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What happened?

What the fuck do we do now, Manuel? The whole Army will be on our ass!

God has already shown me the way.

And what is this fucking way?

Why don't you wait for me upstairs? I'll be right up with a drink.

-Yeah. -Yeah?

How old is she?

You're all over the news, asshole.

The shipment left safe and sound. I did my job.

What do you want?

A meeting with the Leyras.

You're too hot to go near them now.

It's not a question.

Ah... Hey!

What's all this? You think I give a shit about her?

Kill her. Kill her, motherfucker. Go on!

I think you're misunderstanding our presence here.

You're a dead man, asshole. You and all your shitbag men. Get it?

How do you think we got in?

By politely asking your goons if we could have a chat with you?

Mexico trained us to be the best. And we are.

That's why I want to suggest

you make life easier for your bosses, the Leyras...

or make it more difficult for them.

Why don't you cut the bullshit

and tell me what the fuck you're doing in my house?

I already told you, a meeting.

- Or else? - Or else...

I'll boil you alive.

Starting with your feet and when they're cooked,

I'll cut them off

and I'll keep you alive so you can eat them...

right down to the toenails.

What do you say?

-Hello, Chief. Who are these guys? -They came to see the boss.

-Open up, motherfucker. -Open up.

God has told me that our future lies in your organization.

You can tell your God

that a bunch of ex-soldiers don't do me any good.

We don't see things from the same perspective, sir.

What perspective are you talking about, Manuel?

You aren't taking advantage of your dominance in the marketplace.

You keep selling wholesale when you could be selling retail.

So you're suggesting to pay the dealers on every street?

That's impossible.

You don't have to pay them, you just have to control them.

And that's our expertise.

And you need all these men for this?

-Who is the least skilled? -We're all skilled.

I didn't ask that. The least skilled...

One, two, three...

I'll pick four.

The fifth... we'll kill him.

Well, I say... we'll kill this one.

This little shit, okay?

But I don't know, you decide. What?

We need men who obey.

- You need loyal men. - Loyal to us, asshole!

Come on.

- Easy! - Shoot, asshole, shoot!

I'll wipe out everyone you've ever known!

Jacinto...

We came here to work. All of us.

God wants it this way.

Hey...

>Let's talk, Manuel.

There is no way we can take the ship to Gioia Tauro.

Our best bet is to do what the Mexican said.

Trans-ship in the port of Dakar, get a clean boat and finish that way.

Until then, we shut down AIS and INMARSAT and we stay out of sight.

Okay.

Chart a course for Senegal.

Sounders. I want full speed, all the way there.

-Add whatever watches you need. -Yes, sir.

I was boarded by pirates once.

It was many years ago, when your father still liked to sail.

Six of them boarded, held us at gunpoint.

Your father was a tougher man than anyone had ever met, but...

when you have a rifle between the eyes...

There is no such thing as a hero at sea.

-Mister Lynwood, can I help you? -I just want to see it in action.

-You need ear protection. -I know.

I was just in the aux engine room.

And I noticed there was oil everywhere.

The cylinders were loose, they were pouring oil.

I'm sure somebody just missed it on the maintenance check.

No, every single one of the filters was loose.

If we hit rough waters, started up those engines

there'd be a fire in ten minutes.

I know what I am talking about, you know that.

I grew up on your boats.

I tend not to assume malice when stupidity's on the table.

They didn't just loosen themselves.

Don't worry. I've been working with those guys for many years.

Your father knows them.

All of them.

Luzvimino, right?

-You work in the oil room? -Yes, sir.

Nice boat, isn't it?

We thought about going with a two-stroke,

but after looking at the start-up cost we decided to go with this one.

Do you need something, Mr Lynwood?

Why are you trying to start an engine fire?

What do you mean?

I have you on tape unscrewing the oil cylinders on one of the aux engines.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't fuck with me!

I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on.

Why are you trying to burn down my ship?

He told me to do it, I'm sorry, pal. I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

Who told you?

Who the fuck told you?

The Chief engineer.

Have you talked to anyone about this?

No, I came straight to you, but we need to call Emma.

No, no, no! It's too dangerous.

Anything with the transmitter stays off until we unload.

-I need to tell her what's going on. -You don't need to tell her anything.

Fuck. Fuck! No!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

You need a ride home.

How long have you been doing this work?

Since I was 20.

I love the sea.

You can see the Strait of Messina from my window.

I hate the sea.

I hate these new mega ships that sail on their own,

the Filipino crews paid peanuts who don't even know what the sea is.

It wasn't like that before. When I started, it was all different.

Turn right, here.

Why don't you quit?

-What else could I do? -Enjoy life.

We can get you 100,000 dollars the day after tomorrow.

And a million euros when it's done, wherever you want.

What do you want?

We want to be sure the shipment never gets to Gioia Tauro.

-How? -I don't care how.

What matters is that no one ever knows it was you or us.

-Edward Lynwood was my friend. -Now he's dead.

Right?

: What's your brother's wife doing here?

Where's Nicola? He was supposed to meet us.

Your brother didn't come home. He's been missing since yesterday.

He had to see a guy, but I don't know who.

Come with Uncle.

It's your fuckin' grandfather.

What a lovely parmigiana!

The American's back.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Ah ha!

-Look how you've grown! -My knees reach your shoulders.

-Tell me how much you missed Daddy. -This much.

This much?

-Do you know how much I missed you? -No.

This much!

Go with Mommy.