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You the head and me the balls.

Remember?

Speak.

I broke our agreement.

But you know I had my reasons.

You would have done the same in my situation.

Fentanyl.

Just the word alone makes me horny.

Negotiations with China are already underway.

The cargo would come through Peru.

We only need a submersible

to bring it to Europe.

And that's where you come in.

When they showed me the identification of that so-called Portuguese lawyer,

I instantly knew it was you.

I thought, "No...

it's got to be a bad joke."

That's why I came all this way.

To see for myself,

close and personal.

Why did you come, Nando?

Why do you want to give me yet another reason to kill you?

Tell that to the guy whose ass you wipe.

If you change your mind

I' ll stay only one more day in Porto.

Just so you know.

Get out of my sight.

No.

Get out of this planet.

Get out of the fucking world.

Because killing you is still the number one priority on my list.

Open up.

OPERACIÓN MAREA NEGRA (SILENT CARGO)

Turn it off or I'll turn you off.

What's that?

Turn the fucking music off or I'll turn you off.

- Why so fast, man? - Fuck!

Turn back, cabron! Turn back!

Motherfucker!

Motherfuckers! Fuck you, motherfuckers!

Calm down! Calm down!

Barreira enters the police station ready to turn himself in.

He sees a photo of the submersible that he himself piloted from the Amazon River,

something clicks in his head and he turns back.

It's crystal clear.

You say Barreira is back in Brazil?

No, I don't think so.

But he could have done it easily under a false identity.

I don't understand where you're going, Dani.

He doesn't need to cross the pond to contact Sarmento.

What does Sarmento have to do with this?

Sarmento is the number one man in drug submarines,

he is currently being held in Porto.

Porto is a three-hour drive away.

You are talking about an impossible marriage.

Sarmento is in jail because Barreira gave us his name.

In this business, money is king.

And money makes the impossible possible.

Who is to say that a new Galicia-Brazil isn't being forged

to smuggle fentanyl in by submarine?

That is pure speculation.

A police investigation cannot be based on a hunch.

Better to follow a hunch than not moving at all.

Okay...

We lose nothing by asking Porto

to keep us posted on Sarmento's visits.

All right, I'll talk to Portugal.

How are you doing? How's that leg?

Very good. Much better.

I'm almost done.

I'm fit for a marathon.

Gema, we need to talk about that.

I know you don't want to listen to me, but I need you to, I really do.

In your condition and with all the complications of the diagnosis

it's very complicated to move forward.

Seriously.

My medical recommendation is that...

you consider terminating it as soon as possible.

That's not going to happen.

I'm going to take that risk.

This is the only thing that is different.

It's the only thing that is different.

Coira and Spain are no longer a problem. That's the good news.

Without a corpse there can be no transfer order.

Don't tease me, Talavera.

If that's the good news is because there is a bad one.

What is it?

Speak up. What's the bad news?

The Brazilian government has been quick to request your extradition, João.

Are you still there?

Yes.

I want you to ask for a visitation.

Now.

Barreira?

The son of a bitch who got you in here?

He has already shown that he has balls.

He'll take care of the inside and I'll manage the outside.

Him the inside and me the outside.

What do I have to do?

Yes? I have just been confirmed

the visitation for tomorrow.

As soon as I talk to him I'll give you the news.

May it be good news.

SEARCH DESTINATION.

Not knowing the destination is a bad thing.

I hope it's clear to you.

What do you want?

You are going to get João Sarmento out of jail.

In case you are interested, your friend Merino

is currently chatting with his lawyer.

Second time this week.

Food for thought, huh?

What do you mean?

They're talking the judge up to get parole.

You know this judge doesn't give anything away.

Unless you offer him something.

It could be something mine,

something yours...

There's that guy from Aldán that you had disappear.

He just pointed the finger at him.

Has he talked about him lately?

Doesn't ring a bell.

- Say it. - But he could have named him.

If you have something to say, say it. What's up?

To the judges we are scum

except when we have something to offer.

And it could be that business or one of my own pranks.

Whose side would you take if things turned out differently?

Different how?

That and suicide are the same thing.

That's what João said too.

"I kill myself, Barreira kills himself". That's what he said.

You don't have to worry, Nando.

If you do what you have to everything will be fine.

He also said that the idea of meeting your client empty-handed

would be motivation enough.

If I do it and it turns out well,

who can assure me that I won't just get killed?

You overestimate yourself. Do you really think

João would set up all of this just to kill you?

It's pure mathematics.

His situation has changed and your offer sounds good to him.

That's all there is to it.

So, that's why I'm here.

You know that prefer the pen over the sword.

You pick up the tab, okay?

What's up, Pontes?

I'd rather you didn't say my last name.

THE CIRCLE OF DESTINIES

Do you know that Barbosa is being transferred?

I need that transfer much more than he does.

Two hundred fifty.

It's the missing page of this book.

Do you or don't you want to change your life, Pontes?

I have many friends in Brazil.

Many.

Turn off the lights!

Lucas Barbosa...

- Helder Costa, isn't it? - Exactly.

Five hundred.

Just to hear me out.

I'm all ears.

Inspection.

Wait outside.

Come on.

You do the next one, okay? That way we'll finish sooner.

Yes.

Everything in order.

Hey! What are you doing?

I'm looking for a boat.

Well, fuck! Are you Spanish?

I am too.

None for sale.

Fuck... None of these?

But you got lucky.

The boats you saw outside are perfect for sightseeing around the Cíes Islands.

But I guess Fernando Barreira is interested in other types of boats.

Seven meters long, three meters beam, 300 hp.

You think she's tiny but she's amazing.

- The only problem is that she has... - She has an owner.

Correct.

I could talk to the boss.

It usually takes about a month.

But we could have a replica in about 20 days.

The problem is... I need it by Tuesday.

Well, that is a problem.

Maybe you can rent it to me.

It's very risky.

Besides, if I get caught, I'll end up at the bottom of the river.

It's only four hours.

In four hours I can have everything done.

Okay?

Name your price.

Go on, name your price.

Ten thousand.

And another condition.

Whatever you want.

I'm going with you.

You do what you have to do and I'll bring it back.

It's very dangerous. It's not a drop offshore...

This is really dangerous.

Either I go with you or you look somewhere else.

Done.

By the way, my name is Andrea.

You already know my name.

Here it is, I think it's all there.

Let's see.

Business degree, you say?

Everything okay?

I'm surprised, you're no stranger.

Galicia is very small.

You'll have to show me the diploma.

I was never asked for it, I don't know where I have it.

So, it's like you don't have it.

Oh, I will also need the official recognition of disability.

It's in process.

You know, Gema,

I know someone who might be interested in your profile.

"Any past disagreement, we mark an X". Isn't that right, motherfucker?

What do you want, asshole?

What the fuck do you want?

Well, you'll find out later.

For the moment it's enough having you locked up in here.

What the hell is this stink?

Oh, it's not just piss, is it?

It's Carlitos Miranda's shit.

The prince of Guasave's shit. Fuck me!

I didn't smell it at first.

I didn't smell it. And you know why I didn't smell it?

Because I smell my own stench first.

Smell.

Smell your sins, son of a thousand bitches.

You can even suck on it, because it's not these viruses

- what's going to kill you. - Fuck your mother, cabrón!

Fuck you!

Muro!

Muro!

Come back here and face me if you have the balls!

Muro! Muro!

I thought it would tak you ten minutes to come and get me.

No...

No, no, no!

PRISON GUARD

Sarmento, there are two policemen who want to see you.

Something about a Spanish judge.

Are you going somewhere?

No.

I'm just tidying up my things.

Let's go.

Sarmento, come in and sit down.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Well, let's cut to the chase.

We know that a few days ago a certain Hélder Costa visited you,

a criminal lawyer.

Did you bring the money?

Ten thousand.

As I said: four hours. At 22:00 she has to be

back at the shipyard.

No problem. Don't worry, but...

I'm the pilot, you don't do anything.

Okay?

Okay?

Let's go.

The most curious thing is that your "official" lawyer

is Juan Cruz Talavera, with whom you personally met

after Costa's visit.

Right.

I like to hear different opinions.

Can you tell us something about Costa?

He seems to be a very good lawyer.

Elegant.

- Well dressed. - Are you joking?

Handsome.

What else can I...?

Excuse me.

I have to take the prisoner to get some vaccinations.

Now?

The doctor is about to leave. It's only five minutes.

Hurry up.

Health comes first.

Isn't the drop at sea?

Come on, quickly.

Come on.

- What's up. - How are you, Pontes?

All good.

Here he is, clean and showered for the transfer.

How are things in the Guarda prison?

A lot of offenders.

Sign here.

- All yours. - Correct.

Give your backpack to my colleague.

Enjoy, Pontes.

Fuck...

This way it'll take half an hour more.

Fucking hell.

Come on.

Back up! Back up, man!

Motherfucker.

Attention, headquarters!

Shit!

What's...?

Convoy under attack!

Fucking work!

Cover me.

We have to do something. Are you with me?

Get back!

Holy shit! What the fuck is that, Nando?

Fuck!

Get your fucking gun!

One, two... three.

Go!

Come on!

Fuck!

Go.

Time for a swim.

- What's going on? - Shut the fuck up already!

Hold this.

Come on.

Let's go!

Quick!

Faster!

Fuck!

Screw it.

Who's she?

You took care of the inside and I the outside.

That was the fucking agreement.

Your balls and my brain.

Your balls and my brain!

We're staying here, you can take her with you.

What if I didn't come? You would have fucking abandoned her.

The boat is here. I told you it wasn't a normal job.

I have to abandon her anyway, dammit!

The boat is marked, I'm marked, don't you fucking see?

And who the hell are you?

Kill her.

What?

João, what did you say?

One less pilot to look for.

Superintendent, I'm leaving.

A beer and then home.

Well, enjoy that beer.

See you tomorrow.

Yes.

What?

When?

What's going on? Where are you going?

The cell downstairs faces south. My bones will be grateful.

I didn't know you had bone problems.

And the southern cells are more humid.

Boza, how long have we known each other?

I don't know, do the math.

Thirty-one years.

In 31 years we've always been straight with each other.

What's the problem?

I don't have any problem.

Do you? Do you have a problem?

Anything I should be worried about?

No, no problem.

I thought so. That's good.

I'll be nearby, 50 meters away.

There's clearly background noise.

But I don't know how much.

Think what you like.

It's enough to sweep the floor from time to time,

but be careful not to stain the broom with oil.

Ah, the bathrooms, yes. Give them a once-over every two hours.

That's four times a day.

People come in a hurry after looking for a parking spot

- and they make a mess. - Excuse me.

Yes?

I signed a four-hour contract, but this is eight hours.

Don't worry, the other four will be paid the same.

- You understand. - No.

No?

When you get the disability we'll sign with the right contract.

And even better, to work at the sentry box.

Jorge's contract runs out in two months.

And unfortunately he's not disabled.

Honest life is hard, girl.

All good.

Try with a simulation software.

Try it.

Okay.

Yes, that's right.

The only weapon I have here is the one you're seeing.

Let's talk business, partner.

It's a good place to live, Nando.

Who'd have thought...

us two here,

almost naked.

Nothing to hide from each other.

We can build an empire with a natural alliance.

But an alliance that is not natural..

betrayal, bribery...

death.

That, my friend.

There comes a time when....

It's like that.

And what will happen to us?

The usual.

And what is the usual?

Do it.

Fucking do it.

Do it!

It's a gift.

A gift for you.

Nando,

you're going to need it.

Good evening, Mrs. Camila. Well, good afternoon to you.

Don't listen to him, ma'am. I swear I will not fail you again.

Talk to the Chinese and have them send another boat...

Forgive me for interrupting, Mrs. Camila,

but this way we won't be bothered.

Are you going to tell me already what happened over there?

Of course, ma'am.

This is a trial against my dear friend Carlitos Miranda.

Well, that's great, isn't it?

He's accused of allowing a whole shipment of pure fentanyl to be stolen.

Of betraying his former brother-in-law, Santiago Santaella.

And of not being able to kill Gema Valdés, the girl.

He is accused, in short, of not being up to the task

of handling the cartel's businesses in Europe, ma'am.

Or, said in mexica...

A replacement for this idiot is needed sooner rather than later

And to solve the issue, I offer myself willingly and loyally, ma'am.

Okay...

I know the whole gang thinks I don't deserve a second chance.

But you all know that it was never my intention to screw you.

You know I was only defending what's mine.

Because I'm a man with balls, ma'am. And as such

I now take my oath to you as a Mexica warrior.

I'll defend your interests to the end.

Yes, yes. You charlatan.

Now the verdict. I leave it in your hands, ma'am.

One must deal with the consequences.

Guilty or innocent.

Guilty or innocent, after presenting all the evidence

you have to deliver the verdict, ma'am.

Make it quick.

Heart in hand,

my Mexica blood speaking,

our oath is sealed, ma'am.

Expect to hear from me.

ALL THE CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS AND EVENTS OF THIS SERIES,

EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, ARE FICTIONAL.

ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REALITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

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WITHOUT THE COOPERATION OF THE GUARDIA CIVIL.