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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

told them about, Mr Miller's friend Samuel. But after the bust, Samuel had fled, flying from Bali to Batam Island, on to Singapore and home free. Marco was glad his friend was safe, but he now felt truly alone.

During the interrogation, Marco was treated surprisingly well, surrounded by guns, but watered and fed endless room service; mostly his choice of shrimp, nasi goreng and beers. Unlike Alberto, he was ostensibly co-operating, using his gift of the gab to answer their inexhaustible questions pleasantly and politely, telling stories of his boat ride up the Amazon, and confessing the name of his boss — the Californian man John Miller, who unfortunately had vanished.

I make a professional story. I say the boss is John Miller, the big drug dealer from America. I can never really tell the boss's name, because the only person to help me is my boss. If I report him, who will help me? No way, man. You have to shoot me to say my boss's name.

– Marco

John Miller is a fake name. John Miller doesn't exist. John Miller is Samuel and Carlino and Marco, because they were the bosses. They use John Miller because Miller in Brazil is a beer, an American beer.

– Andre

Three days later, Marco was again moved in a police convoy back to Bali and handcuffed to another hotel room bed — this time in downtown Kuta. He was finally charged with drug trafficking under Law No. 22/1997 on narcotics — which carries death by firing squad if convicted — and was sent to Tangerang Prison near Jakarta, to await trial.

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