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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS. BUT STAY AWAY FROM STORMS AND REEFS.

THIS WAY, YOU'LL NEVER RUN AGROUND. ANTÓN.

Champion of Spain.

Coach, champion of Spain.

Of Spain.

You're the champion of Spain.

Fuck yeah!

I may have put my heart and soul into the trainings

and my right hand may be granite. This jumper...

This jumper has brought me luck.

Fernando Barreira's jumper.

The best fucking featherweight this land has ever seen.

There's no one left. Five hours playing the fools.

Shut up and stay watchful, that's what you get paid for.

Are you kidding? We haven't seen a euro from that Mexican bitch.

- Let's go! - Shut your fucking mouth!

That's him! Over there!

- Who? Him? - Yeah! I'm sure!

Get him! Come on!

Hey, man...

What? Fuck!

Don't move, asshole!

He's not the one in the photo...

It's not him. Shit!

Come on, let's leave here. Let's go!

OPERACIÓN MAREA NEGRA (SILENT CARGO)

Ostentatious and empty

like you.

Your weapons.

I only have one.

No more.

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna kill me?

I should.

I'm dying to.

But you owe me a life.

And you can't pay for it dead.

Plus, there's something else.

Can't you see something different about me?

What do you mean?

I'm gonna have a child.

You promised me love and an empire.

I only want the latter.

My deepest condolences.

I don't understand why he did it.

I guess fear got the better of him.

He was a very brave man.

But he couldn't handle it.

The illness.

Illness?

Didn't he tell you?

My father had colon cancer.

He had one year at most.

That's why he was paroled.

He tried to hide it from us

so as not to make us suffer.

He finally decided to leave

without even saying goodbye to his family.

What the fuck is this shit about a jumper?

You had to bring him here. Not kill him, you idiot!

He resisted.

He resisted? He resisted? Don't fuck with me!

So, you shot him in the belly?

To stop resisting?

Doesn't anyone here know about karate or taekwondo? Fuck, Curtis!

These fucking bastards are starting to piss me off.

These assholes wouldn't recognize their own mothers

among a thousand bichtes. These idiots...

He talks too much.

Well, he's mad, I'm not going to lie.

He's not lacking in reasons.

It's not just that I failed him, I almost got him mixed up in my shit.

Well...

It's nothing that can't be fixed by telling him what you're telling me now.

Of course,

batting your eyes too.

What do you mean?

He's got a crush on you. That's the gossip in headquarters.

No...

Fuck, excuse me.

Yes.

Okay, well...

I'll be there in two hours.

Alright, bye.

- I have to go. - Okay.

The divers have located two submersibles in the Vigo estuary.

It's taken them the whole night to get them afloat.

It seems that the sons of bitches are sending them in pairs.

See you around, okay?

No, wait. What did you say?

That the divers have been working all night.

No, before that.

That they found two submergibles?

Yes, why?

Fuck...

Yes.

Carmo is dirty.

Molina has just told me that they found two submersibles

in the Vigo estuary. - I know. So?

Do you remember the morning Carmo called us to order?

Carmo spoke of two submersibles.

I remember it perfectly.

Yeah, so what?

And... well, no one knew there was two until a moment ago.

Except her.

Can't you see it?

Let me guess.

You don't have a single piece of evidence but you are sure of it.

I'm right, am I not?

Listen.

Whether you are or not, it wouldn't hurt to watch her closely.

I'm not going to watch anybody closel, Dani.

I shouldn't even talk to you. You're suspended

and I'm violating the code of conduct.

The fucking code of conduct is too rigid!

Sometimes you need to bend.

You know what you need? I'll tell you:

You need to realize that you're out.

Realize that your fucking gut feelings and your fucking pride

have ruined your career and almost ruined mine as well.

You won't let anyone help you, you trust no one.

And I'm tired already, Dani.

This is over. It's over.

Tell Molina that this better be the last time she talks to you about work.

It's an order.

Maybe you should have started by apologizing.

And Andrade?

No. No, no, no.

What are you going to do?

I have a lot of time on my hands.

I told you he wouldn't pick up.

It's always him who calls.

Then we wait

"Relax.

We eat it raw and then we watch how they cook it at the next table".

What a disappointment the Japanese was. Even so, Merino goes

and blurts out with his Galician accent: "I thought it was a bit hard".

Son of a bitch!

He was a great son of a bitch.

Now let's drink one from my country.

Pour in.

A bit raw.

- To Celso Merino. - Cheers.

Damn, that's strong.

I have requested parole, Anxo.

Merino was right, our time has passed.

Did you know he was very sick?

He only had a few months left,

that's why he met with his lawyer so often.

I gave the order to kill him, I know.

But that's only half of my torment.

The other half is not having the balls to kill myself.

And if I don't do it, someone has to pay for my friend's death.

And it was you who turned me against him.

"No possible mistake", Anxo. "No possible mistake."

Hello, second lieutenant.

You probably don't want to to pick up the phone,

so I'm sending you a voice message.

Plus, I don't think this violates the code of conduct.

Seriously now.

This voice note is not to apologize to you.

Not because you don't deserve it, but because...

Even someone as selfish as me knows that this isn't how these things are done.

This voice note is just

for you to give me the go-ahead

to ask you in person.

Whenever you want.

That's all I ask,

a moment of your time.

The moment I've never had for you.

I would love it if we could have a beer together and...

try to tell you to your face that I am

infinitely indebted to you.

What did you do to your hand?

Or was it someone else?

A token?

A token from someone who loved you?

I also keep a token from someone who loves me.

Very much.

Look.

A child and a bullet.

Life and death in the same body. What do you think?

You could have died, but you didn't.

Maybe things happen for a reason, right?

You're a philosopher now? Fuck me.

Strange circumstances surround the tragic death of Juanín Seija

in the vicinity of the pavilion where he had just won

the Spanish amateur featherweight championship.

According to the first police inquiries...

My jumper. Fuck!

The young man may have been the victim of an assault...

Maybe things happen for a reason, right?

Bitch.

Be careful, make it tonight.

Diosdado,

it's me.

Diosdado, it's been a while.

I understand the urgency now.

It's good to see you, Gema.

The last news I heard about you was not exactly good.

I come...

I'm here to get our deal back on track.

What do you think?

I'm not one to oppose

this new

Valdés-Barreira brand.

Besides, family businesses are the backbone of Galicia, aren't they?

As long as my conditions remain the same.

But there's something that worries me, Gema.

Tell me.

It's something I can see in your eyes.

I can see the anger.

And anger, Gema,

is not good for doing business.

What the fuck?

There he is!

An agreement hundred percent as you requested.

Hundred percent.

What's wrong?

Did you think I wouldn't come here unarmed?

Is that it?

You got it right.

Relax.

Calm down.

Lucas.

Nice to meet you.

A pleasure.

Sir?

I put a locator on the gun.

I hope you don't mind.

Engineer's stuff.

I didn't really know how to introduce myself

or when to.

But from your movements, I assumed you'd come here

to finally find the man with no name.

Straightforward,

no middlemen, no errand boy,

no fuss,

no noise.

America and Europe.

Muro.

I want you to see.

Thanks for the glasses.

These are antibiotics. Take one every eight hours, okay?

We don't want to be left without...

Well, without... what's it called?

- Ransom, pendejo. - That's right, ransom.

And where's Gema Valdés in this new offer of yours?

No middlemen.

An offer you can't refuse.

You are the holy saint of the joke, Murat.

Nobody pays a ransom for a sack of shit.

What's more,

you know what Doña Camila will say, asshole?

Go ahead, kill that pendejo.

Send him to Mictlán, so I can save on tickets for my hitmen.

Shut up and take this.

Do you know what I think, Sarmento?

Europe and America

are different worlds

that do business because they have no other choice.

Indeed, if Europe is falling into decadence

it's partly because of this unnatural relationship.

These pills are expired, asshole.

I'm sure they could fix the syphilis I caught in Tijuana...

How to make America understand

the meaning of giving

one's word?

What are we, Sarmento,

if our word is worthless?

Chaos.

Chaos and barbarism.

And our rules...

There must be rules.

We would lose what little dignity we have left.

So, with great regret,

I must decline your offer.

I hate romantics.

Murat?

"Never belittle your enemy's culture".

Idiot.

Hello, Dani.

Nando...

have you ever killed somebody this way?

Where did you think I would take you?

To Ali Baba's cave?

I know you're a mole.

You know I'm a mole?

In cold blood?

No.

What else do you know?

This time it's not a hunch, I have evidence.

You can't control everything, Carmo.

You just kill out of anger, I know.

You know why?

Because to kill in cold blood...

it takes...

Dani, you've never been a good liar.

Let's go.

Go.

We must stop.

We have to stop here, now.

Let's go, Gema.

The three of us

Let's go.

And you know what else?

You're too loud.

Which three?

I had him for five months...

feeling him grow inside me.

And he decided all by himself that...

That the world didn't need another Barreira.

If you know someone who can help you, Fernando,

you can hurry up.

Always this fucking anger.

This voice note is just

for you to give me the go-ahead

to ask you in person.

Whenever you want.

That's all I ask,

a moment of your time.

The moment I've never had for you.

I would love it if we could have a beer together and...

try to tell you to your face that I am

infinitely indebted to you.

Molina, it's very late.

Excuse me, second lieutenant, but you are altering the scene of a crime.

This time it's not a hunch, I have evidence.

You can't control everything, Carmo.

You've never been a good liar.

And you know what else?

You're too loud.

This was the last place where I felt...

like someone real.

The only time...

I ever felt like that.

People were shouting "Barreira"

over and over again.

They couldn't believe that I had knocked down the champion.

Until then...

When I received your message

my first impulse was to take this knife, because...

I wanted to kill you with my own hands.

They beat me to it, eh, Nando?

I lied to you.

It was me who decided to end your boxing career. I lied to you.

You were not too old for the European championship.

In fact, you would have won.

You would have won.

You would have become a pro and then gone up to the top.

And there, my friend, the problems would have started.

You would have ended up doping...

taking bribes, whatever it took, because that's who you are.

Do you want to know the funniest thing, the most hilarious thing about it all?

During all these years I was consumed by...

The thought that you got into cocaine.

because I took boxing away from you. But that's not true.

No, Nando.

I now know that, whatever the decision was,

you would have ended up the same way, self-destroying.

Destroying everything, because you're a son of a bitch,

Fernando Barreira.

Your grandfather could never...

He could never see it, your grandfather.

You ruined my life.

You ruined everybody's life.

Everybody...

I knew it, I knew it.

I knew it.

Nando, I'm sorry there's no one here to see your end.

Little Julia!

What's up, mamacita? How you doing?

How about you and me find a quiet place?

This will be the last little favor I ask of you, believe me.

Come on!

Here.

Muro.

Muro!

Muro!

Muro!

Where are you going?

What are we doing here?

Fuck, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Muro...

Come on, I need to take you to the hospital.

Fuck...

Muro!

Don't you worry. I already forgave you.

This has nothing to do with you, my queen.

Surely in another life, well...

we could have shared a little house.

Muro, come back here, please

I need you to...

To record a video.

What?

With your cell phone.

Come on.

Are you recording?

- Now? - I'm fucking recording.

I'm recording.

Nando...

brother in sin.

I'll see you again. I promise you, you cabrón.

Quetzalcóatl,

devour the filth of my dishonor

and turn it into the light of a new being.

Here and now begins my journey to Mictlán.

One hour ago Fernando Barreira was found dead.

If you come for that, I had already been informed.

Or is there something else?

There is clear evidence that links you directly

to the death of Daniela Fonseca.

If that proof is so clear,

why are you the one who comes here and not the other way around?

Because I find it too hard to believe.

I don't think so.

I think you're doing this

because you're afraid

that if I go down,

I might tarnish your reputation or even drag you down with me.

We both know one thing.

There is no incontrovertible proof.

There are always mistakes.

And the important thing here, Andrade,

rather than the evidence

is how we build the story.

In the story I see there's a martyr,

a Portuguese agent, fallen in combat

and there's a culprit.

A dangerous Galician drug trafficker.

No one will defend Barreira.

Nor will he defend himself.

As for me,

I can move away from the spotlight, I can disappear

and keep a low profile.

That story is not enough for me.

I imagine there would be no problem if the Guardia Civil

found part of the cargo from Brazil.

It's just a matter of looking more closely.

The reward for cooperation.

This is very hard for me.

Because in addition to being an excellent police officer, Daniela, Dani,

was also a friend.

Daniela was the personification of tenacity,

effort and dedication.

Daniela Pereira Fonseca exemplified like no other

the cooperation in the fight against global crime.

A joint work between two brotherly countries

that has fostered trust and smoothness in police relations.

That's why I'm honored to to award posthumously

the honorary medal for police merit

to agent Daniela...

Pereira...

Fonseca.

Dear Dani...

I want you to know that I'm not going to stop until justice is done.

Because a State governed by the rule of law

such as Portugal and Spain cannot allow

violence to impose its narrative.

Our sons and daughters deserve a better world.

A world that is free from the scourge of drug trafficking.

And the fact is that, much like the Hydra, drug trafficking is a monster

that for every head that is cut off, two more are born.

"One day we will cut off all the heads, Dani used to say.

As an adopted Galician who felt

she was confident that the day would come when no one would be able to link

our sea to drug boats and drug submarines,

restoring a heart it should never have lost.

The essence of an honest and hard-working people

always linked to a sea full of treasures.

Hello, how are you?

That looks delicious.

Hey, Talavera, what do you really know

about submersibles?

Well, I know more about the people who build them.

ALL THE CHARACTERS 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.