I'll take the load.
Go, man!
Isaac, Special Forces!
Hold them back, dammit!
-Fuck! -We gotta get the fuck out of here!
No! We need to hold them off so the truck can leave.
Fuck!
They're armed to the fucking teeth!
I don't care! Hold them back!
Dammit!
They're getting too close!
Motherfuckers!
Son of a bitch!
Fall back! Go! Go!
Get to the trucks! Now!
Grenade!
Stay back!
They're retreating. Move the cars to the rear
and cut them off.
Get down!
Cops at our rear! They've got us surrounded!
Go, dammit! Go!
-Catch those motherfuckers! -Down!
Let them go. The Feds will catch 'em.
Stop!
Dammit!
Those motherfuckers!
We're on Highway 262. Copy?
Okay, go. Fuck!
CRIMINAL CODE
EPISODE 8 KING OF THE BORDER
CORUMBÁ, MS BOLIVIA/BRAZIL BORDER
-The number you have dialed is not… -Shit.
-What? -Guilherme's not picking up.
-Just go this way. -Fuck! The road's chained off up there!
-Ah! -Fuck it! Fuck it! Go!
-Fuck! -Fucking go!
The shit was chained off.
Guilherme, fuck! You said you had service while you were flying, asshole.
I'm headed to a farm. I'll text you the coordinates.
You better find it, dickhead!
Shit!
Fuck!
What now?
What do you want me to do here?
What do you think?
Go, go, go!
What a beautiful day for flying, don't you think?
How was your trip?
Go fuck yourself, playboy.
All right.
What's up, playboy?
Are you mockin' us?
Hey, remove the SIM cards from your phones so they can't track us.
Right.
Isaac.
Gabriel would be so fuckin' proud of you today.
Go fuck yourself, son of a bitch!
What the fuck? If I needed someone to talk to, think I'd choose you?
-Fuck off, playboy. -Who do you have?
Who do you have besides me?
Listen.
Don't fuckin' test me, dammit.
Whatever, but I'm the only one who can help you, right?
It's up to me, right, to make the Ghost disappear?
Let's go.
Fucking bitch!
MIRANDA, MS 1,341 KM FROM THE PORT OF SANTOS
-Are you scared, thief? -Not at all, man.
There's more on my plate than just the drugs in this truck, you know?
I haven't done this in a while.
I grew up transporting drugs.
Getting arrested again isn't gonna kill me.
You're just gonna die
if this shit don't arrive.
Hey…
Close it up.
To land here, it had to be
a twin engine or single engine plane, right?
Yeah, something like that.
Hiring a plane's not like calling an Uber.
It's not that easy.
Isaac had to arrange all of this.
He had to contact a pilot,
maybe a local airbase.
We could check calls that bounced off the cell towers nearby.
Here's what we're gonna do. Benício, go out and canvass the area.
Talk to the farmers and everyone working for them.
Suellen, get that list of calls from the phone companies.
RIBAS DO RIO PARDO, MS 940 KM FROM THE PORT OF SANTOS
Please put my home, my family, and those who live with me
under your divine protection. I pray to you, Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
Attention. Police in 500 meters.
Fuck, they're surrounding us.
There's another way.
Follow this road here to the right and go that way.
Got it. Let's go.
It's full of potholes. Fuck!
I think we blew a tire, man.
-We blew a tire. -Keep going.
It's a single-axle truck.
It doesn't matter. Just keep pushing.
We have to pull over. The tires are shaking too much. We gotta stop.
Someone's coming. It's the cops.
-Afternoon. We're just changing a flat. -Hands up.
-We're-- -Hands over your head.
-And you, you get up right now. -Officers, we're just fixing a flat.
-Your IDs and registration. -It's all in the truck's cab.
-What are you transporting? -It's nothing.
Pereira,
open the truck.
Sir.
Let's talk like men.
We're alone out here, that right?
There's no way of knowing what's hiding in there when you guys open those doors.
The way I see it,
you two never saw us here.
Didn't open the truck.
You went back to your houses, to your wives, your kids,
and slept in peace.
Got it?
I'll ask again. What's in the truck?
Are you not hearing me, man?
If you open the truck, you'll find out what's inside.
If you find out, then there will be no peace.
If I were you, I'd get back in the car
and tell my superiors there's nothing here.
Because everything that's happening here,
my brother, me, and the truck,
it's all too big for you two to understand. Got me?
And if you decide to get involved,
it'll swallow you guys.
What's up?
-The phone numbers of the farmers. -Thank you.
-Cross them off the list. -Right.
Well, only if the farmers aren't involved.
We'll start filtering the calls. There aren't that many numbers here.
-Is it workin'? -Working so far.
There are two numbers here that might be his.
He made contact with a number that pinged in the west of São Paulo.
That's a short enough trip. You could use a twin-engine plane.
Wait, wait, wait. Look. His phone's on the move.
Shit. Did we lose the signal?
Check this out.
If they left from Corumbá,
then they're flying through the border between Mato Grosso and São Paulo,
which puts them right about here.
-Shortest distance between two points is-- -A straight line.
-Yeah. -So…
Santos.
THE PORT OF SANTOS LARGEST PORT IN LATIN AMERICA
Cabeça, we've arrived to our destination.
Fuck, this place is massive.
I'm forwarding you the address the Paraguay prosecutor sent us.
Their investigation found a warehouse here in Santos
that's supposedly linked to the Ambassador.
Okay.
Douglas, listen.
Look into any ongoing investigations in Santos.
I need to know which Federal Police officers
are working on international trafficking.
If there are any, I need to talk to them, okay?
You all good, brother?
-Badass. -All good. You?
Good, bro.
-Sup, everyone. What's up, Cabeça? -What's up?
So how's this gonna work?
Do I know you, bro?
I'm a partner, man.
I don't remember dealing with you at all.
I have a lot to offer. You won't regret cutting me in.
Hey, calm down. Calm down. He's my partner.
He talks too much.
But he's my partner. Don't worry about him.
How's this gonna work, Cabeça?
We agreed with the Italian to load the drugs onto the ship.
Then we get paid, and the rest is his problem.
Greco has his own crew for that.
He likes to work with his team.
Our only job is to get the drugs onto the ship.
Okay, and how do you plan to do this?
Do you know how to fish, thief?
Thanks. Head back to work now.
Sounds good.
I'm Deputy Vendramin from the Federal Police in Foz.
Oh shit. You're here to fuck up my operation.
No.
I spoke with your supervisor.
I made sure that our covers were solid enough.
Do you know how long I've been working this investigation?
Three years undercover at the port.
Prior to that, a year and a half investigating. I get it.
Look, I really need your help.
Okay. How can I help you?
Tell me everything you know about how they load cocaine.
How do they usually smuggle drugs in the port?
You think this is the place Vendramin mentioned?
It looks like it.
Yeah.
I guess nobody's running this place since the Ambassador died, huh?
Do we have a bolt cutter or something?
Yeah, we do.
Of all your virtues, the one I appreciate the most is your subtlety, Benício.
I'm like this warehouse.
Dusty, empty, and dirty.
You're going through a rough patch right now,
but this too shall pass.
What do you think we're gonna find?
I wish it was Soulless gift wrapped… but I'm serious. It will pass.
What, are you a Buddhist now?
I'm just trying to find some peace is all.
Hey.
I never thought of the Ambassador as the kind of guy who would be
exporting melons. Did you?
What'd you find, Rambo?
No cocaine over here.
But the Ambassador's got some sweet melons.
Hey, Vendramin.
I'm going to the control center
to add the photo we have of the Ghosts and see what happens.
Did that guy tell you anything?
Not much, but maybe it was enough.
Some guys, for example the Ambassador,
hide the drugs by stuffing the cocaine into…
Fruits.
Yeah, he mentioned that.
-A lot of guys use-- -Melons.
Exactly.
But the logistics are more difficult.
We're going to head over to the warehouse office
and see if we can find anything else out. I'll call if we do.
Okay. Keep me posted.
This reminds me of when we were in Mato Grosso.
Back then, we were looking through prisoner records to catch Soulless.
Remember?
Yeah, I remember.
Almost the exact damn job now.
Yeah, except back then, I was the grumpy one.
Well, I didn't have a killer chasing me back then.
What I'm trying to say is, like, I think that, you know,
we're always going through something.
We spend more time together than with our families,
with our boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, whatever.
And we're always going through stuff, ours and other people's.
We're cops, Benício. That's all part of the job.
Wait.
It's an exporting contract for the fruit. Look.
It says here that buyer is a company in Antwerp, Belgium.
So what do we have here?
A warehouse in Santos that's connected to the Ambassador
that just happens to be located in one of the largest ports
for importing European drugs.
I can't believe it. Look at the date here on the deal.
Let me see.
Damn. Today.
He planned on shipping the melons tonight?
That's what the contract says.
We're pretty sure their plan was to stuff the melons with cocaine.
But now the cocaine is with Isaac,
the melons aren't an option for him anymore.
These drugs are getting shipped out tonight, but in another way.
Okay, so listen. I'll call in more agents and forensics as well.
I wanna comb through these contracts and check every single melon.
Once the backup team arrives, you head back to the docks.
Douglas, find out what ships are departing for Antwerp today.
-Yes, ma'am. -I need you two to stay alert, okay?
We don't know exactly what we're dealing with.
-Okay. -Copy that. Thanks.
Let's go.
-How you doing, Deputy? -Good.
Come in. We have 584 cameras throughout the city.
-If your guy shows up, we'll catch him. -Awesome.
You have a picture?
That's him.
Zoom in.
There.
That was this morning.
-Can we get the shop's address? -Of course.
Look up the address.
So this guy comes in and ends up leaving with a ton of bags.
Probably the best sale you've ever made, right?
I don't know what to tell you. I'm not the one who helped him.
-Hi. -Hey.
Everything okay here?
Yeah, they're asking me who helped the guy who came in this morning.
-The one who bought a bunch of stuff-- -Guy? What guy?
-This guy here. -Oh yeah, it was me. I helped him.
He was a really nice guy, actually.
-What do you need to know about him? -Everything. What he bought. How he paid.
Anything that might help us find him.
I'm sending over a list of all the ships departing from Santos today
that will pass through or dock in Antwerp. Stay alert.
They only found three ships? Is that it?
Three that will dock in Antwerp. Hang on.
-Hey, Saldanha. -Hey, boss.
Lobo was here this morning. Bought nearly every bag they had in stock.
Said he was donating it to an orphanage.
Yeah.
So they're not shipping the drugs in a container now, that's for certain.
Yeah, I don't think so.
You know what they're gonna do, right?
They're going to use the fishing method.
Gonna hoist that shit up.
I agree, but we still have to figure out which ship it is.
-Ma'am. -Yeah?
Remember that case where the prosecutors in Paraguay connected
the Ambassador to Greco, that Italian wanted by Interpol?
I remember.
Two ships will pass through Italy before heading to Antwerp.
They're each leaving from different docks.
Isaac is controlling, detailed.
He'll be watching a deal this big very precisely.
We'll catch this son of a bitch.
We can't let this opportunity slip.
-We need to check out both ships. -We're on our way to the port now.
Slow down, bro. Slow down. Slow down!
There you go.
All right, let's get this done.
Grab it.
Fuck!
Lift!
One of the ships is leaving soon. There's no time to get a police boat.
You're right. We need to improvise.
Federal Police!
We need you to take us to the other side.
Thanks.
From this boat, we'll be able to spot them
without drawing attention to ourselves.
If they're even here, right? They may not be in Santos.
You should have faith in our work.
Your version of Buddhism is bullshit, man.
Ah, come on.
The real problem is
if they're in a speedboat, this little dinghy won't be able to keep up.
You know that, right?
I guess we approach on land.
Go!
Five minutes. Shit! Five minutes left. We need to haul ass!
Last one?
-Let's go. -Yeah.
Fuck yeah!
We loaded all of it!
Nice work over there!
Hell yeah! We fucking did it!
Holy shit. That's them.
Benício.
Soulless is driving the boat.
We spotted them leaving the north dock
sailing through the channel They must have loaded the drugs already.
They're in a… 30- to 40-foot black and white speedboat.
We're following them.
We'll keep our distance until backup gets here.
Copy that. We're heading there now.
You know, bro, we work pretty well together. Fuck!
There's a spot in my gang if you want it.
Go fuck yourself, Isaac.
The speedboat's stopping.
-Give me some space. -Yeah, you got it.
It's yours.
If we miss our chance here, we're fucked.
-I'm going. -Go. It's clear.
Go, go, go, go.
Damn, Lobo. We did it, man!
My boy!
Give me some cover. I'll cross to the other side.
Copy.
I count three men. Go, go, go. They're looking the other way. Run, run!
All good?
-Sup, Soulless? -Sup, bro?
Federal Police!
On your right! On your right!
Left side. Left!
Fuck!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move it!
-I'm here! -I got you.
I'm moving in! Cover me!
Fuck!
Gun down! Put the gun down!
-It's over. Drop the gun now! -Show me your hands!
Show me your hands! Get them up!
-I'm going after Soulless! -Wait for backup! Fuck!
Dammit, Benício!
Remember me, motherfucker?
You're the bitch who murdered my brother, you motherfucker.
Shit! What the fuck?
-We need to go, now! -Fuck, Lobo!
Get up!
Here. Come on!
-I'm not going anywhere! -This place is crawling with cops.
That was the bitch who killed Gabriel! Fuck!
Fuck, let's put her down.
Suellen, Benício, come in. We found the ship.
Let me see your face, you bitch.
I promise I'm not going after your daughter.
What's her name? Ayhu, right? You bitch!
Suellen, do you copy?
Lobo!
Fuck!
Fuck that!
You motherfucker! You coward! You little pussy!
You're going back to hell, you fuckin' son of a bitch.
In this life or the next.
I'll go.
But I'll only go
when he decides.
He? He?
What's it all been for?
And why?
It's not why, man.
It's for whom.
I've taken you down once,
and I'm ready to do it as many times as I have to.
I'm not going down.
Not today.
"Leave room
for the wrath of God,
for it is written,
'Do not be overcome by evil,
but overcome evil with good.'"
"Overcome evil with good."
Give this…
to my son.
Give this…
…to my son.
My son…
He doesn't seem so big now that he's dead.
Well, maybe he was only big in my mind.
Are you relieved?
Honestly?
You left me with Isaac.
We confiscated the drugs. We're wrapping up here. Copy?
Suellen.
We need to write down everything that happened
for the operation report.
Yeah, I know that.
We know that, boss.
Deputy, the Federal Police have carried out a huge drug raid.
What can you tell us about it?
Our officers have seized two tons of cocaine
that was scheduled to ship from the largest Latin American port…
Look at him, shirt all starched up.
The man didn't even get his hands dirty, but he's the one taking questions.
They should interview us instead.
It's been a historical apprehension by the Federal Police.
But more than that,
this is a message to all criminal organizations
that operate within our country, leaving a trail of violence in their wake.
And the message is clear. The Federal Police are a step ahead,
and we will not rest until we find everyone involved in these organizations.
Without arresting those in charge,
isn't this operation completely useless?
This operation is a result
of long hours and hard work by the Federal Police of Foz do Iguaçu.
And I wouldn't say that it's useless.
On the contrary, we're dismantling these drug-trafficking operations.
Again and again, again and again
I wanna make it
I wanna make it wit chu
Anytime, anywhere
I wanna make it
-Again and again -I wanna make it wit chu…
Hey, Dad. Check out the view from my new room.
It's freezing here in the Netherlands.
I'm glad you're liking the new job.
Send more pics of your dog, by the way.
Let's go, Shiva! Let's get to work, huh?
Good boy. Search.
I wanna make it…
This one.
-Again and again -I wanna make it wit chu
-Again and again and again and again -I wanna make it
And again
CALABRIA SOUTHERN ITALY
I ordered two tons, and I got zero.
Damn those motherfuckers.
The Feds were actually chasing your men.
I can cover your loss
if we can agree on three more shipments, port to port,
from Bolivia to any European port you choose.
You don't have the capacity.
You could look for another supplier,
but with this quantity on this route?
Buona ventura.
Fine.
But you're covering my loss.
And the thief? The fucking Ghost?
-Nice place, playboy. -Like it?
Welcome, partner.
Ghosts don't exist, brother.
And the border? Everything good there?
The border?
The border is dominated, brother.