02x01 - Episode 1

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TWO YEARS LATER

Go, go, go!

It should be open already, dammit.

Ten minutes!

Anything?

Not yet.

Nothing down there.

Keep going.

It's closing! Get out!

Come on, run! Get out!

No! Open up!

Open!

No, no, f*ck! Hey!

It's going down! Cast that tie off!

Open up! Open!

No, no! Open!

Open, open already!

No! No!

No!

Open, open already!

Open up!

No, dammit!

Open up!

OPERATION: BLACK TIDE

PENITENTIARY [GALICIA]

A MAN FROM VIGO, WINNER OF THE
NATIONAL AMATEUR BOXING CHAMPIONSHIP

Nando, we've got a problem.

There's less merch coming in.

What do you mean, less? How much less?

Anxo says they've lost
quite a lot of cargo.

That's how it is. We should be thankful.

If there's less coming in,
we'll charge more.

Yeah, there might be less coming in.

But I'm sure that they won't
cut their share outside.

Tell Anxo that the price
is staying the same.

Let them manage out there.

But they're not going to f*ck us
in here with their accounting.

You tell him all that.

A burst motorboat has been found
in Fofa, Nigrán.

We have to register the cargo.

It's over.

Calm down, let's be patient.

f*ck, Dani, don't you see?

No, I don't see. And I'm telling you,

the cargo needs to be checked.

Check whatever you want,
but this is as far as it goes.

Don't tell me to calm down
when the only thing we have found

in the last three years
is that shitbird, Nando

and we were lucky. Dani...

I'm done. This is over.

Ortiz...

Ortiz, wait!

Dani, we have nothing. They won!

AMAZON RIVER

You listen to me. It's us
taking the risks with the pickups,

and we will not get into any more debt
because of your bad logistics.

You mean the weekly shipment?

I mean the calculations
you've made to sink the cargo early, João.

It's not my job to sink cargo, Valdés.

And your men are not capable
of doing their part.

We won't pay for the lost bundles,
let that be clear.

It's not worth it, João.
And even more so

when it's your f*cking system
that plays against us.

I give you my word
that there will be no mistakes.

But do your part.

I don't want to hear any excuses.

If it's not worth for you,
the deal is off.

We're not going to stop, don't worry.

That's good to hear.

Besides, you got
most of the shipment, didn't you?

True, but I won't bear
the costs of the losses.

May I give you some advice, my friend?

Find someone capable of doing the job.

Done.

Okay.

Son of a b*tch!

Boss, we found the wh*re.

What f*cking wh*re?

The b*tch who sold us out, brother.

Very good.

Here's to wh*res!

- Wether the math works or not?
- We'll make it work.

People talk, Dad.

This is not the first time
that João's f*cking submarines

have sunk with the cargo.
We lose people, merch and dough.

Maybe you're not finding
the right people.

And if I find them,
what will you do with them?

Are you going to sell them out like Nando?

Now you're washing your hands like Pilate?

Pay attention to to the expiration date
on the boxes.

Or I'll get in trouble.

The old ones on top
and the new ones underneath.

It's not that hard.

Nando...

You have to get
all the tomato cans out of here.

There can't be any left.

Perfect.

f*ck...

Come on, it's less merchandise
but we're charging the same.

Hurry up, Nando.

f*ck, not again!

All good?

Everything alright.

The one who's not doing alright
is your friend. Keep an eye on him.

Who? Hector?

He'll end up sh**ting up rat poison.

And that's one inmate less for the count.
You have been warned.

Hey...

Be careful, it's not heroin.

Freeze, m*therf*cker.

You won't get your dose here.

Why not?

Where does it say that I can't buy here?
Where does it say so?

It doesn't.

I'm saying it.

And out of respect for Nando
you'd better leave now.

I don't want you here, as*h*le.

Who's missing?

Who do you think?

f*cking pride.

Pride or not, it's him who has to come.
Let that be clear.

What do you gain from that?

We have to eat, Nando.

Come on, Boza.

Do we deliver now?

I get the merch and on top of that
I have to worry about that as*h*le.

It's your uncle who gets the merch,
not you.

It doesn't have legs.

f*cking pride.

He hangs out with Muro.

As long as it's just boxing.

Since when does a Sinaloa
drug dealer need to know how to box?

Nando knows that if he betrays us
he stands to lose.

It's not Nando I'm worried about.

Sinaloa.

Sinaloa, Merino.

You're late, Nando

That's bad service, as*h*le.

You're slacking
and you're going to get fired.

If our beloved Angelito were present

he would have already prepared
your wake, f*gg*t.

I'm gonna have to talk to the boss.

Angelito, what shall we do
with this f*gg*t?

How right our Angelito was,
may he rest in peace.

Is that what they taught you?
To throw the merchandise around?

I made you more of a man.

You and your friend
only give me displeasure.

I'm not your f*cking mom.

Your share, Samu. Come on.

Let go!

Calm down.

That's respect, Nando.

Not what you have. A shitty delivery man.

Go, don't keep the elders waiting.

Step away!

f*gg*t!

Yeah, count it up.

You're not worth sh*t.

That's not enough.

Not enough?

I'm keeping what your f*gg*t
friend owes me.

We lend,
but we're not a m*therf*cking charity.

If you want the rest
stop by the bathrooms.

Your friend is apparently selling his a*s

to pay back what he owes me.

Come on, go away.

Move!

Don't touch me!

f*gg*t!

Move, you f*gg*t!

- m*therf*cker!
- f*gg*t!

Hector!

f*ck...

Hector!

Hey, look at me.

Get up!

Here...

Come with me.

Hector.

Leave...

Hector, you have to stop.
You're going to end up dead.

I keep on because
I can't get it out of my head.

And I can't get it out because I'm here.

Because of you.

I'm alone...

Alone, I have no one, Nando.

Not anymore...

Outside...

Outside.

Outside, Nando.

Outside.

How are you doing?

With the work at the commissary
and the boxing classes

the jail time is reduced.

I also help the staff
with the new prisoners.

So when the sentence is issued
it will all add up.

They'll even have to compensate me.
They'll apologize.

Forget about that.

You do your thing, stay clean.
And keep your head clear.

My head's in the right place, grandpa.
You know that.

How are you doing?

Like a bull, can't you see?

Listen...

That lawyer who is handling your case,
what did she say about the sentence?

- When is it going to be issued?
- Soon.

Before you realize it, I'll be back home
to drive you up the wall.

Don't even think about that.

Drive me up the wall again
and I'll hit you so hard

you'll end up a priest in a monastery.

I don't think they'll
take me as a priest, grandpa.

You leave that to me.

I'll show them your photo
of your first communion

dressed as a sailor boy
and I'm sure they'll go soft.

Jesus Christ, grandpa...
Burn it, for f*ck's sake.

You looked like a good boy.

I still do, don't I?

Look like a good boy.

Yes, but to look is not to be.

I'm getting out of here, grandpa.

I swear.

Everything's going to be fine.

What's up?

How are you doing?

Better now.

What's going on out there?

No clue.

They lost the shipment.

Think the worst.

That sucks.

How is your grandfather?
Has he come to see you?

My grandpa's fine.

He says he's fine,
but I don't believe him.

But he came to see you, man.

What's on your mind?

It's Hector, Walder.

It's Hector.

I don't know...

I don't know what to do.

Nando, you don't have to do anything.

Hector is not your responsibility.

He is.

He shouldn't be here.

I wouldn't say that.

Listen, Nando.
You only have one life.

Your days here are your responsibility.

I'm with you.
It's not going to be long now.

Today is the day you die.

But you have a choice.

It can be a slow and painful death.

- Who do you work for?
- No one.

Who do you work for?

The Americans...

For the DEA.

For the DEA...

What did you tell them?

I told them nothing!

Only about that Spaniard...

Nando.

Yes...

Nando... what else did you tell them?

Then we left.

You left?

Look at me.

I'll find your wh*re friend.

And I'll rip her guts out.

No...

k*ll this wh*re slowly.

No, please! No!

Help!

You took a gamble with the elders
and your uncle.

Galicia is dead.
Move to Mexico, my brother.

No, güey, you're a f*cking little wh*re
at your uncle's service.

Put your guards up, for f*ck's sake!

Come on, up!

I'm putting them up, m*therf*cker.

Stop with this bullshit
that you're not going to deliver.

Whatever comes my way,
I already paid, okay?

Alright, Nandito.

Alright.

But once you're in here,
you have to see beyond

these four f*cking walls, m*therf*cker.

What do you see?

Money, my brother.

A big pile of money!

Where are you going, you b*stard?

I was just warming up.

Only when I leave, not before.

Everything is heard here,
and as long as I'm here...

Merino, Boza and your uncle.

The holy trinity of the
blessed Virgin of Cocaine!

How was it?

Is he tempted?

These kind of things go slowly, Cujo.

Little by little.

The cargo isn't moving from Lisbon, man.

But Sinaloa can move.

Every week three, so that they rotate.
Do the math: twelve.

And we pay well. Let it be known.

What's the problem?
What's with the head shaking?

What does it matter what you pay?
The boys take a big risk.

People talk.

Well, let them talk, damn it.
Let them talk!

Double for each transport.

Is it still hard?

We'll do our best.

Do more.

Do more.

Who said you could pay more?

Was it my father?

Go away.

Go!

The Provincial Court of Pontevedra
has released the verdict

for the investigation
of the drug-submarine,

with jail sentences of eleven years
for the three crew members.

Also, the three detainees are sentenced

to pay fines of 300 million euros.

Of the four implicated,
one received a lesser sentence

of seven years for collaboration on land.

The statement of proven facts conforms

to the prosecution's accusation.
It reconstructs chronologically...

...jail sentences of eleven years
for the three crew members.

Also, the three detainees are sentenced
to pay fines of 300 million euros.

Of the four implicated,
one received a lesser sentence

of seven years for collaboration on land.

The statement of proven facts conforms...

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You look like good people
and I know you would never

allow yourselves to be corrupted

but a main way for the smuggling
of ill*gal substances into prison

with which you would make a good profit,
now with your salary frozen

are women. Specifically,
certain well-lubricated cavities

that could be used to store

and to which there is no access
in a pat-down due to the right to privacy.

So, male visitors, Coira?
Don't they count?

Darling, do not underestimate
your capacity for assimilation

when you need it.

She's clean. Come in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning!

Nando, you were not caught
in the submarine,

but Walder and Angelito
were arrested coming out of the water.

And four days later you're caught
with a wetsuit on.

And that detective
had already seen you in the Azores.

If you add to that everything
the Colombian has said about you,

that's that.
I don't know what you expected.

To meet that detective.
It's her word against mine.

Focus on what I'm telling you, dammit.

I didn't get caught landing
with the two of them.

It's eleven f*cking years!

Eleven!

It won't work, Nando.

We can appeal,
but you have to be on good behavior

and get your high school diploma.
Because nine years...

No nine, no ten, not f*cking one!

All I did was to survive.

And that's what I'm doing here every day.

So move your a*s and appeal.

Because I know things, Coira. Many.

Knowing too much won't help you, Nando.

What will?

Knowing just enough
and saying just enough.

That's what helps, Nando.

FOR THE DEA

What's this?

A gift from the past. From the DEA.

You won't like it.

The two infiltrators
who managed to get in there.

The DEA won't help us anymore.

They have problems at home.

They're not interested in the drugs
coming into Europe.

They don't care.

They are going to focus on a substance
that's hitting hard: fentanyl.

Ortiz... without you, without Spain,
without the United States...

Dani, what more do you need?

There's nowhere to go.
What more do you want?

You know what I want?

People who don't give up.

That's what I want.

PROVINCIAL COURTHOUSE. GALICIA.

Hello, excuse me!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Do you know what happened in Brazil?

Yes.

Are you going to let it stay like that?
What are you going to do?

That's not the question.
The question is, what you can offer

now that you've been left alone.
Because I know you've been left alone.

That's right, I have nothing.

But Galicia continues
to be the gateway to Europe.

I know.

Do you understand Spanish?

Yes, I do.

Okay, perfect.
I understand Portuguese too.

Do you know why you've got nothing?
Because you all think

that drug trafficking
is something circumstantial.

A door that can simply be closed,
but it's not like that.

This is an endemic struggle.

And you've been working
from the outside for two years.

Never from within.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

That's why everyone quits.
Like your partner Carmo.

That's the problem,
you have no one on the inside.

Think about it.

Where are you, man?

To train better this way I'd be better off
beating inmates up in the yard.

Come on, come on!

Where are you, man?

Where the hell are you?

I'm not the one who should be here.

Like everyone else, m*therf*cker.
Me neither, no sh*t.

I'm sure you can ask around here
and everyone will tell you too.

Look, man.

It's not my problem.

But no matter how many years
you spend in here,

you don't have to live
under the shadow of Merino,

of Boza and your uncle.

You say you work for yourself,
but it's not true, dipshit.

You're still making money with cocaine,
and that's the past.

Like Merino, like Boza and your uncle.

You're worth more than all of them.

This sentence you're trying to avoid.
Yes, it's time.

But it's also time
to change the merchandise

here in Spain and throughout Europe, man.

It's eleven years, Muro.

Eleven f*cking years.

Look, man.

Fentanyl.

What about the container?

Filled to the top, brother.

Wait for that sentence.

Since you're going to stay
for a little while,

let's change this prison.
Not into a f*cking supermarket,

but into an entryway.
And we'll see how it does.

Yes, m*therf*cker.

Why don't you call your little cousin?

A good f*ck with her would do you good
to bring out the little lion in you.

You need it.

What about Merino,

Boza, Colombia and all that sh*t?

Tell me.

If she comes,
they will eventually find out.

Well, let them find out. Right?

If there's anything I learned from history
is that when a king dies,

a new one takes his place.

You're wrong about me.

I'm not a m*rder*r.

Who said anything about murdering?
Don't you watch the news?

Not all coups have to be bloody.

Nowadays the plotters do them
dressed in a suit.

Smelling nice and well mannered.

Think about it, brother.

Good morning!

Hi!

Please.

The judge will not accept this.

How do you know? Are you the judge?

No. Then stick to your work, I'll do mine.

I want it in duplicate,
stamped and certified, please.

Thank you.

Lawyer.

Your Honor.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I just received
a case in second instance.

You're going to appeal
Fernando Barreira's sentence.

Are you surprised?

I'm surprised, yes.

I'm appealing because I believe
that the case was not handled properly.

You know there is no chance
of your case succeeding.

I don't see it that way.

I think Barreira has been judged better

by the media than in this room.

Do you want the judge
in the first instance to recuse?

I don't think it will help much.

But that judge likes to hunt

and Barreira is not a trophy
to hang on his wall.

We do not hunt here, counselor,
we dispense justice.

Of course.

You are civil servants who do their job.

I'm a lawyer and charge a lot of money
to do my job even better.

And your job is to be a puppet
at the command of a boss.

Explain to your client
that his situation is complicated.

Let him assume it and think about
what is best for him from now on.

- Here you go.
- Agreed?

Thank you.

Good day.

Bye.

Do you trust her?

I've got no choice anymore, grandpa.

You can always change lawyers.

And start from scratch?

No.

- She knows her way around...
- How?

The way your uncle and your cousin do?

They know their way around, they're free.

But you...

Look where you are, Nando. f*ck!

I got in here, I can get out again.

When, Nando?

f*ck!

Muro, visitor.

What's up, Santi?

How are you?

Cat got your tongue?

Not a single word
after so many kilometers?

This place is in the end of the world, f*ck.

- The family already knows...
- No, make no mistake.

I'm not your messenger boy.

The only thing you're going to tell me
is the container number.

And where to find it.

It's not nice to steal from those
who fed you, Santi.

We only want what is ours,

and if you don't want to give it
to us the easy way...

we'll have to take it the hard way.

And believe me...

you won't like it, Santi.

Well, look, man, I think I'll like it.

I really do, as*h*le.

You know why?

Because I haven't stolen anything,
I haven't screwed anyone.

But my people turned their backs on me
as soon as I got here.

And now they have the nerve to ask me

to tell you where the cargo is,
the one that I myself brought here,

while your lot only had eyes
for the gringos?

This is Europe, m*therf*cker!

Mexico may be yours, but I rule in here.

Now be on your f*cking way
and tell the people who sent you here,

the ones who sold me out,
who are paying you...

that nobody...

Nobody is going to find
that f*cking container as long as I live.

So...

What do we do now, Carlos Miranda?

Take care, Santi.

Godspeed, m*therf*cker.

Nando!

What's wrong?

It's Hector.

Who was it?

Who was it? Who was it?

Son of a b*tch, you're dead!

Let me go! You b*stard!

Stop!

Let go of me, f*ck!

You're making a mistake, boy.

Debt k*lled this f*gg*t, not me.

What's all this fuss?
Less ba*ls and more brain.

It was him.

He k*lled him. Can't you f*cking see?

Let go of me!

The only thing clear here
is that no junkie deserves a w*r.

Calm the f*ck down!

Go away!

Go!

Listen to the elderly.

They've reached old age for a reason, man.

Come on, relax. Come on.

Can you imagine if I cast it
and win the lottery?

You win it every week, don't you?

Do you have the boys?

You just worry
about the pilot flying far enough.

'NOITPO NA TON SI GNINWORD'

Let me make it clear, friend.

None of my people
touched the f*gg*t, okay?

Don't let the death of a junkie
f*ck up our business.

Be smart.

I don't give a sh*t what you think,
I'm not going to lose any dough.

Is that clear?

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS SERIES,

EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE,
ARE FICTIONAL.

THIS PRODUCTION
WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE

WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE GUARDIA CIVIL.