Turistas Page #2

-Oh, no!

Come on.

Let's go.

All right, let's go get it wet.

Come on, Alex!

-Whoo!

Let's get a drink.

Alex, where are you going?

-Over here.

Whoo!

Qual seu nome?

- camila.

Pru. Alex.

Nice to meet you.

What do you want?

-Uh, Coke, please.

A Coke? You're 7,000 miles away

from home. Try something new.

Like what?

-Have you ever had assai?

Uh, no.

It's, like, this amazing drink

from the Amazon. It's-

Just a Coke's fine.

Thank you. No ice.

My God, I love this country.

It's like we died on the

bus and this is heaven.

It's heaven.

It's, uh, paraso.

And you? Angel.

Wait.

You too!

Come on!

Ah!

Don't want to-

-Por favor?

No ice. -No, no. It's, like,

a hundred f***ing degrees.

No, it's like ordering with dysentery

or without dysentery. No ice.

Dysentery.

This is unbelievable.

You think you've found

your own private Shangri-la.

Next thing you know, the place is crawling

with backpacking tourists wearing sandals.

Welcome to paradise.

I'm Svend.

Pru, my sister Bea, Amy.

-Hi.

Where are you from?

-London.

London. We're from Sweden.

-Sweden! Nice!

We rode this beauty all the way from Mexico City

and stopped to have a drink three days ago.

Now we can't

find any reason to leave.

Yeah, and Brazilians

are the warmest and friendliest ...

and most chill people

you're ever gonna meet.

The drinks are cheap, and Camila's

cooking, it's unbelievable.

And you even have a barrack you can sleep

in on the beach-only four bucks a night.

Oh, my God.

-Go on!

About what?

Oh, no, no.

It's just an expression, like "no way."

Oh. Yeah! -I hate living up to

the natives' stereotype, but-

and I think I speak for

my brother when I say this-

we're not leaving here ...

until either we run out of money-

-Or they run out of beer!

Oh, my God.

-So, what do you think?

About getting on the bus?

Come on. Look where we are.

Well, how do we get back?

Hitchhike to a bigger town. We'll get on

a better bus, with air conditioning and brakes.

You in?

Sure.

-Yeah! Let's do it!

All right, f*** the bus.

Yes!

Ow.

Camila.

Da. Ciao.

-Ciao.

Whoo! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Amy! Amy!

-Come on! In the middle!

Ohh! Nice!

Why won't someone pass me the ball?

Come on, come on!

-Think fast!

Oh!

We know how to play this game!

Ohh!

-You okay?

You suck, Amy.

-Let's go!

You're on our side, Alex!

Come on, Alex! Pass!

Yes! Whoo-hoo!

Come on, Liam! Run! Run!

Hi.

-Hi.

I am study the English.

Okay.

-Okay?

Uh, I-I think I make my "practions" on you.

-Sure. Yes.

So, what's your name?

-Uh, Pru.

Pru?

-Yes.

And what is your name?

-My name is Kiko. Meu nome Kiko.

Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

Okay, Pru, how many brothers

and sisters are you havin'?

Uh, only child.

Que?

-Sorry. Zero. Zero. None.

Zero?

Right.

-Ah. Only child.

Only child.

-Ah. Zero.

I'm havin' four brothers

and two sisters.

Wow. Big family.

-Big family.

Uma famlia grande.

-Famlia grande.

Hey, my man!

What's your name?

Alex. -Okay, Alex.

I'm love you, America!

I love you, Brazil!

Yeah! How many brothers

and sisters are you having?

No, it's how many brothers

and sisters do you have?

No, no, no, no, no. I'm havin'

four brothers and two sisters.

How many brothers and

sisters are you having?

Do you have- No-One.

-One?

One sister. Yeah.

Uh, Bea! Bea.

This is my sister, Bea.

-Hi!

And this is her friend, Amy.

Just beautiful.

-Kiko.

Thank you.

-E-Easy, Kiko.

Nice to meet you.

-Hi. How are you?

We're gonna go get a drink.

Yeah!

One more. Go!

Right!

Has everybody got one?

One! Two! Three! Cheers!

Yeah!

Oi!

Cachaa, baby!

Cheers!

Oh! That's disgusting! I love it!

Oh! Oh! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

My music!

My music!

You like dancing?

Yeah.

-Come here, girl.

Come on, Amy!

Yeah!

What, dance?

No, no, no.

Go on. Dance with her.

No, no, I'm not dancing.

No, no, no, it's not you. It's just

that I have these very European hips.

They have to stay parallel to

the floor at all times. -Huh?

Apart from when I'm naked.

I can't do that.

You're not gonna take no

for an answer, are you?

Go on!

Show her how it's done!

Look at him go!

Hi.

Yeah!

Hey. Where are you going?

Hey, my man!

My man!

Ol.

-Ol.

Uh, que seu nome?

Arolea.

-Areola?

Arolea!

Aroayla.

A ... ro ... lea.

Arolea.

Yes!

I get a kiss just for

saying your name?

Arolea.

Arolea.

This song is so nasty.

What are they saying?

I'm not getting it all,

but basically ...

it's a long list of explicit things

he likes to do in his car-

one being up the ass.

Do you wanna dance?

Yes.

-Come on. Let's dance.

Oh, yes!

Oh, it's like that, is it? Oh!

Yes. I want. Yeah. I like very much.

Oh, God!

Ah?

-Damn!

Yes. More.

All of it. All of it.

Oh! Yeah!

Take it all off. Yeah!

Mais?

-Oh!

Please.

Mais! Mais!

Oh, my God.

Oh, God bless Brazil.

Come on.

Yeah!

I love Brazil!

God, you really are an angel.

Wanna come back with me to London?

Oh, w-wait. No!

It's not like that!

assim. -But I thought

you liked me. No?

No.

Hey, Svend!

What a night!

Hey! Dude!

Bloody lightweight.

Bea!

Bea, get up!

Come on, get up. Get up.

Bea.

Come on, come on.

You okay?

-What?

You okay?

-No. I feel sick.

What happened?

They robbed us.

What?

-We got robbed.

By who?

-I don't know.

What did they take?

-Everything.

What do you mean, everything?

-I mean everything.

Our money, our credit cards,

our phones, our backpacks ...

our passports, everything.

Nana's ring.

-Yes, everything.

My earrings are gone.

How did they take my f***ing earrings?

I think that they drugged us. They must have

put something in our drinks last night.

Mom is gonna kill me. She told

me not to bring the ring, 'cause-

Bea.

That is a very small problem right now.

We have no money. We have no way out of here.

We'll be fine.

You think so?

-Yeah.

'Cause I'm not so sure.

Come on.

Hold on.

Hey!

No! No! No! No!

No.

No.

What?

What did she say?

Oh, God. She's saying

it's down here to the left.

The other guy said it's down here

to the right. So I have no idea.

Are you sure it's smart

going to the police?

Aren't they supposed to be worse

than the criminals? -Not all of them.

Come on. -Someone in this

town must know what's going on.

These kids are definitely in on it.

It's freaking me out.

God.

-What did he say?

Let's, uh-Let's just try up here-

this little house or something.

Are you sure we're going the right way?

-That's what he said.

I don't know.

Alex?

Where are you going?

What is it?

-The Swede's motorcycle.

Hello?

Ol!

Ol!

Hey! Hey!

Whose motorcycle is this?

Ask him who got-

Where'd they get this motorcycle?

That's Alex's hat.

That kid has Alex's hat.

Alex!

-Alex, he's got your hat.

Grab him! Quick!

Wait up, Liam!

-Just wanna talk to you!

Where'd you get that hat?

Come back here!

Wait! Sh*t!

Where'd he go?

-Don't know.

Come back here!

Now!

You wait till I f***ing catch you.

Now I've got you, you little sh*t.

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