For those season workers who have pivoted to the drug trade
and kept it professional,
there is serious organized crime-level
money to be made.
Aidan has gone quickly from bartending
to making an absolute fortune dealing.
So where are we going now?
Are they part of a gang,
the person that you owe this money to?
And did he originally come here as a season worker?
Is that how you came here?
Jesus, that is a wad of cash.
How much is that?
And that’s money that you’ve made for someone?
And what’s the portion that you got?
So he’s going to give some cash to another dealer,
who I’m assuming he got his supply off.
It’s 18,000 euros,
and he’s saying that he made double that.
I can see why he stopped working as a bartender.
What’s it for?
Because it’s the end of season?
So would you consider yourself low-level scale?
Even though you’re making times two 18,000?
Aiden has his first deal of the day,
so the crew has to sit creepily in the back.
So the way that I understand it
is there’s a lot of different gangs that operate on the island.
Do the season workers never piss these people off?
Do workers ever get themselves into sticky situations.
And you?
That’s probably wise, to be fair.
So what’s this guy getting?
That’s a lot of cocaine!
Wow.
Aiden’s phone won’t stop buzzing,
and it’s time for his next loyal customer.
So do you feel beneath all of this fun,
there’s a dark side of Ibiza?
It feels like just the eternal sesh.
It’s kind of petrifying.
Wow.
That’s bleak.