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He's coming out now.

Blue BMW, as before.

Got it.

-Eva, do you copy?
-Yes.

-Say something.
-Fix your car, asshole.

Why not something nice?

Here he comes.

Let's go. Stick close behind me.

Fucking car!

No trip to the brothel today.

He must be tired of that Russian chick.

Irina. Her name's Irina
and she's Ukrainian.

Irina. Right.

I see you did your homework.

"All in the line of duty."

He's going around again.
I'll have to turn off.

-You take over.
-Okay.

Take over. Now.

Okay, I'm going.

-He's headed to La Línea.
-Stick close to him.

He's being careful, maybe we'll get lucky.

Okay.

He's driving into Gibraltar.

-What now?
-Follow him.

CUSTOM
PASSPORT CONTROL

-Got your ID?
-What?

That's England,
it's out of our jurisdiction.

But we can do a little sightseeing.

I'll stay here.

I'll wait down there.

Pull over to that side
for a border security check.

Go through again.

I don't know what it could be.

Hurry, we can't keep him long.

Yes, I know.

There. All done.

T-M-O-U…

7, 0, 2, 6, 5,

6, 2, 3…

58-J3.

This is the one. Scan it.

-What do we do with the Englishman?
-Nothing.

We have a warrant.
We could ask for extradition.

For a Brit with no record
and who lives in England?

Because it is England.

We can't get him there and he knows it.

So we just let him screw us over?

Let's see what happens first.

It's clean, guys.

It can't be.

It is.

-What's on the invoice?
-Frozen fish.

-Three tons.
-We have to open it up.

The coke is inside.

What?

Sometimes things
don't show up on the scan.

And we have to pay for a container.

-Do you know how expensive fish is?
-Fuck.

Hold on a sec, hold on.

Come on, Vicente. We have the guy,

the recordings, the container…
What else do you want?

We've waited two years for this.

He must've found out.

Nobody else knew about it,
only you and me.

And I trust you.

You could at least say the same.

It was that bastard.

That fucking Englishman screwed us again.

Compi!

There's a blonde girl here to see you!

What's up, dude?

Come for a ride with me.

-I can't. I'm working.
-So am I.

I'm testing this thing out.

If I go, my uncle will kill me.

Hey, Antonio!

What are you doing?

Hang on, I'm talking!

Quit screwing around.
Get back here and do some work!

Compi, come on. Try this out with me.

Where are you going?

Look.

-What is it?
-A stone from Africa.

You went to Africa to get a stone?
You are nuts, dude.

This place was empty two years ago.

Now look at it: Germans, Swiss, Swedes…

-Every nutcase in Europe.
-But they've got plenty of dough.

Imagine how much money this guy makes.

What with the boards, the beers…

-The German guy has a good set-up.
-A fucking awesome set-up.

This was all here already,
that guy just saw the opportunity.

We should do the same.

Set up a bar here?

Fuck no, not here.

Remember that little beach
down off Punta Paloma road?

We could put a hippy beach bar
like this there, grungy but cool.

Grungy but cool?

Shitty looking, but with everything:

a place to watch the sun set,
nice cold beer,

hot babes hanging around all day long.

It's there, Niño.
If we don't do it, someone else will.

I think I only have 200 euros in the bank,

so it would be shitty for sure.

There's a lot of money
to be made around here.

You just have to want it.

Want what?

To earn it. You know what I mean.

Yeah, you express yourself so well.

-What are we doing here, Compi?
-Let me handle it, he's a cool guy.

That's him.

-Him? But he's an Arab.
-No, he's not.

Yeah he is!

He's Spanish. I saw his ID
when we did a line in a club.

They sneak over as kids.
After a while they become Spanish.

And did he do you in the ass?
I don't want hassle.

What hassle? He's in your line of work.

You fucking shithead.

Dude, they don't know us from shit.

I thought you knew him.

Yeah, but this is business.

You can look now.

Okay, here it is.

We need a double bottom,
using part of the tank.

And you hide the stuff in there,
out of sight.

But the boat has to look brand new.
Is that a problem?

No, no problem at all.

What do you think, Niño?

Okay. I need tools and materials,
and it will take time.

-Two days?
-Three or four.

Especially if we go around
in circles like that every day.

I told you. He notices everything.

He can do it blindfolded.

He is the best, I'm telling you.

He's been at that workshop for four years.

Plenty of yachts and rich guys,
but they pay him jack shit.

Who said you could look around?

I'm here with Halil.

Didn't he explain what the job is?

-I've never seen one like this.
-Well, forget you ever saw it.

And forget the job.

Get out of here, both of you!

Out!

What's wrong?

Okay, okay.

-What did you do?
-I was just looking.

Well, you fucked it up.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Come here.

Is what Halil tells me true?

I don't know. I didn't understand shit.

You crossed the Strait
just to get a stone from Africa?

So what? Was it yours?

I can give it back to you.

So that's why you're called Niño.
Because you like to play.

I don't like being bored.

Listen, if we come to an agreement,

you definitely won't be bored.

My name is Rachid.

Come on, let's go talk.

Okay, calm down. I'm not doing anything.

No. We can't use it.

We can't tie him to the body.

We don't actually think
he ordered the killing.

The Englishman has never
done anything like this.

He's working for other people.

Which people?

Eastern Europeans.
Marking out their patch.

Demand there has skyrocketed.

They're tapping all dealers,
even hash smugglers.

I see.

This is a warning to everyone.

Cocaine is not like hashish,

they won't accept mistakes.

The trouble is, we can't afford
to make any mistakes either.

They're calling for someone's head too.

There's an opening in Tarragona.

Tarragona?

If you think about it,
it would be like a promotion for you.

You don't have a family
to move or anything.

I know, lucky me.

Don't hate me for this,
but it may be for the best.

You've pissed off a lot of criminals,

some have got it in for you.

You can't live like that,
constantly under threat.

-That's my business.
-And mine.

A headless corpse hanging off a bridge?

It's not torching a car
or spraying a door,

these people are different.

But we're so nearly there!

We're so close!

Now we know it's him, we can catch him.

It's just a matter of time.

Time we don't have
because of that picture.

Give them a different picture:

a press conference with a ton
of cocaine piled up behind us.

Three months.

-Three months?
-I'll bring you his head on a platter.

I don't know.

I don't know.

We could hide you for a while.

Hey…

You liked flying, didn't you?

You're going back in the bird.

And Eva will carry on our work.

Eva will carry on.

And why do you need to go to Seville?

It's not me, it's him.
He needs my help to get a job.

You're the one without a job, not him.

If you get it, will you move to Seville?

-I don't really know.
-See? I need to push him.

He doesn't normally need pushing.

Once he's got what he wants,
he doesn't even remember your name.

Ask Susi.

Not just Susi, ask Reyes or Carol.

Hey, all right, we get it.

We'll come straight back, don't worry.

We'll be back in two days, you'll see.

Look, do whatever you want.
You always do anyway.

Hey, where are you going?

To dance. Is that okay?
Give you two lovebirds some space.

Don't be like that, baby.

She's pissed off.

No wonder, with that story of yours.

What a crock of shit.

What else could I say?
We're going to Morocco for weed?

Her dad's a cop, for fuck's sake!

-I'm not sure about this, Compi.
-About what?

Some guy offers you a few lines of coke,

then suddenly he's asking you to do this.

Do you think they put ads in the paper?

"Wanted: nitwits to cross the Strait
with the cops in hot pursuit."

I don't think so.

So if the cops or customs show up,
we toss it overboard.

In Spain, no weed means no jail.

Hear that, Niño?

Spain is a great place to live.

Anyway, if Rachid says you can go,

then it means he's paid off the cops.

All you have to do is follow this.

Hey! The cops are here!

Relax.

They're friends.

-Friends?
-As long as they get their share.

No, that one goes over there.

What does it matter?

Each package has an owner, they're marked.

This is Angel-three-Sierra.
Ready to depart from the platform.

Great! You just got here
and you're already pissing me off.

You were late so I took your seat.

How long for?
Until they pardon your life again?

-Are we energized?
-Yes.

Okay, breaker on.

Why couldn't they have punished Eva?

We'd give her a ride for free.

She's out of your league.

Shut up, fish-face.

Aren't you embarrassed about
depriving kids of fish fingers?

Asshole.

I can't believe you defrosted
three tons of hake for nothing!

Captain Birds Eye!

That's a good one.
That can be your new nickname.

Captain Birds Eye.

Is he always like this?
Does he ever shut up?

That's why I am so worn out.

So where shall we go?

-Towards Tarifa, see if we get lucky.
-Okay, here we go.

Angel-three-Sierra, we're airborne.

Transponder code 7000.
Request operational flight.

You're clear to fly.

They just left.

I've got something six miles ahead.
Can you check it, Sergio?

I'm on it.

There it is. See it?

It's an inflatable.

It's leaving a hell of a wake.

Lucky Captain Birds Eye.

Here we go.

You still remember what to do?

Hit the gas, Niño!

That's it, Niño!

12,000 euros when we get back.
Can you believe it?

This is awesome!

Stop your engines immediately
and wait to be boarded.

All paid off, my ass!
I'll kill that buddy of yours.

They don't give a fuck.

Son of a bitch. Press them a little.

Now you're talking.

Dude, why don't you stop?

-What are you doing?
-We have to dump it!

Sit down! Sit down!

-We have to dump it!
-Sit down!

They look like they smoked
a whole bundle themselves.

Don't they?

Stop! Stop!

They're not stopping.

Shall we give them the rabbit act?

-Now you're talking.
-Let's go.

You're enjoying yourself.

It's like riding a bike.

-Where are they?
-No idea. But I think I shit my pants.

Niño!

Son of a bitch!

-I'm sure of it now.
-What?

I've definitely shit myself now.

That scared them.

-See that?
-Eyes like saucers.

Go again.

Wait, wait.

Hold on! Slow down!

It isn't PlayStation!
We only get one life!

Son of a bitch! Did you see that?

I told you they were stoned.

He's a kamikaze.

Shit, they're coming back again.

He's heading back to Morocco.

What now? Keep on their ass or what?

They might break down.

If not, we go aboard and kick ass.
Like the good old days.

-Don't you have the balls?
-No, not me.

-But you do.
-Who? Me?

Don't you have the balls?

It's like riding a bike.

This bike has training wheels,
like my grandson's.

You can both fuck off.

Come on, take her down.

I think we upset him.

Jesús, if I die, don't forget
you're godfather to my daughter.

-Yes.
-He's her godfather?

She's 19 years old,
he's never given her a present.

-Forget that. Are you going?
-Okay, but take her down a bit.

A bit more!

Okay, I surrender! Go towards them.

Stop your engines!

This is fucking serious, Niño.

Will you stop? He's got a gun!

Get lower!

I can't!

Go the fuck up!

What are you doing?

Heading back. We're in Morocco.

I was about to jump!

Yeah, sure you were.

We psyched them out, Niño!

Fuck you, assholes!

Yeah, especially you! "I surrender!"

Anyone can have a moment of weakness.

Niño, you fucked them up! You got balls!

If those cops find out we're in Spain…

Perejil Island is Spanish, isn't it?

It's really cold!

It doesn't work in here.

We wait until dark and then go.

Well, if we have to wait…

-What are you doing?
-What do you think?

I doubt Rachid will care
if we score some hash off him.

Dude, what the fuck is this?

-It's full of sand!
-What?

See for yourself.

Fucking hell.

The bastards!

Is that sand too?

You fucking piece of Moroccan shit.

What's wrong?

I'll show you!

Look what I brought for you!

-Do you like it?
-Stop! Stop!

You knew about this!

-I'm sorry!
-Do you like sand?

Does it taste good?

Look, I'm sorry!

You will be if your boss
doesn't pay us what he said.

Get in.

Open the glove box.

Twelve thousand euros.

And that's it?

You did your part, and we did ours.

What do you mean?

You lied to us,
we risked our necks for nothing.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I guess while the cops were on us,
you got the other boat through.

I was surprised you didn't
throw the cargo into the sea.

So…

Now we're quits.

Wait. When do we go again?

It went fucking well, right?

You're no good as bait anymore.

And for the real work,
you need brains more than balls.

Niño!

My car's down there, if you need a ride.

You tell Rachid
this is no way to do things.

Wait up, Niño!

How is the girl getting on?

Not bad.

She misses you, right?

She fills you in every day.

We spent two years on it,
so this is strange for her.

Can't you bust any of them?

Only the ones at the bottom.

We want to bust the bosses.

You'll never catch them, Jesús.

Everyone knows that.

You're a dreamer, Jesús,

you think you can fix it
with wire taps and surveillance,

but after you get so far, wham!
They knock you back down.

Yeah, I must be a slow learner.

That's why I never went into all that.

I just like doing my job,

going out and catching bad guys.

If I get rid of a couple,
I go to bed happy.

And even if I don't,
I still sleep like a baby.

I used to like going to bed.

I hardly get any sleep now.

What? So you are fucking her?

At it every night, like rabbits?

Have you bust the mattress?

Give me details!

One day I'll record you
and send it to your wife.

That'll teach you.

Yeah, right.

Here, take this.

For Maria, from her godfather.

I was only joking about that.

I know, but you were right.

I tell you what,

when she comes on holiday,
you give it to her.

She'll love that.

-Okay.
-But one thing,

I don't want you as a son-in-law.

-You're crazy?
-I'm joking!

You're sick.

Niño, stop looking at it,
you'll wear it out.

Yes, boss, okay.

-What's this?
-I'm sick of taking the bus.

I want to show you something.

-Pretty cool, huh?
-Yeah.

See that white one there?

-Which?
-The one with the sign.

See it? That's the one.

-Leaving your grandma's?
-I can't have Marifé over there.

-I knew she'd get to you.
-I couldn't say no.

She wouldn't even talk to me for a week.

She didn't buy that Seville thing.

I suggested living together,
to see her reaction, and she said yes.

And her dad?

He's like me. He does whatever she says.

But I imagine he's not happy.

Suit yourself, but this is a shithole.

A shithole? It's great, it's got the sea…

Yeah, and all the rats
that have been living there for 20 years.

Shit, Niño, you're putting me off it now.

What's that guy doing here?

-I met him again the other day.
-Fuck!

Hey, wait up.

Going into business?

With him? Are you nuts?

He's sick of working for that Arab.

Hey, wait up.

Dude, wait up.

Think about it.

Right now, we've got cash.
You do still have it?

-What I have left plus Halil's…
-Halil wants in?

He's all in, dude, and not just
with cash, he has the knowledge.

He knows where we can buy hash
and who to sell it to.

-See what I mean?
-Move.

What? Now you're pissed off?

Fine! Every man for himself.

We need to hit the streets.

You go to bed early. If you're late,
your boss will kill you.

Give me yours, Compi.

Damn, you're disgusting.

It's so I don't lose it.

Buy a wallet like normal people.

-If you don't want it…
-It's okay.

Hey! There's only 2,000.

The rest stuck to your balls?

It went on the bike and the flat.

Two grand and my five
will get us jack shit.

Put me in for ten.

Fucking hell! Sweet!

See? I told you he was all in.

Hand it over.

That's enough for 20 kg of pollen.

That fits in a backpack.

A nut on a jet ski with a backpack.
They won't notice.

-How much is it worth in Spain?
-Two thousand, if it's good.

Two thousand times twenty is…

Not that much, is it?

How do all great journeys start?

With one small step.

Get the fuck out of here! One small step!

Whatever!

It's a saying.

A saying from your country?

You can keep it.

Wow, man, this is beautiful.

It's beautiful!

You bought a camera too?

No, it's Marifé's dad's.

Make sure the cops don't see that tape.

You hear that?

The drums of Ketama.

The nicest music in the world.

It's beautiful.

This is the pollen.

-There's not much of it.
-Of course not.

One hundred kilos of weed
makes one kilo of pollen.

Keep banging the drums, guys.

Dude, this one is taller than me!

Come back before you get dizzy.

This is fucking paradise, dude.

How can they forbid
something so beautiful?

Put the camera away.
We don't want trouble.

In two days,
the pollen will be in Tétouan.

Why not at the beach?

If we can't pay off the cops,
they won't do it.

So you'll bring it down?

Who? Me?

I can't.

If Rachid finds out,
he'll cut my balls off.

I can't.

Who will do it then? Him?

This is fucking beautiful!

Like fucking paradise, dude!

It has to be a local,
someone we can trust.

It's your call, Halil.

I'm going to ask somebody.

She's already gone through.
We have to go into Ceuta.

She uses a lot of nappies!

No, she's paid to bring them.

They all are.

Even chocolate milk?

They have nothing.
In Europe, we have it all.

Morocco has high taxes,
that's why they come here.

They're taking the truck tires.

I wonder how they get the rest of it.

Once they're across,
they get back in line to do it again?

That's their job. Every day.

There she is!

That's my sister.

Amina!

His sister's hot, isn't she?

Just like her brother.

-I think he must be adopted.
-For sure.

Did she catch you filming her?

I think so.

No problem. My sister is cool with it.

Halil, I don't understand Arabic,
but she didn't sound very happy.

Family matters.

But she agrees to it?

I already told you she does.

I don't want to be stood up.

My sister's crazy, but you can trust her.

She needs the money. She's all alone.

-What about you?
-I hadn't seen her for two years.

Not me, or my brothers, or my parents.

She got divorced and didn't want
to come home, she's too proud.

She won't get a husband here.

The second-hand market not so good here?

Not if you're as stubborn as her.

At home, she was always shouting
and arguing, she never learned.

So now she's bringing in packages.

Come closer!

I can't! It's too rocky!

You come to me.

Next time, pick it up on the shore.

Shit, look at all that.

Must be at least 3,000 kilos.

Where are the Civil Guard?

On their way. But in two minutes,
this will be over.

-What shall we do?
-Bring her down.

The cops are here!

We can't unload all the gear.

If you come back empty-handed
I'll slit your throat.

You hear me?

Hurry up!

Damn it!

Go, go, go!

Don't move!

You make us work for this.

Halil!

Listen, your friend
can't speak to you right now.

Because I'm about to beat
the shit out of him!

You hear me?

He had no choice but to crawl
into a sewer pipe full of shit.

The cop shouts into the pipe:

"I'll wait as long as I have to,

then I'll kill you."

How long did he wait?

The cop? Like ten minutes.

-And Halil?
-Two days.

We looked everywhere,
we couldn't find him.

He thought every cop in Spain
was coming after him.

-But he's okay?
-Yeah.

Except for the smell.

It's not a sewer smell.

But he's so obsessed about it,
he uses too much cologne.

I think you had better be going.

That's too bad,
because I really like it here.

You'd get 14 years for this.

This isn't Spain.

Would you visit me in jail?

-It's no joke.
-But would you come or not?

I barely even know you.

We can soon fix that.

How about I come back tomorrow?

-There's no shipment tomorrow.
-Exactly.

If the cops aren't after us,
we'll have more time to talk.

It's not a good idea.

Well, I'll be here tomorrow anyway.

What if I get a bunch of cologne?

A present for you.

Here's the Englishman.

Find out who this guy is.

He met the Englishman today.

That's what he came for.

The Englishman gave him the case

and then he got
on the afternoon flight to London.

How long have you been following
the Englishman around Gibraltar?

No pain no gain, right?

Amina!

What are you doing here?

I left the jet-ski at Marina Smir.
Let's go for a ride.

I don't want to be seen with you.

Am I that ugly?

If the police find out
and we don't pay them, it's over.

First they'll beat me up
then they'll throw me in jail.

Will you come to visit me in jail?

Hey, Niño.

At the port, in an hour.

There's a bus stop by the entrance.

Hold this for me.

So, how about a drink?

Come on.

I reckon he does the same as us.

And not just him.
There's a lot of money here.

Can't they be rich without being crooks?

I don't know, maybe, but I don't think so.

Maybe it's not drugs,

but they must be stealing
one way or another.

I bet your chocolate milk
was for one of these guys.

Are you going to buy a boat too?

A sailing boat would be cooler.

What would you do with all that money?

I'm not sure,

but I know what I'll do
when I have 10,000 euros.

There's a Moroccan guy in Tangiers
who has Belgian citizenship

and four daughters.
He smuggles girls across.

You'd pretend to be one of them?

He does it every three months.

So when are you leaving?

In two years,
as long as we don't get caught.

Two years? How much is Halil paying you?

Three times what I got
for carrying packages.

What a tightwad, your brother.

But if they let you into Ceuta,
why not just take the ferry to Malaga?

We can only go for work,
we can't even stay overnight.

Otherwise they stamp your passport
and it's over.

Why not come with me?

What?

Right now.

With the jet-ski,
in two hours we're in Spain.

Stop making fun of me.

I'm not. I mean it.

Two hours or two years?

Do you think it's that easy?

You think they'd let us
leave the port just like that?

Well… just like that,

maybe not.

Just a drop, okay?

Just a drop, but we've done half a bottle.

-You're dangerous with the Baileys.
-Cheeky!

A drink, Manuel?

No, just coffee for me.

That's right, a father's always on duty.

-And coffee for Grandma?
-I'll go.

Surprise!

Marifé, meet Amina.

-Happy birthday.
-Thanks.

You really shouldn't have. Come in.

What if they'd caught you?
Toss her in the sea?

They didn't catch me.

They didn't,
but she's got you by the balls.

I know you. The tougher they are,
the more you like it.

How long has it been? Two days?

-Locked up in a hotel room, non-stop?
-She's not at a hotel.

She's at a Moroccan girlfriend's.

-And you're doing them both?
-It's not like that.

-We're going to get married.
-What?

Can you hear yourself?

Watch out for her kind.

Soon as they get a green card,
they're gone.

-No, she doesn't know yet.
-It's your idea?

You had too much sun,
it's fucked with your brain.

-Not so many candles.
-What?

That's at least 30.

Fuck it.

Yeah, go ahead, laugh.

I always felt those mountains
were calling me.

And now I know why.

To find you.

Me and a few kilos of hash.

Well, that too.

Compi and I used to come here,

to stare at the sea,

to have a smoke and to dream.

What did you dream about?

You'll laugh, but we dreamed
about bringing a nice girl here

and making love to her, in the sea.

-How many times has it come true?
-For me? Never.

And your friend?

Once. He brought Marifé once.

I didn't speak to him for two weeks.

Why? Were you jealous?

A little, I guess.

It meant he and Marifé were serious.

So is this serious?

What do you think?

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Come on!

Come on in!

Hurry up, it's freezing.

It is cold, isn't it?

Is that why you kept your dress on?

-Don't make fun.
-I'm not.

There's nobody here.
And even if there was…

Have I spoiled your dream?

You know what I say?

Dreams can be shit,
I'm freezing my balls off here.

This is awesome, dude! How much is it?

120,000 but we'll put
two more motors on it!

Not two, three!
They'll never stop us then!

Give it some more gas!

I don't like it one bit.

You're scared shitless of Rachid.

You bet I am.

Twenty kilos is not like doing a big load.

You pay people to load it,
you pay off the cops,

that's a lot of people.

That's why you're here.
You know everyone here, don't you?

Someone has to stay there in Morocco

until we return with the money.

What if they don't?

What do you think?

Relax, Compi, you'll be fine.

-We're going to pay.
-What? Me? Stay there? No way.

I can't leave Marifé now.

She's not afraid of the dark, is she?

No, but lately she keeps puking.

So we got one of those tests
from the pharmacy.

Turns out she's pregnant.

-That's great news!
-Yeah.

Any idea who the father is?

I'll feed you to the tuna,
you fuckin' Arab.

-"Fuckin' Arab…"
-I'm not joking, asshole!

What are you doing? Don't!

It was a joke!

We'll have to get married, for sure.

Then the crib and all that…

Well, you've got money.

That's the problem.

A bag full of cash, and I can't spend it.

The cops won't notice
if you buy a crib or a sofa.

The cops? Fuck them. But Marifé?

Her dad? It's like the Gestapo,
they notice everything.

If I go to Ikea to buy chairs,
I'm history.

How do I explain where I got the money?

I could say I won the lottery?

-And the receipt?
-You're right!

I could say I found it.

-Then hand it in.
-No, she's not that dumb!

Christ, Antonio, you scared me.

What's all this money?

We're rich, babe!

I love you so much!

What did she say?

She said I was a liar and a crook,

and what about our kid…

-So it went well.
-Yeah, great.

I thought she'd run home to her parents.

-Damn.
-There they go.

How long?

Fifty-five minutes.

An hour to refuel and change crew.

-An hour without them on our ass.
-During the day.

We can do it. It's worth the risk.

I said sorry, I even begged her.

-I bet you blamed it on me.
-Of course I did.

I blamed you too, I said
we'd got in with a bad crowd.

Bastard.

She buy it?

I'm not sure,
but after two hours of yelling,

she shoved all the cash into the bag.

Then said: "We're going shopping."

I swore I wouldn't do it again.

We can bring the boat in there.

With five guys,
we'll have it done in ten minutes.

Fucking great.

Yes.

That's it!

Come on, Compi! The soon-to-be dad!

That's it, Compi!

Your last party!

Come here, man!

This is a historic moment.
Let's record it.

Son, this is how
your daddy's fortune started.

Is this like a date for workmates
who meet out of work?

Yes, exactly.

Listen to this.

It's the Englishman.

Where did you get this?

From Interpol.

That is Murat Agani, Albanian Kosovar.

He works out of Hamburg.

He deals in heroin and now cocaine.

Interpol want anything we find,
and we get this.

Good work.

Any other wire taps?

Isn't this enough?

They said they want to kill you!

Who's heard this?

-Didn't you hear me?
-Eva…

Let's just forget all about this shit.

We're not exactly saving the world.
It's not worth it.

Not worth it?

No.

I see.

Then what are we doing?

Playing cops and robbers?

Just paying the bills?

What the fuck are we doing?

If it's not worth it,
what the fuck are we doing?

Can you tell me?

-Sorry, I'm really tired.
-No problem.

I'm really tired.

If they know about the photo,

it means we have a mole.

Giving them information.
Who else has heard it?

No one.

I wanted to show you before Vicente.

Don't give it to him.

Why not?

Who gave you authorization
to go to Interpol?

What are you saying?

No way, Vicente is with us on this.

Have a snoop into his accounts,
look for something.

No, no… I can't.

He wouldn't be so stupid
to leave any evidence.

Check his father, his brother!
You know how this works.

You okay?

How can you live like this?

Yes?

Is Amina there?

No, she's not.

I've been looking all day.

Come up.

You want to come in?

No, thanks. What is it?

Amina left this for you.

Fatima's Hand.
It protects whoever wears it.

She never took it off.

She's gone.

I'm sorry.

Did she say where?

You should let her go now.

I'll be the judge of that.

Please, tell me where she is.

What's the story?

You just needed some fool
to help you get across?

I was that fool, I saved you ten grand.

Do I pretend we never fucked?

Stop it, you're hurting me.

What about me? I don't get it.

I was going to ask you to marry me.

I never asked you for anything,

not money, not papers,
not even to bring me across.

I knew what I was doing there,

-But now--
-Now what?

All I know is that I don't want

to spend Sundays visiting you in prison

and having sex once a month.

That's if you don't wind up
dead in the sea.

-That's not going to happen.
-Yes, it is.

It's what happens to people
who do what you do.

I'm not stupid. I can handle it.

-Nothing's ever gone wrong.
-It has for me.

Too many times.

And I'm tired. I'm afraid.

-What if I stop?
-You won't.

-Why?
-It's too much money.

I don't care about money.

You say that now that you have plenty.

You don't believe me? Give me 15 days,

or maybe a month, to be sure.

Then you and I can go wherever you want.

What if you're not back in a month?

Then forget me.

Niño! We've got to go now.

We need to be on the beach in an hour.

Hang on, wait a sec.

Are you really leaving me?

No way. I'm not staying.

But we agreed. Don't back out now.

Why has it got to be me? Why not him?

I'm worthless to them.

Why would you give a shit
about some fucking Arab?

And I drive the boat,
so I'm afraid it's you.

It'll be fucking paradise.

Order anything you like:
food, drugs, whores…

Don't worry, I will.

But you come with that money.

We'll be here Monday.

See you Monday then?

Yes. Come on.

It's just landed.

Let's go.

I don't like going out in daylight.

Next time, we do it on a moonless night.

There won't be a next time.

What do you mean?

This is my last.

With the cash from this
we can do other stuff.

But I don't want to.

Then go with Rachid or someone,
but count me out.

What's that?

Was it my sister?

I shouldn't have got her into this.

Who the fuck are they?

-Fucking hell.
-What?

It's a Moroccan Royal Navy patrol.

They're trigger-happy.

-Didn't we pay them off?
-They don't take bribes.

Then we have to switch routes.

What about our plan?

Fuck it, we'll have to improvise.

Do I look like a fool to you?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Search all you like!
You won't find anything!

But I'll remember this!

You bastard!

Making friends as usual, Jesús?

Fucking hell.

You never learn, do you?

Tell them it's leaving again.

The bird just left.

Where was it again?
Ten miles from Punta Mala?

Yes.

There they are.

At eleven o'clock.

The helicopter!

Go faster!

Hello?

Sink the boat!

Sink it!

Do it now.

Hey, I think I recognize
Speedy Gonzales down there.

-That kid who got away?
-I think so.

Yes, it's him.

Watch him. He's a kamikaze.

Yes, but not today.

Let's shit them up.

Manolo, get in closer.

The helicopter is behind us! Fuck!

I'll only say it once. Stop your engines.

Does he think he's Steve fucking McQueen?

Fucker doesn't even flinch.

They're getting wet now.

Fuck 'em! They need a shower.

Hold on. We've got a mayday.
Ten miles from here.

A boat with two crew. It's sinking.

Tell Search and Rescue. Hit them again.

We're closer. We have to help.

What if it's a set up
by this lot to get rid of us?

Wouldn't be the first time.

-I'm turning back.
-Fuck it.

They're leaving!

Fuck off, pussies!

You fell for it!

Fuck you!

Jesús! Look at the Arab.

He's got a fucking nerve.

Cheeky bastard.

He's not giving me the finger! Go back!

-We can't.
-Go back, damn it!

We have to help them, it's the law.

Manolo, get these guys first,
then we'll go.

Make them dump the cargo at least.

If anything happens, I'm not responsible.

Whatever you say.

They're coming back!
Let's toss it overboard!

What about Compi?

-If they catch us with it…
-Hold on tight!

They're right above us!

Give them hell, Manolo!

I've almost got the runner in his ass!

He's back again! Shit!

Damn it, show them who's boss!

What's with you today?

-That's the way.
-They're not dumping it.

I won't let them get that stuff through.

Now you're fucked.

Go faster, damn it.

Throw it overboard for fuck's sake!

Get me closer.

Closer!

Lower, Manolo.

There.

Shit!

Hold it there, Manolo, that's it.

A bit closer!

You got it.

-Get on the motors!
-What?

They won't shoot you! Do it!

Watch out for him.

Get closer, damn it!

Careful!

What the fuck?

Get that flare out of here!

Get it out! I can't see!

Where's Manolo?

Come on, Halil, let's move!

They're dead, and so are we.

Get moving, damn it!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

No, I'm fine. It was just a scare.

The pilot? We don't know yet.

No, love, don't fly down here.

I love you too. Bye.

How sweet.

Was it Maria?

Yes.

She wanted to get a plane
and come down here.

Your daughter?

-How old is she?
-Nineteen.

She's beautiful. Does she study abroad?

Is she studying abroad?

Yeah, a master's.

When I was down there,
I only thought about her.

I thought: "María, María…"

Any news?

No, they haven't said anything.

He'll pull through. Manolo is tough.

Vicente, I accept responsibility for it.

Take it easy, there'll be
plenty of time for that.

FINANCIAL CRIMES UNIT

-Halil, is everything okay?
-Yes, don't worry about the news.

There was an accident but

Grandma and Grandpa
are here and they're fine.

-When can you collect them?
-Tonight.

Halil?

Halil?

Halil!

What the fuck did they do to you?

It was Rachid.

He took everything.

He let us come this far
and now he's taken it all.

What do we do now, Halil?

How the fuck are we going to pay?

They've got Compi!

Hey! What is it?

Wait! No, no! Please!

They're bringing the money.

Please!

Get off me!

They're bringing the money today!

Three days.

If we haven't paid by then…

Three days.

Shit.

Thanks.

If I don't pay them,
they'll kill my friend.

You should've thought of that
before you left him there.

Ask them to give me time to pay.

-Pay how?
-By working.

-Who for?
-For you.

What? Like the other day?

Downing the chopper?

Do you think anyone will hire you now?

Just pray the pilot doesn't die,

because if he does,

I might need to give you up to the police

just so that they'll leave us alone.

They're looking for us,

asking for the guys
who shot down the chopper.

They say they have a job.

I don't like it, sounds like a trap.

Why give a job to two outcasts?

Say we'll talk to them.

We need the money.

-I don't like it.
-Sorry, Halil. We have to risk it.

What's this?

A present for you.

They spent hours driving around the Rock.

"No pain no gain", right?

Did you follow him home?

Yes. I've got his name
and address, but that's all.

I can't link him to anything.

Have you ever seen him before?

-What's up, man?
-How are you doing?

I'm still here.

They gave me some pills,
so it doesn't hurt too much.

It's gone a really ugly color.

At least they didn't kill me
or cut my fingers off yet.

Let's see what happens.

But I tell you something,
I'm sick of these drums!

It's like Holy Week in Seville every day!

Hang in there, Compi,

and don't smoke too much.
Marifé will see it in your eyes.

Have you spoken to her?

I saw her yesterday.

What did you tell her?

The truth, Compi, the truth.

Tough shit.

She went all quiet and serious,

then grabbed a knife and told me

if I don't get you back she'll kill me.

See how much she loves me, Niño?

You see?

Chin up, Compi, it's under control, okay?

Fucking awesome, man.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

So it's cool for Friday?

Yeah, it's all cool.

Is it for sure?

These guys are pissed off.

For sure. I'll do this job on Thursday,

they'll get their money Friday.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-See you, man.
-See you.

Here's the address.

It's easy to unload there.

We'll only need half an hour.

Those guys aren't English.

Must be Russians or Albanians.

So what?

Remember that guy at the port?

They still haven't found his head.

What are they doing?
Why aren't they leaving?

I don't like this one bit.

If you don't want to do it,
just say so, I'll find someone else.

No.

You're right.
We've got to do it for Compi.

The boat has a tracking device.
We can track their every move.

We know where they'll leave from,
but not where they're going.

When we see where they're going,

the Civil Guard can catch them on land.

I'll be right back.

Are Customs coming too?

Where were you?

You know how sometimes
you just remember something

you didn't notice at the time…

Wait! What are you on about?

He talked about his daughter.

What?

A Jersey bank account,
in the name of Maria Rubio.

Sergio's daughter.

Her school fees come out of it.

Tuition alone costs
what Sergio makes in a year.

Could be an inheritance
or his wife's money.

It's nothing like that.

We've been recording their calls,

monitoring them, and Sergio knows it.

If it is him, he'd warn them.
They would call it off.

I don't know.

There's something that makes no sense.

If they want a hash smuggler to run
coke, there is plenty of choice.

Why the guy who knocked down
the helicopter?

The Englishman knew we were onto him,

that we'd end up following this kid.

And that you'd recognize him.

It's a decoy.

We go after the kid,

meanwhile, his shipment
comes in through the port.

You can't fool me with your text thing.

You went for a smoke.

Jesús, how much can they get on that boat?

Two hundred?

Up to 300 kilos.

Three hundred.

If we put 300 kilos
of cocaine on the table,

they'll start taking this thing seriously.

Good work.

Let's go. Good luck tonight.

Okay.

Vicente,

can I have a word?

If it's to tell me that you and your girl

have finished searching and found nothing,

save your breath.

We've found something.

We need more than this.

There isn't time.

If we call it off,
they won't use the port.

We're not even sure about the port.

It's the only explanation.

We have to play it cool,
so Sergio won't get suspicious.

Well, he's your friend.

He'll trust you until the end.

Jesús.

I'm warning you.

If, after tonight,
we have nothing against Sergio,

you're out.

This just arrived from Caracas.

It carries the only container
that matches the data from Interpol.

It's that one.

What is its cargo?

Suitcases.

What's the pilot like?

Mario? He's a really nice guy,

Used to be in Alicante
with Fernando and Antonio.

He's one of our own.

He can't wait to lay into these guys.

So we need to be careful.

Tonight we need cool heads.

There they are.

Let's have a bet.

Where are they going?

Fifty euros says it's Sotogrande.

-I say La Duquesa.
-No way.

Small, discreet, classy…

One more crook won't stand out.

They're going to Sotogrande.
You owe me 50 euros.

-We didn't shake on it.
-You bastard.

We were just talking.

He's a bad loser.

Then don't bet.

They're heading to Sotogrande.

We're on our way.

Jesús, do you copy?

We've got the location.
Civil Guard will be there in 15.

Fifteen minutes.

These guys will be gone by then.

What shall we do?

Turn around.

Drop it!

Drop the gun!

You drop it! I'll blow his brains out!

Halil, no!

Shut up! I am in charge now!

You got that?

Drop the gun now!

Okay, calm down.

Fuck you!

Take it easy!

I'll blow your head off!

Halil, calm down.

No one fucks with me anymore!

Listen to me.

Halil!

Here's what we'll do.

We both put down our guns now,

you leave with one of those bags,
before anyone else gets here.

One bag is enough to pay for your friend.

That's why you're here. For Compi.

Am I right?

We've been following you for days.

Shut up!

You don't want to get fucked again,

but it's what they're doing.

Why do you think you got this job?

You're a decoy to distract us.

What's he saying, Niño?

What's he saying?

He's making it up.
This is no decoy, it's real coke.

You're new to all this.

A few kilos is nothing
compared to a ton through the port.

Then why the fuck are you here?

Jesús, do you copy?

We're in position outside. Where are you?

What do we do now?

What do we do now?

If we turn ourselves in, Compi is dead.

Dead!

What a fucking mess!

Halil, if you put down the gun,
we can sort this out.

Halil, put the gun down!

Halil, listen!

Listen!

Halil!

Throw down the gun!

Halil, look at me! Listen!

I'm putting my gun down,
I'm putting it down.

-Halil, I'm putting it down.
-Fuck!

Halil, he put his gun down!

Take it easy!

It's on the floor, okay?

-Halil, listen to me.
-Calm down.

Do as I say,
you can still save your friend.

But we have to do it now.

We have to do it now.

It's okay, it's okay.

They're leaving in a SUV.

Heading for the avenues.

He's injured.

Call for an ambulance.

Jesús, are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Is Sergio with you?

Yes, he's here.

Did you find it?

-There's nothing here.
-What?

We're still checking, but no luck so far.

Shit.

Either way, stay with him,

don't let him contact anyone.

Okay.

All right?

Give me your phone.

How long have we known each other?

Twenty years?

You could at least hear me out.

What is this about?

Was it Eva?
Did she come up with all this shit?

They didn't find anything
at the port, did they?

They won't find anything.

There's nothing to find.

Stop the vehicle.

Get out, asshole!

If there was anything, it's not here.

It's in another container.

We have to check. We still can…

Eva. That's enough.

It's over.

No, come on, Vicente.

This is cocaine with handles.

Yes?

It was the suitcases!

Not inside them, the cases themselves.

Two thousand kilos of pure cocaine.

Jesús, are you there?

Yes, but it's not a good signal.

Do you know where I am?

At the hangar, looking at the Rock.

I wish you were here.

Listen, Jesús.

We should go celebrate.

It's been two fucking years.

It's over at last.

It's over.

Yes, it's over.

What? Aren't you happy to see me?

Of course I am.

I was expecting Compi again.

He's outside. I can get him.

No, I've seen enough of him.

In the end, I couldn't come get you.

I waited three months.

You waited for me?

I didn't have any other job.

Where would I go?

-This is all so weird.
-What?

Everything.

I'm in here, you're as beautiful as ever.

Did you hear about Compi?

About him becoming a father?

No, he's over that.

He's going to be a Civil Guard.

It's true, I swear,

Marifé dragged him to her dad's station,

and he had no choice
but to fill in an application.

How are they treating you here?

Fine, they're all real charmers.

But it'll be a while before I get out.

My lawyer says seven years,
and that's if I behave myself.

Then make sure you do.

Hello?

It's me. I'm on my way to the school.

Okay, so I can pick up the kid
later, right?

Yeah, at 5 p.m. He'll be waiting for you.

Perfect.
5 p.m. He'll be waiting for you.