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AMAZON RIVER

Can I have some water?

We're almost there.

I'm dying of thirst.

Don't die on us, dummy, or we'll be killed too.

Give him some water.

You can take off the blindfolds now.

You want some water too?

- Me? - Of course you, idiot.

Don't choke on us, man. All right, take it easy.

- My name is Silvio. - I’m Nando.

- But everyone calls me Angelito. - I’m Sergio.

Of course it's you, asshole.

Can you imagine if we brought in a DEA agent, or a banker?

João would kill us, he would beat us senseless.

OPERATION: BLACK TIDE

PORTO. MARITIME ANALYSIS AND OPERATIONS CENTRE

Welcome to the new facilities. How are you doing?

- Cool. - Cool.

We cross referenced Tavares' numbers with the calls he made in recent weeks.

The day he traveled to Manaus he called a prepaid phone several times.

We traced the calls and discovered that Tavares' caller

was in a villa whose owner is Gema Valdes.

She is 33 years old, studies business, speaks three languages

and is the only daughter of...

Octavio Valdes, alias Scrap Man.

Although we have not been able to gather evidence against him,

we know that he is one of the mob kingpins

of the Arousa estuary.

And you think Tavares was going to Brazil to find a sub for this Valdes guy.

Tavares was a boat pilot who knew the Galician coast perfectly well.

And according to the DEA, narco-submarines are manufactured

in that area of the Amazon, so... one plus one.

But why did he back out at the last minute?

Well, I don't know.

But if he didn’t travel...

They must have sent someone else, of course.

Bingo! Data Analysis has reviewed the names

of the passengers who traveled to Manaus

in the last weeks from Madrid and Lisbon: Fernando Barreira Valdés.

Is he related to...?

Nephew and cousin respectively. And he traveled without a return ticket.

One plus one...

Gentlemen, we have arrived.

Come on.

Good morning, welcome.

My Spanish is not good, sorry.

But you are Galician, I am sure you speak Portuguese very well.

And you understand it too. My pleasure, João.

- Nando, nice to meet you. - Sergio, a pleasure.

- Pleased to meet you. - He’s Portuguese.

Yes, Sergio.

Portuguese, Galician and Brazilian. We’re all brothers.

- And Colombians. - And Colombians, obviously.

I want to apologize for the way you were brought here.

It's ok.

Well... about the luggage, don't worry. I've already figured it out.

The trip is going to be long and you're going to need your clothes.

Very well. When do we leave?

Relax.

Don't be impatient. I'm still working out some issues with Che.

Che, that's his name.

That's what I called him, "Che".

Che, man. Don't you know who Che is?

Che... come with me.

- The boat. - Yes, yes...

It's hidden in the trees because of the gringo police.

The helicopters... there's always some son of a bitch

from the DEA who wants to get a medal.

Impressive.

Meet Che.

It’s made of fiberglass, resin and wood.

20 meters long and 7 centimeters thick.

Nine months of hard work.

Hard work.

A marvel, don't you think?

It's alright.

Walder... please, I want you to meet the Galicians.

Yes, sir.

This is Walder. He’ll tell you all of Che’s secrets.

- Pleased to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

A pleasure.

And what speed does Che reach?

Eight knots average speed.

That's 4,000 miles of Atlantic Ocean.

It should take you about three weeks.

Three weeks?

My friend...

I know three weeks can seem like an eternity in there.

But trust me. Don't think about that.

Think about the money you're going to make, which is a lot.

Time to rest. Take them with you.

Come with me, I’ll show you where you’re going to stay.

- Walder. - Sir.

I need everything ready and error-free.

Rest assured, everything will be ready tomorrow, sir.

This is where you’ll be staying.

The presidential suite.

I left your things there and you have two machetes here.

In case a snake, a spider, anything slithers inside.

Okay?

Don't worry, it's easier to die in a shootout with the militia

than from a bug here.

Relax. It's all good.

It's all good.

It's all good.

Thanks.

What the fuck did we get ourselves into, man?

Will you keep it down?

How the hell are we going to cross the ocean in that pile of junk?

Lower your fucking voice. And calm down.

- You’re telling me to calm down? - I’m telling you to calm down.

Nando, you've sailed as long as I have.

You know perfectly well what it's like to get into a storm

or have a breakdown in the middle of the sea.

Do you think that that piece of shit is going to make 6,000 kilometres?

We are going to make it happen. We are.

It's a homemade submarine made of fiberglass and resin,

for fuck's sake! Can't you see that?

It's a coffin.

It's a fucking floating coffin.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here, brother.

Where the fuck do you want to go?

We're in the middle of the fucking jungle.

There are armed people out there.

We’ll escape at dawn. There must be a town nearby.

We call a cab, go to Manaus.

And from Manaus back on home, that's it. Right?

Sergio, we can't go back home.

If we don't do this job we can never go back, do you understand?

Hey... we're going to fucking make it.

We’re fucking awesome! Are we not?

We’re fucking awesome! Are we not?

Yes...

- Let’s do it then, damn. - Let’s do it.

CONTRACT OF SALE

Yes?

Grandpa, it's me.

Nando, where are you? I've been calling you for days.

It’s alright, I'm out of the country. A sudden work issue

and I didn’t have time to let you know.

Hey, are you okay?

Yes, all good. Everything’s fine. No, it's just that...

I'm going to be out of reception and I may not call you for a few weeks,

so don't worry.

Listen... as soon as I get back we'll go fishing,

I'm looking forward to it.

Yeah...

Grandpa, I have to hang up.

Take care of yourself.

He’s a former Spanish amateur middleweight champion.

He has a sailing license. His only property is a heavy bike

and he has no apparent relationship with drug trafficking.

Except for traveling to Manaus with a friend from the Valdes clan,

of which he is a close relative.

Yes... except for that, yeah.

What's the problem?

I don't know, there’s something odd in all of this.

Valdés has a reputation for caution. And he sends a relative to Brazil?

He may have had no other choice.

Tavares failed and they had to find someone else fast,

so as not to lose the cargo. That’s worth millions of euros.

That's it.

- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon!

I don't know what you’re selling, but whatever it is, I won’t buy it.

And if you are Jehovah's people, find someplace else to talk to God.

We’re not Jehovah's Witnesses and we’re not here to sell anything.

We simply wanted to ask you a few questions.

What's wrong? Is it Nando? What kind of trouble is he in?

We know that you received a call from Brazil.

It was him, wasn't it?

Is Nando in Brazil?

Didn't he tell you?

- What’s she saying? - If it was him.

Well... he told me he was away on business,

but... he didn't say anything else.

He wouldn't happen to tell you then when he’s coming back either.

Nando is a man of few words.

Look... we’re convinced that your grandson

is involved in drug trafficking. Something serious.

You may be able to help him.

You know what? Nando is an adult.

If he’s got into any trouble, let him deal with it on his own.

Goodbye.

Gentlemen, the boss is preparing a welcome meal for you.

For you to taste.

Are you rested?

Yes.

Well... "Picadinho", do you know it?

It’s a very tasty meat.

Please try it.

Taste it.

It's good.

What is it?

Alligator meat. Here in the Amazon we have alligators.

Crocodile.

No, alligator.

- Alligator. - Alligator.

Angelito, a drink for the guests, please.

Yes, sir.

Have you recovered from the shock?

All good.

I know the idea of crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a submersible

filled with gasoline and cocaine hydrochloride

may sound crazy.

But I'm a businessman.

I wouldn't gamble if I thought it couldn’t work out.

Please...

let's eat.

Come with me.

I've been building these machines for years, folks.

I learned from the Russians.

The Russians are the best engineers around,

but they fall apart in the heat here. Don't they, Walder?

You can say that again.

Tomorrow, as soon as the Colombians arrive with the cocaine,

you can go home. To the Colombians!

To the Colombians.

Which of the two is the boxer?

I love boxing, I'm passionate about it. Do you know Alvarez?

- The Mexican? - Yes, Mexican.

He's the fucking boss.

He's fighting next week in Las Vegas against Sergey!

I'd love to go to the fight... But unfortunately I can't.

There have been some problems and I can't enter the United States.

Fuck...

Fucking gringos.

This is for the fight, sir.

Check this out...

I can't go to Vegas but Vegas can come to me.

How about a boxing match tonight?

- Me? - Yes.

Against whom?

Do you box?

We’ll see.

Just one round. Just one.

I'm very curious to know what you're capable of.

And I have a little gift too.

A thousand dollars to whoever wins.

Let's go for it.

Boxing match tonight!

It's ok.

Come on.

One round, whoever goes down loses.

I want a clean fight, do you understand?

Understood.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Now fight!

Look at him! Look at him!

That's right!

Come on!

Come on, Colombian, for fuck's sake!

Kill him, dammit!

We have a champion!

Look who's coming.

We don't know anything. And whatever he says, don't argue.

Anton, long time no see!

- Good morning, may I come in? - Come in.

What the hell brings you here, Anton?

Would you like something to drink? Coffee or liquor?

No, thank you. I just want to know where my grandson is.

I saw him about a month ago in Vigo.

He was out with his friends and I didn’t see him again.

Hey, Gema, don't take me for an idiot, will you?

I know Nando is dealing with you. Where did you send the kid?

When is he coming back?

Who the fuck do you think you are to come here and talk to us like this?

We don't know anything. Really, Anton.

He's piloting a boat for you guys, right? Sure... that's it.

Anton, your grandson is an adult, isn't he?

Well, if he’s trying to make a living away from here,

it might be because he doesn't wan to end up a deadbeat like his grandfather.

Yes. I’m a deadbeat, I know that.

But it’s better to be a deadbeat than working for the motherfuckers

who make our kids end up in jail.

I say again: We don't know anything.

Now, if you don't mind, leave. We have a lot of work to do.

Don't worry. I'll ask around and see if anyone knows anything.

This is your doing, isn't it?

Of course... this is your doing.

I know Nando wouldn't go near your father even if he was crazy.

But you... you've always been a slut.

What did you say?

Don't ever disrespect my daughter or I'll kill you.

Do you hear me? I'll kill you!

Dad, that's enough. That's enough!

Nando is my cousin, and I would never do anything to hurt him. I swear to you.

Yeah. Swear it.

If he‘s come to see Valdés, he knows that his grandson is working for him.

But we still don't know if he has set sail already.

We have to ask Big Brother for help.

Here it is, folks, welcome to Che. Let's go in, shall we?

Little space, but you'll get used to it. You'll see.

Well, pay attention. Control panel.

You can rest assured, João studied Naval Engineering.

Engine temperature, oil level, speed,

fuel level, throttle lever, okay?

And a "Ritchie" compass.

This is very important.

What's that lever for?

Good question. It’s the dive lever.

The submarine can dive a few meters for a few seconds.

What is the top speed?

The submarine’s speed is eight knots.

In case of a storm, you need to increase it.

But not for long.

If the fuel runs out... you're screwed.

What if the engine breaks down?

If the engine breaks down you have a toolbox.

There you have some spare parts in case some real shit happens.

This sucks.

Three weeks locked up in here. Just us. Just the two of us.

Angelito is going with you.

Colombians always send a guard.

Just to make sure the goods get to the right place.

Ah, pay attention: Here’s one valve and here’s another.

They must be opened if everything goes wrong.

And with the goods you'll have to do that too, okay?

The sub is going to fill up with water, sink and disappear.

Okay?

Any questions?

No.

Then let’s move. The goods are about to arrive.

Come on, get a move on.

My friend Mao!

João!

Who’s that?

It's Mao.

He used to work with the paramilitaries and now he's on his own.

Sir... everything’s fine.

I'm glad to hear it.

Come, let me introduce you.

Our Galician friends.

Nando is Galician, our pilot.

A pleasure.

And Sergio, our Portuguese mechanic.

- My pleasure. - Nice to meet you.

Mao, I need to leave tomorrow.

We have a delivery date. Hurry up. Come on.

Sir...

A drink? Let's celebrate.

Yes.

You’ve intercepted several submarines in the Caribbean,

but we haven’t located any in Europe.

And Carmo Gutierres wants to stay ahead of the Narcos

and stop them before they try.

Well, you know I’m very competitive, Jake.

I know, I know.

We know that a few days ago two Galicians arrived in Manaus.

And we believe that they may have been commissioned

to pilot one of these vessels.

We have people working for us in Manaus.

I’ll try to get a hold of them and see what we can find out.

Thank you. Any information will be of great help.

There’s only one condition. You have to give us credit.

Thanks to the viable information obtained by the DEA, etcetera, etcetera.

Done, we’ll throw you a party.

I’ll send you a couple of bottles of Galician wine.

You know it’s so much better than the Portuguese.

No, it’s not. Thank you so much, Jake.

- Have a nice day. - You too.

Bye.

You're right.

We're not getting anywhere in that thing.

It would be a fucking miracle if those engines

could last 6,000 kilometers

with three tons of coke and 20 tons of fuel.

We're screwed.

Galicians.

Smarten up, man. We’ve got visitors.

Come on...

Boss.

Guys!

Here you have them.

I had a small party organized to say goodbye.

I invited some friends.

Shall we dance?

Now, choose.

And have a good time, motherfucker.

Found you!

I love Galicia, I love it.

I trust Galicians very much.

Good.

And I’d love it... I’d love it to visit Galicia...

but I can't go.

I am also banned from entering Europe.

To Europe. A toast to Europe.

You are Portuguese but I like you.

And that's why I'm going to introduce you to the two best women

in the Amazon. Come with me.

Come on, guys.

Party!

Girls...

please come and meet my Galician friends.

I want them to be very happy, cheerful...

because they are traveling tomorrow, okay?

Take care of them, okay?

Hi, handsome. Shall we dance?

Would you like to dance?

No, I'm fine.

Then let’s have a drink.

A drink? So, should we go there?

Let’s go.

So you are Galicians.

From Vigo.

And you're leaving tomorrow?

It looks like it.

So, cheers.

A toast.

Where are you from?

I’m from the only city around here, Boa Vista.

Boa Vista...

is it close?

It's not too far or too close, a two-hour drive.

Two hours... ah, well.

Is it up north?

To the south.

Ah, to the south. Good, good.

Did you come in that van?

It was a little tight, but... We’re celebrating.

A toast.

What?

We’re leaving. Come on, let's go. Wake up, dammit.

Come on, come on.

Get the machete, come on.

Wait, wait. Stop, man. Where are we going?

In this direction there’s a town called Boa Vista.

We’ll arrive in about two hours.

There we can take a cab or steal a car and go to Manaus.

But you said we can't go home.

We’ll get on the first flight to the United States.

And that’ll be it, Sergio. That's where we start from scratch.

That's right, we'll set up our own business.

And we'll get rich.

Like the conquerors of old, what do you think?

- Let’s do this. - What do you think?

- Let’s fucking do this! - Let’s fucking do this!

Come on, damn it.

I want them both alive.

Yes, sir, I’ll bring them to you.

You go to the river, the rest of you with me to the cars now.

Let's go, dammit!

Hold on, man.

Step on it!

Is it them?

Where are they? Have you found them?

Have you seen them?

We almost got them!

We're close, faggot. We've got to get them now.

Son of a bitch! Step on it, faggot!

Come on, Sergio!

Come on, dammit!

There they are, there they are!

Stop, stop!

Freeze, assholes!

Drop it, drop it!

Gato, with him.

Miguel, with him.

Let's go, let's go.

Okay, okay.

What did you say? That you were going to escape?

Son of a bitch.

Quick.

I brought you two assholes.

I thought the Galicians were serious.

That they could be trusted.

You can, sir, I swear.

I apologize, we were afraid.

We were afraid.

We saw the submarine and we were scared shitless.

We panicked. We saw the submarine...

Don't take this the wrong way, but it won’t last three weeks at sea.

You’re going to lose three men, you’re going to lose the cargo,

you are going to lose everything.

I told you that I ‘d already built other submarines, didn't I?

I did.

I also said that other people had already done this trip.

But not like this... not across the Atlantic.

Was it the same as this one? Then I'm sorry, we didn't understand.

It doesn't matter, forget it. We can set sail now.

We’ll climb into the submarine and leave.

You can trust us. Sir, João...

We’re wasting time. Let's get in there and set sail now.

We're in and we're out.

Trust us. Mr. João...

Are you going to trust them?

We should shoot them and throw their bodies to the alligators.

Why shoot us? I'm a businessman.

Where could you get a pilot and a mechanic now?

We're about to leave. We get in there and we set sail right now.

Exactly.

You're right.

Where am I going to get a pilot that knows that region so well?

- There isn't one. - There isn't one.

No... you're right.

I need you.

I need you very much.

Very much.

But not your friend.

No, no!

Bring the Galician.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Didn't you hear me? Come on.

Come on, man.

- It's going to be fine. - Sure.

Angelito. Your things, you can take them now.

Most importantly, the satellite phone.

I’ll send you the coordinates.

Yes, sir.

- Walder! - Yes, sir.

Hurry up.

You’re going with them.

I can't, sir. My family...

Yes you can.

And you're going to get $100,000.

Half I’ll give your wife and half when you get back.

Yes, sir.

Boss, the gringos, dammit!

What’s wrong?

The gringos! A gringo helicopter!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Galician, you faggot!

Go, go, go! Negro, faggot, run!

Galician son of a bitch!

Quick!

They're fucking shooting at us!

Come on, negro! Come on, start it up!

Come on, come on!

Speed this shit up.

Come on, man!

Come on now, step on it!

Come on, faggot!

Step on it, come on, let's go. They're fucking shooting at us!

Message from Big Brother:

"A submarine has just left Boa Vista. The pilot is Galician".

We have to go back to HQ to report. I'm going to request

- a sea-land-air operation. - We will also mobilize our team.

Carmo, we’ll catch them.

INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS