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I'll take the cargo.

Go, man!

Special Unit, Isaac!

Fucking hold them here!

-Fuck! -Isaac, let's get the fuck out of here.

We gotta hold them until the truck leaves.

Fuck!

-Isaac, they're armed to the teeth. -Hold them!

Shit!

They're really close!

Son of a bitch!

Free-for-all! Move!

Go! Let's go!

Grenade!

Fall back!

They're gonna flee! Move the vehicles to the rear. Copy?

Get down!

They're coming from behind! They're gonna surround us!

-Take this, asshole! -Down!

-Forget the car. The feds will get it. -Freeze!

Fuck!

Goddamn Special Unit.

We're on Highway 262. Do you copy?

Good. Go.

CRIMINAL CODE

EPISODE 8 KING OF THE BORDER

CORUMBÁ, MS BOLIVIA/BRAZIL BORDER

-The number you have dialed… -Shit.

Guilherme won't answer! Go this way!

Fuck, that one has a chain!

Fuck it! Go!

God dammit!

Fucking go!

There was a chain. There was.

Guilherme, you said I could talk to you from up there!

I'm at a farm. I'll send you the coordinates.

Fucking handle it, okay?

Fucking A.

Fuck!

Well?

-How do you want to handle this? -What do you think?

Go!

Not a cloud in the sky! Good for flying.

How was your trip?

Fuck you, playboy.

What the fuck?

What's up?

You're kidding, right?

Take your phone chips out so the pigs don't track us.

Good idea.

Hey, Isaac.

Isaac, Gabriel would be happy as hell today, man.

Go fuck yourself, kid!

You think if I needed to talk, I'd choose you?

-Fuck off. -Who would you choose?

-Who would you choose if not me? -You're playing.

Don't fucking test me.

Got it, but I'm the one fixing your problem.

I'll have to do it. Make the Ghosts disappear.

Let's go.

Fuck off, man.

MIRANDA, MS 1,341 KM FROM THE PORT OF SANTOS

Are you scared, man?

No way.

I've got more problems than there are drugs back there.

I haven't done this in a long time.

I came up as a transporter.

One more drug charge won't kill me.

You'll only die

if this cargo doesn't get there.

Close it up.

-To land here, it must be a… -Twin-engine, single-engine, right?

Something of that size.

Yeah, guys.

A plane isn't an Uber. It doesn't appear randomly.

If Isaac made arrangements here, he communicated with the pilot

or some regional base.

We could triangulate the cell phone antennae.

Benício, let's do one more area sweep.

Talk to the farm owners, all the employees.

Suellen, get the call list from the phone companies.

RIBAS DO RIO PARDO, MS 940 KM FROM THE PORT OF SANTOS

Attention, police in 500 meters.

Fuck, they're surrounding us.

Here's the deal, man.

We'll take this right. We'll go through.

Got it. Let's go.

Fucking hole, man. Shit!

We popped a tire. We popped a fucking tire.

-Keep going. -This truck only has one axle.

I don't care. Push it to the limit.

We gotta pull over. It's shaking too much.

Look, someone's coming.

Fuck. The cops.

Hi, officers. Just a flat tire.

-Put your hands up. -Just a flat.

-And get off the ground, sir. Hands. -We're just changing a tire.

-It's fine. -Where are your papers?

In the truck seat.

-Yeah? What are you carrying? -It's chill.

Pereira,

open the back.

Sir.

A word.

This is a deserted area, right?

But you don't know what could be hiding, watching you right now.

I'll summarize.

You didn't approach us.

Didn't open the back.

You went home.

To your wives.

To your kids.

And slept in heavenly peace, right?

I need to know what you have in the back.

You're not listening.

If you open the back, you discover it.

If you discover it, there won't be much peace.

So you're going back to the road,

and you'll announce on the radio that it's all good.

Because everything that's happening,

the truck, me, my friend,

it's all very big, you understand?

And if you get into this, they'll swallow you up.

What's up?

The farmers' phone numbers.

Great.

-You can eliminate them from the list. -Okay.

Assuming no one from the farm is involved.

We can still start filtering the calls. There aren't many numbers.

-Is it working? -Yeah, it's working.

Guys, these two numbers must be his.

He contacted a number. Based on the ping, it was in West São Paulo.

A short enough trip for a twin-engine to do.

Hang on, guys. His cell phone is moving.

What? We lost the signal.

Look at this.

If they left Corumbá

and are passing the border between Mato Grosso and São Paulo…

Pretty much around here.

-The shortest path between two points-- -Is a straight line.

Then…

-Santos. -Let's go.

-Let's catch these bastards. -Yeah.

THE PORT OF SANTOS LARGEST PORT IN LATIN AMERICA

Cabeça, we're at our destination.

Look at the size of this place.

I'm sending you the address the Paraguayan DA shared with us.

Their investigation found some warehouse here in Santos

supposedly linked to the Ambassador.

Okay.

Douglas, listen.

Check the federal police's investigation database here.

I need to know who's deep into international trafficking here.

I need to talk to them.

How are you?

-Badass, huh? -How are you?

Badass, Lobo.

-Hey. Hey, Cabeça. -Hey.

How's this going down?

Who are you, bro?

Just a partner, man.

I don't remember being your partner.

-With what I have, you won't regret it. -Chill out. Wait.

He's my partner. He talks too much.

He's my partner. Don't worry.

So, what's the deal, Cabeça?

The deal with the Italian is to get the goods onto the ship.

After that, we get paid, and it's his problem.

He has his own crew, partner.

He wants to work with his people.

All we have to do is get the drugs on the boat.

All right. How do you plan to do that?

You know how to fish?

You can keep working, okay? Thanks.

I'm Chief Vendramin from the feds in Foz.

Fuck. You'll slow down my operation.

No.

I talked to your chief.

I made sure we had a solid enough cover.

Do you know how long I've been on this investigation?

Three years undercover in the port. One and a half years before that.

I get it. I really need your help.

Okay. What do you want?

Everything you know about the recent cocaine smuggling plans used in the port.

You think this is the place Vendramin mentioned?

Yeah, this is it.

Yeah.

Looks like no one has touched it since the Ambassador died.

Do we have bolt cutters?

Yeah, we do.

Of all your qualities, I appreciate your subtlety the most, Benício.

I'm like this warehouse.

Empty, dusty, and dirty.

You've had some hard times.

But it'll pass. You're strong.

-What do you think is in this warehouse? -I wish it was a tied-up Soulless.

But I'm serious. It'll pass.

Are you a Buddhist now, Benício?

I just want a little peace, Suellen.

Well,

the Ambassador isn't exactly the type of guy who

exports melons, is he?

What did you find, Rambo?

There's no cocaine.

But the Ambassador's melons are really sweet.

Yeah, Vendramin?

I'm going to the control center

to add the photo of the Ghosts and see what happens.

Did the guy say anything?

Not much, but maybe enough.

Some guys, like the Ambassador, use the technique of stuffing cocaine--

In fruit.

Yeah, that.

-Like melons. -Melons.

Exactly.

But it's harder logistically.

We're going to the warehouse office

to see if we find anything, and I'll call you if we do.

Okay. Keep me posted.

This reminds me of us in Mato Grosso.

Us

looking for the prison records to catch Soulless, remember?

Yeah, that's true.

That stupid job was similar.

Back then, I was the grumpy one.

There wasn't a killer after me back then.

What I'm trying to say is that, I think, in a way,

we're always rifling through things.

We spend more time together than with family,

a boyfriend, a girlfriend.

I don't know. We're always rifling through other people's stuff and ours.

We're cops, Benício. There's work to do, man.

Hang on.

This is the contract for the fruit exports. Look.

The buyer is a company in Antwerp in Belgium.

So what do we have here?

A warehouse in Santos tied to the Ambassador,

and the buyer is a company in one of the world's largest ports,

where most of Europe's drugs go.

Shit, Benício. Look at the shipping date.

Let me see.

Shit. It's today.

He was gonna send the melons tonight?

Yeah, that's what the contract says.

It seems like he was going to put the cocaine in the melons.

But now Isaac has the cocaine.

Isaac doesn't have the fruit scheme.

They're gonna send it tonight, but another way.

Okay, I'm gonna call more agents and forensics too.

Go through the papers and the melons.

Once backup arrives, go back to the docks.

-Find which ships are going to Antwerp. -Yes, ma'am.

We'll have to stay alert. Things could happen at any moment.

-Okay. -Thanks.

Let's go!

-Welcome, Chief. -Thanks.

There are 584 cameras across the city.

If he shows up, we'll get him.

-Great. -Do you have the photo?

Here.

Zoom in.

Here.

This was this morning.

-Can you get that store's address? -Of course.

Get it for me.

The guy came in here and left with a ton of bags.

-Probably the biggest sale of your life. -I don't know.

I didn't help him.

-Hello? Is everything okay? -Hi.

They want to know who helped the guy who came in earlier and bought a lot.

-Guy? -This man here.

Yeah, that was me.

A really nice guy.

-What do you need to know? -Everything.

What he bought and how he paid. Anything you say will help us.

I'm sending you the list of boats leaving Santos today

that will pass or dock in Antwerp. Look out for it.

It's only three boats?

Only these three will dock in Antwerp. Hang on.

Yeah, Saldanha?

Hey, boss.

Lobo was at a bag store here.

He bought pretty much everything.

He said it was for an orphanage.

Yeah.

These guys are not getting those drugs on that ship.

I agree.

You know what they'll do, don't you?

-They're gonna fish it out. -They're gonna lift it.

You're right.

-We need to find out which boat. -Ma'am.

The Paraguayan cops have info linking the Ambassador to Greco, right?

-That Italian wanted by Interpol? -Yeah.

There are two ships that will pass Italy before going to Antwerp.

Each leaving a different dock.

Isaac is controlling. Detail-oriented.

-This can't happen without him nearby. -We're gonna get this asshole.

We can't miss this chance. We'll check both ships.

Okay, we're gonna run to the port now.

On the low, man. On the low.

That's right.

It's time, man.

Here.

Fuck! Shit!

Up!

One of the ships is leaving soon.

There's no time to get the maritime police boat.

You're right.

We'll have to improvise.

Federal police!

I need you to take us across.

Thanks.

We can watch the ship without calling attention from this boat.

If they're there, right? They might not even be in Santos.

What about faith in our work?

The Buddhist version of you is annoying.

Come on, man.

Here's the deal.

If they have a speedboat, this thing won't keep up.

You know that, right?

Yeah, then we'll go after them on land.

Done!

Five fucking minutes.

Leave nothing behind. Go!

Is that the last one?

-Move it. -Let's go.

Hell fucking yeah!

We got it all up there!

It worked out!

That's fucking right. That's right!

Fuck! It's them.

Benício.

Soulless is driving.

The thugs are approaching via the canal.

They left from North Dock. They must have loaded the ship.

They're in a 30- or 40-foot black-and-white speedboat.

We're tailing them.

Do not approach. We need backup here.

Affirmative. We'll head over there.

We actually work well together.

Fuck! There's a spot open in the gang.

Fuck you, Isaac.

They stopped the boat.

-Let me pass. -Okay. Pay attention.

It's yours.

If we lose these guys, we're fucked.

-I'll go. -Go. You're clear.

Go.

Fuck, Lobo! It was badass! Fuck.

-Cover me. I'm going to the other side. -I got you.

There are three of them. Go.

They're facing away. Go!

-How's it going? -Nice to meet you.

Federal police!

On the right.

On the left.

Fuck.

Go! Fucking go!

-I'm here! -Careful!

I'm advancing! Cover me!

Fuck!

-You're done! Quiet! -You're done. Drop it.

Let me see your hands. Don't move!

-I'm going after Soulless. -Wait for backup!

Fuck, Benício!

Remember me, asshole?

You're the bitch who killed my brother!

Shit. Goddamn it!

-Let's go. -Fuck, Lobo!

Get up. Let's go.

-Fuck that! -Let's go, man!

-It's gonna be full of cops here soon. -That's the bitch who killed Gabriel!

Then let's fucking go.

Suellen, Benício, do you hear me? We found the ship.

Show your face, bitch! I promise I won't go after your daughter!

What's her name? Ayhu, right?

You whore!

Suellen, do you copy?

Lobo!

Fuck.

Fuck!

You son of a bitch! Coward!

Son of a bitch!

You're going back to hell, you son of a bitch.

In this world or the next.

I am.

But I'll only go

when he wants me to.

Him.

Why do you do this, you piece of shit? Why?

It's not why, man.

It's for who.

I already caught you once.

And I'll catch you as many times as I have to.

But today, I'm not going to jail, man.

"Leave

room for God's wrath,

for it is written:

Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."

"Overcome evil with good."

Deliver…

Deliver it to my son.

Deliver it…

to my son.

Son.

He doesn't seem as big now that he's dead, does he?

Maybe he was only that big in my head.

Are you relieved?

Honestly?

You left me there with Isaac.

Drugs apprehended. We're ending our search. Over.

Suellen.

We're gonna have to write a report of everything that happened here.

I know, Chief.

We know.

Chief, the federal police seized a massive amount.

What do you have to say?

Well, we seized two tons of cocaine in this operation

that was leaving Latin America's largest port.

Look at him, all dressed up.

He didn't even get his feet dirty, and now he's giving interviews.

That should be us.

For the federal police, this is a historic confiscation.

But more than that,

it's a message to all the criminal organizations

running million-real operations here, leaving violence in their wake.

And the message is clear.

The federal police were ahead this time

and won't rest until everyone responsible is found.

Without arresting the bosses, isn't this an exercise in futility?

This is the result of long and arduous work

by the Foz do Iguaçu Federal Police.

It's not an exercise in futility, but a dismantling

of transnational trafficking logistical networks.

Hi, Dad. This is a photo of the view from my room.

It's really cold right now in the Netherlands.

I'm glad you're enjoying your new job.

Send more photos of the dog.

Ready for work, Shiva? Ready?

That's my girl. Find it.

Look.

CALABRIA SOUTHERN ITALY

I asked you for two tons, and I have zero.

God fucking damn it.

The feds were after your men.

I can absorb the loss

if you agree to three more shipments with me, end-to-end.

From Bolivia to whatever European port you want.

You don't have that capacity.

You can look for another supplier,

but with this quantity on this route,

buona ventura.

Deal.

You cover my loss.

And the thief? The Ghost?

-Nice house, playboy. -You like it?

Welcome, partner.

Ghosts don't exist, bro.

And the border? Is everything all right?

The border?

The border is dominated, bro.

Subtitle translation by: Adrian Minckley