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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 fucking port.

We need the names of the bastards 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.

Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 100 meters further,

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 fucked up real bad.

I need to get out of this shit.

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.

Bitch!

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... Fuck!

Shit!

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!

Fuck me!

They're poachers, they played us.

Bitch!

Fuck!

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 bastard.

What a son of a bitch.

Well...

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

Kill him.

No possible mistake.

Another day alive, motherfucker.

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 fucking fishing boats,

ports, shipyards...

Son of a bitch.

What are you idiots doing?

What are you doing? Is that how you search?

Not even the Nazis taught you to work.

Shoot, Mussolini.

Come on!

Speak to me in Spanish, motherfuckers.

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.

Fuck!

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 fucking pride.

It was your fucking 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 shit. 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?

Fucking 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 bomb.

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 fucking leaving.

You want me to stay with this asshole who may want to fuck me today

and put a gun 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 fuck 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 bitch.

He doesn't have the balls to do it himself.

Fucking traitor.

Anxo.

Take care of my people, okay?

Okay.

And...

Take care of my people.

Merino killed himself!

Merino killed himself!

Merino killed 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 fucking 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.