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SNOWING IN BALI

motherfucker, in the ring you look like a lion, now you look like a kid about to pee your pants, you are shaking like a chicken.'
– Andre

Marco’s taunts only exacerbated the fighter’s nerves. Now he didn’t want to go. Trying to get him to man up, Andre blasted him. ‘Brother, you need to listen to me. You called us for this job. We didn’t come here with 20,000 ecstasy pills for you to get scared. Now we have the Chinese mafia behind us and you don’t want to go. Come on. You go.’

Rafael and Andre had already had a horse busted in Australia using Lycra bike shorts. They’d sent an English guy with coke in his pants to deliver to Rafael’s famous surfer buyer in Sydney, who was continually asking for more stuff. The horse chose to fly to Brisbane then drive down to Sydney, to avoid the Harbour City’s ostensibly more secure airport. But in Brisbane, sniffer dogs took him down.

On the plane, when he goes to piss, he smells the coke and thinks, ‘Oh my god, they’re going to find it.’

Why didn’t he flush it then?

He feels he will get a problem with us.
– Rafael

Andre had organised the English horse’s run in Bali, down to taping his legs and sending him off. As planned, when the horse landed in Brisbane he phoned Andre, who was waiting in the Bali Subak Hotel room, where they’d packed. Andre trained his horses to use his self-created ‘step one, step two’ method. After getting through customs, they were trained to call and say, ‘Step

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