put the note under your door,
Horácio and Mano grabbed her.
The note was the final proof that she was working with you.
Fuck! Idiot!
Idiot!
Then...
...while Horácio held her down and filled her full of whisky and pills,
Mano phoned to tell me what was going on.
Your first visit to Vitor's club where you went looking for me
plus the revelation that Madeleine had met you
was enough to seal her fate.
Vitor came to get me at the hotel, and we went to join the others.
It's all set.
We were just waiting for you.
Help me push this thing...
Wait, the handbrake's on.
When my eyes met hers, I couldn't bear what I saw.
She was completely out of it on alcohol and pills.
I still don't know if that look was contempt, or a cry for help.
- I couldn't take it. - Push!
Stop it!
- Push, damn it! - Stop that shit!
Nobody move!
If we have to pay for the robbery, so be it! The killing ends here!
Abel's dead and buried, understand?
I know because I killed him in Chang'ra.
You know why? Because he was a traitor.
Now we're going to end this madness.
We're all going to go home, nice and easy.
Get moving or I'll kill you all!
Help me for fuck's sake!
Bitch...
No! Fuck! No!
Get out of here, man. Disappear while there's still time.
You were never here. You didn't see a thing.
Get out of here!
- Hello... - Hi.
- Hello there. - Did I wake you up?
- No, I've been listening to Alua. - Is he there with you?
No, he's not here.
- He left me a tape. - Anything interesting?
It's not exactly...
...interesting...
It's...
It's shocking.
Shocking? Why, what's on it?
Look, do you fancy coming over here?
At this hour? What's the matter, Joaquim?
- It's really late... - Never mind, then.
- Alright, I'll come... - No, forget it.
I'll come. What's the matter?
Women really don't know how men's hearts work, do they?
Don't start that. What is it? Do you want me to come over?
- No, go to sleep. - I'm coming over there.
- No, go to sleep. - Alright then.
Bye.
I'm exhausted.
Exhausted, but relieved.
I know this won't make sense of all that I've done,
because all I can see ahead is darkness.
But I'd like this confession to serve some purpose.
I suspect that Figueiredo won't lift a finger against Durand.
I reckon Durand has already called him
and they've come to some agreement.
If I'm right, the only thing I ask
is that you make a copy of the cheque and the documents I gave you
and hand them to your chief.
Tell him that Figueiredo hadn't thought they were important...
I imagine you'll enjoy that.
I don't know if you ever understood your son
or whether you'll ever understand people like us.
We were trained at a very early age to feel no compassion.
We were trained for war,
to have no fear of death, to embrace it.
We valued each other, and our courage.
We despised the weak, and worse, we despised weakness.
We fought against our own weaknesses.
And what are compassion and love if not weaknesses?
Madeleine left me a note asking me why I didn't like her.
And added at the end: 'Love isn't an illness'.
I always saw love as an illness, something to be rejected.
The night she died, I understood that all she wanted was a little compassion.
And now that I've got nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
if I could admit it just once,
I'd tell you that maybe that's what I needed,
a bit of compassion.
But it's too late for me now.
Goodbye, Inspector.
Go.
Go away.
Go away!
Shit...
- Hello. - Hello.
Maybe you're curious about what Figueiredo did with all this.
Is Figueiredo there?
Send him to my office as soon as he arrives.
Chief...
I'll leave the two of you alone. Thanks.
It's my opening night at the Fado club tomorrow. You're welcome to come.
- For a change of scenery. - I can't promise anything.
Inspector...
I've already left.
I don't know if I should thank you...
To be perfectly honest,
neither do I. Chief...
The case of Madeleine Durand, who was found dead in her car last week...
Filó! Come and see!
Daniel Durand, husband of the victim, was arrested at his home
on suspicion of complicity in his wife's murder.
The lawyer is connected with some fifty companies in various sectors.
Police surprised Durand around 4 pm at his home in Cascais.
He gave up without resistance.
It is alleged that he knew of a plan to simulate the accident
that led to the tragic death of his wife.
Meanwhile, Inspector Joel Figueiredo has been suspended from duty
on suspicion of having withheld evidence.
In the public sector...
It's just like the movies. The bad guys always pay.
The problem is the mess they leave behind. Right, I'm going.
Aren't you going to wait for me?
No, darling. It's my first day, I don't want to be late.
- Anyway, I fancy a walk. - Alright.
I'll see you there.
You'll have time to make yourself beautiful.
- More! More beautiful! - That's better.
See you later.
From that night on, the ex-inspector became quite an attraction.
Filó came to hear him every night, as if it was the first time.
But last year, when she died suddenly,
something died inside him, and he was never the same again.
He died eight years later, as he always would have liked to live...
With a guitar in his hands.
He was so popular that even the cops became regulars at the club.
But in all those years, old Marranha proved to me he was a cool guy.
He never told anybody what he knew about the robbery in Vilamoura.
Except for one night when I pointed out that the club was full of cops...
and he turned to me, slapped me on the back and said:
'That's right, the clientele here is getting worse by the day!
'Lt's turning into a den of thieves and cops! '
Sorry, can I have a quick word?
Sorry, but yesterday I was at my father's house, sorting out his things
and I came across a tape he had in his safe, which aroused my curiosity.
You know how it is, women can't resist these things...
So I found out that my father knew who'd robbed that bank in Vilamoura.
Look, you're the only one left, so you must have all the money...
...which would also explain how you bought that hotel in Albufeira.
What are you getting at?
You know full well what I'm getting at.
Antónia is Alua's only heir and I'm my father's only heir.
At first I thought all he'd left me
was an old guitar that isn't worth more than five thousand escudos,
but it turns out that he left me something far more valuable...
My silence.
How does the old saying go?
- Silence is golden. - Silence is golden.
How much do you think my silence is worth?
I understand. We'll talk tomorrow at the club.
- What was all that? - I'll explain later.
What did that dyke want?
Nothing. I'll tell you about it later.
Tell me now.
You know, Rosa, there's one thing that crooks always forget...
There's always a crook more crooked than you are.
Translation: Stephen Cusack / WordWorks
Subtitling: Alexandre Bettencourt / CRISTBET Ltd.