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Breathing.

Sweating.

Skiing.

Skating.

Climbing.

Pulling.

Jumping.

Running.

Swimming.

Rowing.

Pedalling.

Diving.

Lifting.

Climbing.

Fighting.

OPERACIÓN MAREA NEGRA (SILENT CARGO)

- Sergeant. - Good morning.

It was right there that the witness saw the truck fall.

He was the only one to report the accident.

The only one?

Strange, isn't it?

Yes, very.

Somebody lost a truck, a driver and cargo and hasn't reported it.

I think it's the truck you were looking for.

Thank you, Molina.

Good morning, this is Second Lieutenant Luis Novoa, from the ECO.

I need a couple of scuba divers.

I'm sending you the location. As soon as possible, please.

Speak, fucker.

Police are sniffing around the place where the truck fell.

It's impossible to get a single dose out.

Did they find Barreira's body?

They haven't pulled anything out yet.

Look for the bastard.

Who?

Barreira, you idiot.

He's probably being eaten by the fish.

Probably...

is too close to I don't know.

A bad penny always turns up again.

Find that bastard now!

Yes, boss.

Fuck me!

A truckload of fentanyl. Fucking hell!

I just came to give you the message, Boza.

It was the Albanians behind the back of Muro.

Only our people knew where the cargo was.

Behind Muro's back or on his orders.

Remember how he reacted when he found out that we kept the truck.

Everyone wants their minute of fame.

It could be any of our people with a vocation for entrepreneurship.

I wouldn't bet my life for anyone.

Only for myself.

Only for yourself?

You mean for us.

Of course. For us.

Where did you find the idiots who were guarding the warehouse?

What's the matter?

Do I have to report to you now?

- What's that? - I work for you now?

I don't know you anymore, Merino.

"Humour is to dance in pain", you used to say.

- It was a fucking joke. - A joke?

- What would you know about pain? - Fuck you.

- Fuck you! - Hey...

Let's focus on Muro.

Let's focus on Muro, dammit.

Sit down.

It's time for that bastard to pay.

How are you?

My jaw hurts.

Thank Juanín for that.

You got punched by the amateur featherweight

champion of Galicia.

Sorry, man. I thought we were being robbed.

Well, this is done.

- Cesáreo, can you close up? - Sure.

Well, I'm off.

I thought you were awesome, man.

I've always imitated your style.

In fact I have the same weight as you when you won the Spanish championship.

You could have won the European Championship.

Stop the fuzz, go with Antonio, run a few miles

and I'll see you at the gym.

Stop messing around. Get a move on!

- Deep down, I love him. - Come on.

What?

You don't look like you've ever fucking KO'd

anybody in your life.

Hey, champion?

Luckily, Gema, you've only been in a coma for a couple of weeks.

That alone guarantees a better prognosis.

You have evolved much better than I thought in the time

you've been awake.

Now to the issue of the bullet.

The bullet is still lodged in a hole in your head.

We opened and decided to to leave it where it is.

Now we have to hope that it won't move from its place.

Yeah... So, a fucking time bomb.

What if it moves?

Any prognoses?

It could be tomorrow or 50 years from now.

Medicine and the future are not exact sciences, Gema.

Life is not an exact science, doctor.

Anything else?

There's the legal issue.

I guess the time has come for you to face up to it.

And then there's the other thing.

We're not going to talk about that now.

I'm not in the mood.

Carry on without me, boys.

Did you run out of board games?

We come to make peace.

It's not good for anyone that you're so angry.

It's better to clear the air.

Tonight your national team is playing.El Tri, right?

I know.

You're invited to watch the match and have an Albariño with us.

Is this asshole invited?

Of course. I support El Tri to death.

Who is interested in a fucking friendly match?

Nobody in this courtyard. But it's not about the match.

It's about...

fraternizing.

We have a lot of business ahead of us.

If we had any disagreements, we can mark an x.

Isn't that how you Mexicans say it?

If you want you can bring one of your men.

Just one, there's no space for all of them.

I wish time had stood still at that moment, don't you?

It would have been better for everyone.

This Juanín...

Isn't he a bit old for the Spanish championship?

Yes, he may be.

This Juanín lived on the street, Nando.

Smoking cocaine paste.

That's where I found him.

It's better to be runner-up in the Spanish Championship than to smoke coke, right?

What do you think, Nando, doing to what you do?

I need money.

It's a tough one.

I'm fucked.

Take it, Nando.

Fuck you.

Fuck!

Antón, Antón pirulero...

Cesáreo.

Who is this man as big as a castle?

Little Nando, mi grandson.

Nando, give me five.

I was hoping you could tame him, he's a feral.

He has a good heart but a bit of a temper.

The boy called me "sen pais".

No parents, eh? What's it to you?

- Can I leave him with you? - Leave him.

What?

One ticket, please.

A ticket to where?

Anywhere, but outside Galicia.

Is León good for you?

Yes, OK.

Julia, you have to get me out of here now.

That bastard Boza met with Miranda while on leave

and they arranged my murder.

I don't know whether that son of a bitch Anxo or any of mine,

there's no prick without a price.

I can only trust you, my queen.

Make up a fucking medical test.

I can't, Muro.

Julita, you didn't understand me. These bastards are going to kill me...

Don't you understand?

If I help you escape, the first person they'll target is me.

I'm really sorry, Muro, but I can't.

Something to cut.

Something to cut. Give me something to cut.

They won't tell you anything if I show up with a weapon.

Something to cut, bitch!

You fucking liar!

You came sailing east

with your long beard

and mingled with animals

breathing fire.

You made us believe that you were something else, asshole.

Fucking Cortés,

not even the rules of war did you respect.

Not even the truce of the night.

I'm going to cross the river in search of you towards Mictlán

or your fucking heaven,

to avenge my Mexica people.

Attention, knife in the cell block!

knife in the cell block!

Prisoner injured! Prisoner injured!

‎Huey Tlatoani Moctezuma Xocoyotzin.

- Hello, I need... - Take a number, please.

What do you need?

Excuse me.

What is it you need?

Nothing, thank you.

Thank you.

My phone, son of a bitch!

Fuck!

We have lost the cargo.

Now we can't deliver to Sinaloa and finish off Muro

and we have nothing to offer to Diosdado.

What the hell are you looking at with that bitch face?

Come on, leave.

Haven't you heard me?

Did you see? Nobody listens to us any more.

Do you remember when everyone loved us?

What are we now?

Two old veterans.

I don't know.

I think our time has passed.

Maybe all that's left for us is to enjoy our grandchildren.

We don't even know them, Boza.

My time is not up, Merino.

I'm not retiring, for fuck's sake.

I'm not retiring.

Fucking headphones.

They're no good, because I'm not liking

what I'm hearing at all.

I may have misunderstood you.

Hey...

I'm asking you nicely to tell me again.

The cargo is lost, Doña Camila.

Ah...

Now I understood.

It was Barreira's fault. He stole the truck

and in his escape he sunk it in the sea.

You mean, he stole it,

but he actually stole it from you, pendejo.

That's right, doña.

First you tell me the Galician is going to

make us rich and now you call me about this bullshit.

It's not all bad news, doña.

I spoke to Valdés' people. They're offering us a better deal.

Yes, that's all very nice, but it's all just promises.

What I want now is for you to fix this mess.

And for that I need...

a picture of the head of the bastard who started it.

And I want it well separated from his body.

Better get your act together, little Carlos.

Lest that head turns out to be yours.

WANTED.

Diosdado.

I know, but I had to talk to you. It's urgent.

The cargo is lost, it's impossible to recover it.

But I have something much better to offer you.

I only ask for the opportunity to meet in person and explain it to you.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Sit down, please.

Alright... Let me explain the situation.

Due to the current circumstances and as a show of goodwill,

I am going to overrule the Public Prosecutor's Office

and order your provisional release.

In my state I'm not gonna run anywhere.

I assure you, believe me.

And let me assure you that in court you will not be as lucky as you are now.

Unless you cooperate.

Was it him who shot you?

When you're given a second chance

it's because you screwed up the first time.

There's nothing left of the Gema from before the coma.

Nothing.

It's a miracle that I'm alive.

As for who shot me....

I still have holes in my memory.

Besides the bullet, of course.

Unless you change your mind about my provisional release,

- I have to go back to rehab. - Of course, go.

With your permission.

Thank you.

Think about it.

Please.

Of course.

I'm not the only one who doesn't believe this amnesia thing, am I?

She will eventually confess.

Even if it doesn't look like it, we all have something to lose.

Her silence is a matter of justice.

Barreira spent two years in A Lama prison

for working for the Valdés family.

Gema feels she owes him a debt of gratitude.

She will not report him.

Where is Diosdado?

He's waiting for you.

I've prepared an antibiotic regimen to give to your nurse.

You shouldn't move your arms for ten days.

Your wounds can reopen at the slightest movement.

The good news is that no transfusion was necessary.

What about that?

When you lost consciousness you hit his occipital area.

A cranial CT scan can rule out fractures and signs of blood clots.

Although it doesn't seem serious.

A CT scan?

Doctor, could this CT scan

show me if I'm the reincarnation of the Huey Tlatoani Cuauhtémoc?

Excuse me?

If that...

You Spanish pricks, more than 500 years have passed

and you still don't know anything about your history.

My glasses, doc?

Do you know where my glasses are?

Doc, are you gonna put me inside that?

I have a bad feeling about it.

I wouldn't want to go back to jail with fucking terminal cancer.

Don't worry, it will only take a second.

Only a second?

Well, loosen this for me, it's too tight.

This is fine, don't worry.

Doctor, what if there was no jail or terminal cancer?

Do you hear me, you bastards?

Let go of him!

Up to you, boys.

I'm just sitting here quietly, getting into trouble.

As usual, right?

If your bullets can go through the glass,

then yes, you'll leave me full of lead.

But for the glory of my great Tenochtitlán

that the doctor here is going to Mictlán with me.

So it's up to you to to weigh up what is best.

Either let me escape...

or allow this idiot to bleed to death

with a fucking pen stuck in his jugular.

It's your decision.

Hit it, bitch. Hit the little button or I'll paint the walls red.

Open, open.

Not one step further or I'll kill him.

- Alright, calm down. - Don't get nervous.

No bullshit, friends. Or I kill him.

Step aside!

Where are the ambulances? - On floor -2.

Come on.

How's your sight, fucker?

Get out of the way, assholes!

Stop, Guardia Civil!

- Good afternoon, Lieutenant. - How are you?

We got to the truck, but we couldn't see the cargo.

We'll have to see if we can retrieve it.

- And the driver? - No trace, but we found this.

I don't know where the girl got this quinceañera theme from.

You would think she's about to get married.

A waltz, a farewell to the sandals...

I don't know... What do you think?

Are you listening, Dad?

Yes, of course.

Are you OK?

Can't you see me?

I don't know, you don't look so good.

That's because I haven't shaved.

They run out of blades in the commissary.

Did you ask for a leave?

The leave for your granddaughter's 15th birthday, Dad.

Fifteen years... Has it already been 15 years?

Maybe by then...

Maybe by then I'll be out on parole.

On parole?

Parole isn't granted to just anyone, is it?

Well, Maruxa...

it depends.

Inside.

Your time is running out, Fernando.

The only reason you are still alive

is curiosity.

For a moment, fear made me forget who I am.

But then something...

reminded me.

The idea

is to push Sinaloa out

and take over the entire fentanyl market to Europe.

All of it.

And what is that?

Entrepreneurship...

or pure desperation?

Both.

Both of them.

Both of them, Fernando...

always go hand in hand with a third thing:

Ambition.

And that can be a cause for concern.

Come with me.

Our business, Fernando,

is based on commitment.

That's what builds trust.

Commitment.

Trust.

Easy.

Backing me, Fernando, are very important people.

People who invest their own money.

Lots of money, Fernando.

That's why before I trust someone,

I need to be sure of their commitment.

You're right-handed, very good.

Sometimes, Fernando, the commitment

I am talking about can be sealed in a physical way.

The left little finger

will suffice.

You have my commitment.

Go ahead.

Good.

Good, good.

Let's heal that...

and then we can talk.

We have enough evidence to say, without fear of contradiction,

that this lorry was driven by Fernando Barreira.

She's taking a big risk, there's nothing to prove he's dead.

It's more of a wish than pure assurance.

Buried under the sea,

the deal she made with him will not resurface.

You were there too.

Yes, I was.

The difference is that I am willing to take the heat and she is not.

It doesn't look like it.

- Like what? - Fuck, Dani.

It would seem that you wish for Barreira to be alive.

I swear I hate to agree with the judge,

but if the Guardia Civil haven't found the body,

it's because the current has dragged it away.

Maybe it's time to give up.

That's it.

Do you want to see a ghost?

A friend sent it to me. It's from when we arrested Barreira.

He now works at the headquarters and he seemed to recognise him.

First he thought he was imagining things, but on reviewing the security footage

he found this.

No way.

Fuck...

What's he doing? Was he going to turn himself in?

I don't know. Maybe he just wanted to talk to someone.

He definitely doesn't look like a drowned man.

He changed his mind.

He changed his mind.

No, no, ma'am.

I need clean gauze pads.

No?

Alcohol?

- Alcohol! - Alcohol, alright.

Yes, ma'am, that's it.

It doesn't look good.

Don't worry son.

Your partner here is very skilled.

So, let's drink.

To us.

And to our piece of the pie.

To our business...

and your skill.

Yes, cabrón.

Cheers.

... and next week you can tell me how it went.

Well, thank you very much. Bye.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Diosdado sends me.

I'm in a hurry, please.

Don't worry, it'll be quick.

Alright.

Another one.

One for the road.

- Is there a fire exit? - It's open upstairs.

To Porto, please.

- That's around Elviña, right? - The city of Porto. I'm in a hurry.

That requires a special service.

There's 1000 euros. Is that enough?

Alright.

What did you see, Barreira?

Your visitor has arrived.

He's waiting for you.

How are things going at the office?

Someone isn't making things easy.

Daniela Fonseca.

A former colleague.

She's obsessed with him.

Maybe we should help her see reason again. Right, Carmo?

DRUG-SUBMARINE INTERCEPTED OFF THE GALICIAN COAST

Son of a bitch...

Good morning.

ALL THE CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS AND EVENTS IN 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.