03x05 - Episode 5

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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.

f*ck 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 f*cking 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 b*tch.

- Let's go!
- Shut your f*cking mouth!

That's him! Over there!

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

Get him! Come on!

Hey, man...

What? f*ck!

Don't move, as*h*le!

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

It's not him. sh*t!

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 k*ll 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 f*ck is this sh*t
about a jumper?

You had to bring him here.
Not k*ll him, you idiot!

He resisted.

He resisted?
He resisted? Don't f*ck with me!

So, you shot him in the belly?

To stop resisting?

Doesn't anyone here know
about karate or taekwondo? f*ck, Curtis!

These f*cking b*stards
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 sh*t.

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...

f*ck, 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 b*tches
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?

f*ck...

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 f*cking 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 f*cking gut feelings
and your f*cking 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 b*tch!

He was a great son of a b*tch.

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 k*ll him, I know.

But that's only half of my torment.

The other half is not having
the ba*ls to k*ll 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 b*llet.

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?
f*ck 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. f*ck!

The young man may have been the victim
of an as*ault...

Maybe things happen for a reason, right?

b*tch.

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 f*ck?

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 g*n.

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 sh*t.

What's more,

you know what Doña Camila will say,
as*h*le?

Go ahead, k*ll 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, as*h*le.

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 k*lled 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 k*ll out of anger, I know.

You know why?

Because to k*ll 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 f*cking 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 k*ll 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 b*tch,

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?

f*ck, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Muro...

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

f*ck...

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 f*cking 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.