03x04 - Episode 4

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MANAOS, BRAZIL.

Why is it fentanyl or cocaine?

Why is it America or Europe?

After some time I've found out

that the right question to ask
is why not

fentanyl, cocaine, America and Europe.

Why not a bloody empire?

That's what I'll use my twins for.

Look at them both.

So pretty.

They're programmed to go

from point A to point B.

They're also
geopositioned by satellite.

If something unforeseen happens

we can change the route from here.

Do we have a point B?

We do.

Here.

Nice.

Bon voyage, little ones.

OPERACIÓN MAREA NEGRA
[SILENT CARGO]

That buyer appeared out of nowhere
and left the Chinese out of stock.

So get your act together,
and put your people

in every f*cking port.

We need the names of the b*stards
who are screwing us.

I just hope your gypsies
know how to track.

Don't you worry, Doña Camila.
These men are very good.

They could find
an eagle in the Quemado Valley.

Well, alright.

Have them watch the ships
coming from Manaus.

Oh, dear!

Did you say Manaos?

As you heard.

Our mole in Callao said that the fentanyl
went straight up the Amazon River.

Doña Camila, maybe we don't
have to go from port to port.

Maybe this substance travels in the belly
of a very small merchant ship

underwater.

Well then, you have a place to start.

I will start and end,

on my honor as a Mexica warrior.

f*cking little Nando...

Sea did not beat you.

Nobody expected João's escape,
but now it's different.

They know that sooner or later
a big shipment will arrive

and they'll be on the lookout.

So there's still time.

You have no f*cking clue.

Time to what?

To get away.

Did you know that I started working
with my old man when I was 16?

I learned the trade from him.

He started long before me.

He came to Spain only a child

and within a week
he was working in a shipyard.

Fifteen hours a day laminating boats.

Breathing the f*cking resin in.

At the age of 51
he was diagnosed with lung cancer.

He survived three months.

That, I have still time

to escape from.

I owe it to him.

I'd rather drown in the sea.

- Drowning is not the worst.
- I know.

But in the meantime
I'll breathe fresh air.

And with a bit of luck,
I'll be rich at 30.

I know why I want what I want,
Fernando Barreira.

You're willing to do
whatever it takes, don't you?

You can't stop me.

You know what, Andrea?

You're not going to pilot that boat.

These are just numbers.

They're not numbers, Dani, it's money.

An estimate of what we have spent
in the operation.

Not to mention the discomfort over
the overtime and denied leaves.

That can't be estimated.

So I'm not even going to consider
deploying patrols every ten kilometers.

Even with the risk of Barreira
vanishing again?

Even with the risk, yes.

It'll be a final blow for you
if the shipment gets in

and it turns out Barreira is responsible.

Look, Dani, I could tell you too

that the only solid thing
you've presented me with so far

is a bad photograph
of a guy who looks like Barreira.

- It was Barreira.
- We don't know,

and yet I've kept giving you support.

We're moving based on assumptions.

Sorry but no,
the operation stays as it is.

- That's my decision.
- And you're not going to say anything?

Actually, the decision belongs to both.

Do you want me to cheer you up?

Someone called with information
about an impending shipment from Brazil.

He left a phone number,
only wants to talk in person.

You tell Carmo, see what she says.

Anything I say
she doesn't care about.

So... wouldn't you
rather I didn't tell her?

You're Gema Valdés, right?

My little brother is locked up
in a mental institution

with his brain turned to mush
because of f*cking cocaine.

And now you're the cleaning lady?

If this turns out to be fake
who's going to pay for dinner?

Even if you were


I'd know it was you.
You stink of police.

Who are you?

On the night of August 1,
a large shipment will arrive

by submarine.
Two speedboats will meet them

and one of them will be
piloted by Fernando Barreira.

Wait, wait.

One question:

why should we trust you?

I have another:

why are you doing this?

The answer to the first question
is not in my hands,

it's up to you,
but the second one I can answer.

I was going to pilot the second boat
and at the last minute I was kicked out.

Now I'm just the girl
who readies the equipment.

Does that include Barreira's backpack?

It does.

Do you know
what a satellite phone is?

Yes, I've seen some.

What do you want?

This can't be just a tantrum.

Full immunity.

Two weeks ago I f*cked up real bad.

I need to get out of this sh*t.

Well, think about it.

You know how to find me.

Are we sure about this?

Not at all.

But what was it that
super Carmo said?

"Other threads".

She'll have to be convinced.

Andrade too.

Leave that to me.

PATROL BOAT SERVICE "RIAS LIMPAS".
AUTHORIZATION: SUPERINTENDENT DULCE CARMO.

Tell me, João.

How are you doing?

Alright.

In less than an hour
we'll reach the meeting point.

I hope so.

You sound worried. Are you all right?

A little uneasy.

What if they're waiting for us?

Galicia has 1500 km of coastline.

The probability that they find us
is ten percent.

If we are located, it's 100 percent.

Just make sure
your cargo arrives on time.

I'll take care of the rest.

Okay?

What did you put in Carmo's coffee
to give us the green light?

Don't underestimate
my ability for persuasion.

I'm a real charmer.

You are, superintendent.

- Captain De la Rosa.
- Good afternoon.

Daniela Fonseca.

And this is Second Lieutenant
Luis Novoa.

All right, shall we go on board?

What are we fishing today?

The best shellfish.

Andrea, get the backpacks.

Everything OK?

There it is.

Plot a course to this target.

Let's go.

All right, start the engines.

Hey, everything okay?

All good, see you at the drop.

Okay. Hey, you're going with her.

Is that the Arousa estuary?

It is.

Well played.

They probably won't want
to unload offshore

to avoid a patrol.

Come on. Good fishing!

The target is slowing down.

We have them.

AUTHORIZATION: SUPERINTENDENT DULCE CARMO.

b*tch!

Rías Limpas, command post.

It's headquarters,
there seems to be a problem

with the operation
They want to talk to you.

Tell them I'll call back.

- Novoa.- I don't want to talk to you.

Pass the radio to Fonseca.

Dani.

Dani, Carmo.

She only wants to talk to you.

Dani.

Dani.

What do you want?

What do I want? You know perfectly well.

Abort this operation now.

I can't do that, Carmo.

Barreira is about to go down.

Return immediately to the port.
That's an order!

Dani, did you hear me?

I'm not going to do it.

I won't.

Da... f*ck!

sh*t!

We continue the operation.
I assume complete responsibility.

João, do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

We're at the meeting point.
Here we are.

João, do you hear me?

Loud and clear.

First one sent.

There it is. There it is!

We're almost there.

Then let's stop. Stop.

Someone is coming.

Turn on the floodlight.

Stop, Guardia Civil!

Stop!

f*ck me!

They're poachers, they played us.

b*tch!

f*ck!

Come.

Hey, look here. Check it out.
- Wow!

- I told you!
- God!

The second one as well.

Oh, my God!

Let's go!
This won't unload by itself.

Did you hear about Merino?

He's getting parole.

I told you so.

I don't think he told them
where he has the dough.

No, that would leave
the family in the cold.

I'm sure...

He got it
because of that thing in Aldán.

Maybe he didn't tell them yet, but...

I'm sure he promised a confession,
the b*stard.

What a son of a b*tch.

Well...

I don't know, man, in a week
he'll be on the street and not us.

k*ll him.

No possible mistake.

Another day alive, m*therf*cker.

Are you ok?

Knock before you come in, idiot.

And now, may I speak to Mr. Muro?

What's up?

The boys have been asking around.

But no one knows anything
about a submarine or Barreiro.

Barreira, you idiot.

Barreira.
And what the hell do you mean with around?

When I said search,
I meant f*cking fishing boats,

ports, shipyards...

Son of a b*tch.

What are you idiots doing?

What are you doing?
Is that how you search?

Not even the Nazis taught you to work.

sh**t, Mussolini.

Come on!

Speak to me in Spanish,
m*therf*ckers.

Didn't they teach you any manners
at home or what?

Muro...

friend.

Understand this,

because until today
we haven't seen a single euro.

Money doesn't come for free, Curtis.

To earn it, you have to work.

Fernando Barreira was the last Galician
amateur featherweight

champion of Spain.
Let's hope that this Saturday

in this same place,
Juanín Seija will be able to return...

People never change.

Withholding information,

identity theft,

insubordination...

These are very serious crimes.

Not to mention the failure
this operation has been,

we looked like idiots
chasing a decoy

while two submersibles
entered two estuaries further south.

Several witnesses saw movement
of boats

in the Vigo estuary
while you were fishing for shrimp.

But it proves that I was right.

We just have to question
the fishermen and...

That's your concern? Being right?

I would be concerned about
the report for the higher-ups.

Novoa...

he didn't know a thing.

I lied to him too.

Well, that being the case you can leave.

You're dismissed.

You know that if I'd told you
what the informant said,

you would never have
authorized this operation.

Surely not.

I've been known to recognize
false information.

Well, Dani, for starters...

you are suspended from employment
and salary on a precautionary basis.

And pray that this does not keep
you away from service forever.

f*ck!

Why do you seem more interested
in screwing me than Barreira?

You said it yourself, there are witnesses.

We only need to question
the fishermen again,

put a little more pressure on them.

- Are you listening to me?
- I am, yes.

Your f*cking pride.

It was your f*cking pride
that brought Ortiz down.

He died because of you.

You're more than screwed.

No...

Hey, what are you doing?

I can't lose it, please.

Lose what?

I'm pregnant, call an ambulance.

Holy sh*t.
You were pregnant and didn't tell me?

- Call an ambulance!
- Don't yell at me.

It's my fault
for hiring people like you.

People like me?

f*cking scum.

Hey.

What?

How wonderful!

How I missed the money.

Hey, some of this is mine.

What?

A little bit.

A little bit.

This is for having zeroed out

the chance of getting caught.

You're a wonderful...

girl.

Well, some of the merit
belongs to the Galician.

I couldn'tbelieve it when he said:

"Andrea,
you're not going to pilot that boat".

Well, I'm going to put this away,
there are criminals around here.

Nando, Nando...

That girl... she's a b*mb.

Can you feel it?

Smell it.

Take a deep breath.

That's what the top smells like.

The smell of power. Of being up here.

We reach the whole world.

At the top...

nobody sees us.

Do you know why?

Because it's the best place in the world.

But it's small.

It is very small, Nando.

You have to be careful.

You have to be very careful.

You can't stay there by yourself.

There's always someone wanting
to come up and pull you down.

That's why, my friend...

that's why you have to be
to be crouched down,

alert

and silent.

Not draw any attention.

I'm going to get my things ready.

You didn't listen to a single
word, did you?

That's better.

What are you doing?

What am I doing? I'm f*cking leaving.

You want me to stay with this as*h*le
who may want to f*ck me today

and put a g*n
to my head tomorrow?

Nando, I'm not that stupid.

But keep a secret from me, will you?

Yes.

I prefer the haunted than psychopaths.

Take care.

Nando.

What are you going to do?

Get my life back.

Next.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. How can I help?

I'm here to report
the theft of my wallet.

Tell me your name.

Fernando...

Barreira.

Five minutes.

You shouldn't be here,
my head's on the line.

Nando.

This isn't an interrogation.

If it was, I would have given you
the option of calling a lawyer.

I just need you to help me
clarify a few things.

I'm all yours.

I would like you to explain
why your wallet

showed up in the cab
of a truck with fentanyl.

I was robbed.

I already said.

Why did it take you so long to report it?

I wanted to report it,
but I changed my mind.

What good would it do?

The police never do their job.

You can open it.

What about this photo?

I went to file a report, I told you.

You see a photograph of the submersible
that you yourself brought from Brazil

and you turn around.
You changed your mind.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about Porto.

Look at the second picture.

Who is it?

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

Of course.

It can only be that.

Attention.

You need your audience, don't you?

Spectators.

That's it, isn't it?

And you, Dani,

what the f*ck do you need?

I helped you.

What's your obsession with me?

What is this frustration
that you're projecting onto me?

Tell me.

Maybe I don't like to loose.

There's always a first time.

What do you want?

The Portuguese sends you, doesn't he?

Son of a b*tch.

He doesn't have the ba*ls
to do it himself.

f*cking traitor.

Anxo.

Take care of my people, okay?

Okay.

And...

Take care of my people.

Merino k*lled himself!

Merino k*lled himself!

Merino k*lled himself!

We need that style to be translated
by tomorrow

in winning the Spanish title.

But first, let's get to the promised
verbal combat

with his coach, Cesáreo Castro.

Cesáreo Castro, yes.

We are ready.
Each fighter to his corner

for the dialectical combat.

Juanín: a goal, a dream.

Winning the European Championship.

A dream and a goal, Cesáreo.

I have few dreams, I sleep little.

I'm a realist.

And now tell us, and this one is hard:

a typical quote of Cesáreo.

"Youth is wasted on the young."

He tells me every day.

Concentration.

Concentrate, little Nando.

Come on, show some rage.

Or do I have to abuse you
to wake up the lion?

And speaking of abusing: the next time
they call you "fatherless",

instead of throwing punches
like your life depends on it

you tell them that you have
the best grandfather

of the whole f*cking province
of Pontevedra, Nando.

What's up?

I didn't hit him
because he called me "parentless".

I hit him because he was older
and everybody was watching.

And you say you liked to be watched?

You were right, Grandpa.

In the end...

it's what you lost
that weighs on you.

Lucky for me
you still have heart left, cousin.

ALL THE CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS
AND EVENTS OF THIS SERIES,

EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE,
ARE FICTIONAL

ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REALITY
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

THIS PRODUCTION WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE

WITHOUT THE COOPERATION
OF THE GUARDIA CIVIL.