Original subtitles

In the 90s, cocaine trafficking and the control of Madrid's discos

was in the hands of a gang that monopolized

hundreds of front covers and TV programs: the Miamis.

"The Immortal" was the boss. This story is inspired by his reign

and the city that saw him die so many times.

The dialogue and some situations and characters

have been fictionalized for the benefit of dramatization.

6 MONTHS LATER

PRIVATE HUNTING ESTATE

THE IMMORTAL

Go, Fermín Cacho!

Fermín Cacho is the strongest.

Fermín Cacho, he's coming...

100... 120 meters.

Follows the third. He's going in hard.

He's going to win.

He's going to take the gold.

He's going to win the gold.

Fermín Cacho is going to be a gold-medal Olympic champion.

-Gold medal! -Gold medal!

Hey!

How are you doing?

Let's go, let's go.

Go for it.

Let's go, guys, go.

-Come on, go for it. -Come on, go.

Go, go, go.

Go for it. Go for it.

Don't go fag on me, come on.

We're going out tonight, guys.

What's this shit?

-Your brother. -Come on, let's go.

Come on, guys, go for it.

What is this, Sebas?

It's to motivate them, so they go faster.

Come on, go, guys.

Come on, go, go, go.

Come on, go, go, go. Go for it.

Don't go fag on me, come on.

Guys, a bonus if you finish an hour earlier.

Fuck, anyone can do that!

How much is there?

With the summer slump, there's enough snow till Christmas.

Let's see.

I don't see it, no.

If my parents find out you've moved in, they'll disinherit me.

With the dough I got now,

I can keep you, your family, even distant cousins.

Who said I want to be kept?

Very handsome.

Shit, man.

Fede. Fede, Fede. Here, Fede.

-Tell us about your next game. -What's up, guys?

Are you signing to another team?

-It's all good. Thanks. -There are rumors.

No football today, okay, guys? I'm here to join a friend.

Only cars today.

Hey, José.

-Hey, Fede. Thanks for coming. -You're welcome.

José set all this up.

He's a great businessman, he'll be in the spotlight soon.

And he's one of ours, right?

The other guys, more like.

-Isa, Fede. -Hi, how are you?

Shall we go in?

-Fede, Fede. -Caballero! Hey!

-Thanks for coming. -You're welcome.

-How are you? -Great. And you?

Great.

Is he an asshole or what? I told him, no photos.

And he says I'm a Madrid fan.

Don't complain, he's put on a fucking great promotion.

Carlitos, how is it?

I like this car, it's really good.

You like it? Don't eat inside it. Try the other one, you'll see.

-Come here. Carlitos. -I told you.

-Don't let him eat inside, Mom. -I told him.

They're beautiful, but I don't know who'd spend so much on a car.

Important people. You know who bought this?

The Ibiza Hotels guy.

-The black model guy? -Hey.

He's in Hola every week.

Your girlfriend's a posh asshole.

What happened?

She'll lend me a dress next time, she says.

-What's wrong with this one? -I don't know.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

Then what's wrong?

Carlitos, do you like it or not? Are you keeping it?

You bet!

-You, upstairs. -José.

José.

How are you?

Good. Caballero's with that fool,

tell him we're meeting upstairs.

The photo guy can fuck off home.

Do I tell Sebas?

Marcelo's been told. 50 kilos are coming next week.

It's hard to shift what we've already got.

We're going to expand the business.

Expand where?

Ibiza.

Marbella. Wherever we want.

What about the logistics?

How is it transported? It's another operation, man.

Congratulations, guys.

You've got a high-class concession.

Thanks to you, Caballero. Thanks for bringing your people.

-A pleasure. -Blondie.

No shit. Thanks a lot.

For Fede, for services rendered.

Wait here, I'll be right back.

José.

José.

Did you talk about Ibiza yet?

Yes, you stay in Madrid, okay?

No way I'm staying, fuck that. Let Blondie stay.

I've wanted to go to Ibiza all my fucking life.

Another time, Sebas, we're going to work.

You trust that girl who stole from you more than me?

She stole from you, stud.

-Bitch! -Get a drink.

-You gonna fuck him too? -Come on, don't be jealous.

Let's take Sebas to Ibiza.

Are you serious?

We're gonna have a fucking ball.

The guys who sell pills on the island

won't be happy to see us.

Then we'll get Juanita and Luis to explain it to them.

I ended up with the fucking Miami jacket, girl.

They don't suit a private plane.

Why aren't you wearing it?

For that reason and because only Chanel suits me.

-Guys! -What's up, Caballero?

Good afternoon.

Juanita and Luisita are coming to.

-Here? -How are you, Fede?

Champ! We go up, right?

-Up you go. -Let's go, Luis.

If you've got a football here, they'll chew it up.

Let's go. Here, a little...

Here, for you.

There. Drink up.

Drink. Let's go.

Hey, that's a bad idea, they'll get rat-arsed.

Here's a rat's arse for you.

Come on, let's get to it.

A lot of luggage today, eh, Caballero?

-Yes. -What have you got?

Clothes. Though in this heat I don't think we'll need much.

Handbag and daypack, please.

Rocha!

As I promised. The ball signed by everyone.

I'm working on the shirts, you'll have them next week.

-Do you want to see anything? -Enjoy the island.

Thanks a lot, gentlemen.

Have a good day.

Come on, shit!

-Doggies! -Blondie!

Ibiza!

-Caballero! -Ibiza, let's go!

Let's go!

-Look at them! -Let's go!

Blondie, don't open this in front of my friend.

You don't want him to see my G-strings?

The footballer's a party boy, but he's not into that.

A shame, I like challenges.

Challenges? What you like is a good dick.

What a mansion!

What is this?

Is this yours? Are you buying or renting?

This is classy, elegant.

What's up, Blondie?

Are you freakin', or what?

Have you ever seen anything like it?

Luxury, shit, luxury!

Let's go, Caballero!

Stop fucking around the with dog.

Nice!

Into the water!

What's with that tape? You're on the camera all day.

Shut the fuck up! Blondie!

An Ibizan spliff!

Let's go!

You gotta be tacky to have your initials on the pool.

I think it's cool.

You have so much to learn, Grasshopper.

You'd love to have this place full of our kids.

Say that again and I'll toss you into the pool from here.

Choose.

This one.

And this one.

You're not giving me a kid even if you shackle me.

So shackles are in now.

Now you want shackles.

Shackles.

Did you see the tits on Miss Spain?

They're my dad's work.

Your dad's a scalpel jockey? Is it expensive?

Do you want to get some?

If with that face she was Miss Spain,

with new tits I'd be Miss Universe.

Honey, nice butt!

Hello.

Guys.

Is this a fucking circus, or what?

You're a circus, you fag.

Here's where they have the foam festival, right?

The foam festival?

Thanks.

-That's for hicks. -Thanks a lot.

This is the real Ibiza. Get it?

Fuckers drink champagne like it was beer.

But don't worry, when my merchandise comes

I'll start a bunch of joints and fuck all of Ibiza.

Yes, you'll be businessman of the year.

Come here, you.

Where's your contact?

Get off, shit.

Where's the contact?

His session finishes in 40 minutes.

You're shitting me.

DJ Silvio.

Divine.

Gimme a tequila.

Fuck, Perla!

It's been ages!

What are you doing in this dump?

Nobody likes limping go-go girls.

How's Maui?

I haven't seen her for ages.

I'll get more later.

Hi, Maui.

Hello, Sebas.

Try it, it's good.

Not me.

Go on, one line.

Ibiza without beach and drugs, isn't Ibiza.

-Amen. -You not having any?

Look, we'll let you have what we brought at 50%.

Then, at sale, 60-40.

If you like the idea...

next week you can have 50 kg here, if you want.

-What? -Do you like the beach?

I like it, sure.

I'll wait downstairs.

He's on board.

What?

In bed he's a god, that's all I'll say.

Silvio!

I love Madrid, but they don't have this.

Do you know what else we don't have in Madrid?

Patience, man.

Look, Rober!

-Guys! -Check out the Italian.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Perla, another bottle.

Get outta here and stop fucking around.

Fucking around?

You know she got fired from the Academy, right?

They won't even let her serve drinks.

People think if they hire her, your brother will get pissed off.

Careful what you say about my brother.

Careful.

She doesn't even have taxi money.

So hit the fucking road.

Wait, I'll take you home.

Okay.

Let's go to...

You'll fall over... Let's go to Siroco, it's right by here.

-No. -Yes.

No. I want to go home.

-You want to go home? -Yes. Now.

I'll take you, I've got the car here.

-Sebas. -What?

Nothing.

I'll go with Perla.

-"I'll go with Perla." -Yes, I'll go with Perla.

-Listen. -What?

Don't tell your brother we saw each other, yeah?

-Please. -No.

Promise me?

What the fuck...?

What are you thinking?

Are you fucking broke?

Take the money. Let's fuck.

Excuse me? Motherfucker!

You've been prick-teasing me all night.

You're shit, like your brother.

Why are you acting so prissy? If you're broke...

I'll crack your fucking skull!

-With fucking thing? -Get outta here!

Get outta here, you bastard!

-Get outta here! -Fuck you both, you sluts.

Get outta here!

-Fuck you both! -Get outta here, you idiot!

Sluts!

Sluts!

Calm down, okay?

Out of the way!

Out of the way I said!

-Let's go. -Out of the way!

Let's go now.

You know the good thing about doing business naked?

I know you don't have a gun.

Fifty-fifty.

Go home and get some sleep.

Do you know who I am?

-Yeah. -Yeah? Then get out of the way.

Go or I'll fuck you up.

Get away from the door, man.

Fucking hell!

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Carlitos, I'm alright.

-What happened to you? -I'm fine, leave me alone.

Son!

-What did they do to you? -Nothing, Mom. Nothing.

-Let me see you. -Leave me alone.

-Look at me. -Leave me alone.

-Look at me! -Leave me the fuck alone!

-Leave me alone. -Look at me!

Leave me the fuck alone.

Sebastian, really...

Let me see you.

Are you asleep?

No way. It's the hangover.

I've been thinking about something.

I want to get married.

To Isa.

Fuck off, you've been living with her for a month.

No, no, this is... different.

What are you planning?

Shut up, you bastard.

What's so funny?

What are you planning?

Sorry, sorry.

Did you take it seriously?

No.

Hey!

What's up?

-It's all good, eh? -Hey there.

Look at these two.

Hey!

Sebas.

We gonna box?

Warm up, I'll be right up.

-What happened to you? -Nothing, I fell.

Listen we've got a meeting now.

Fill me in later, I'm not a part of it.

Carlitos!

We're heading home!

Come on.

We're taking the merchandise in the footballer's plane.

Caballero's taking care of it all.

How much are we loading?

50 kilos, all the new stuff.

-Good. -What happened to my brother?

I don't know, he didn't say anything.

But he got fucked up, man.

Want me to find out?

You're going to Ibiza with Blondie.

Ibiza!

-You dig Ibiza? -Yeah.

Look, he's laughing, man.

You'll freak, man.

What's up, tough guy? Where's Sebas?

He's not at home.

You're gonna strike it rich.

Yes, encourage him.

But he's good.

He's been glued to the TV since he got back from the gym.

He's going to turn stupid.

I already am stupid.

Come into the kitchen, we have to talk.

You're a hotshot.

What a fright.

I almost had to take Carlitos to Emergencies.

Did he say who beat him up?

The bouncers at some bar. He was out of his head.

This was in his jeans.

I'm going to study.

-No way. -You're staying.

What have I got to do with Sebas' mess?

Shut up and listen, you're family too.

Sit down, go on.

I don't care what you do outside or where you get the money,

but this shit doesn't come into my home.

You want your brother to turn into a junkie

like half the neighborhood?

We had enough with your father to deal with this now.

Fuck.

Go on, give me a hug.

I'm sorry.

Take care of your brother.

Yes, shit.

You're too big now to get beaten up.

Amazing, she got all "boss lady."

-Hey, you. -What?

What are you doing now?

I've got a job to do.

Which do you prefer?

I don't know what posh chicks like, the most expensive one, for sure.

-Which do you like more? -Me? Maui.

Carmen, don't fuck with me.

José, that girl's not like us.

No matter how much money you make...

I'm asking you a simple question.

Look at them.

Which do you like more?

What kind?

This one?

Sure?

Alright...

Can I go now?

Thanks.

Fede's little gift.

If they find the coke on the plane, goodbye to the good life,

the golden boots and living like a king.

How did he find out what we want the plane for?

He's a footballer, not a dickhead, honey.

You know what they call you?

The Miamis.

Every time you turn up in those jackets,

they don't know if you'll set the dogs on them or beat them up.

-Come on. -No, "come on," no.

Do you think Fede's going to risk his career for you?

Convince him.

I tried, but he doesn't even want to talk to me.

Fuck.

I told the president, kick him out or I get risk money.

Bastard, the kick he gave me...

What the fuck...?

What's up, asshole?

-How are you, Fede? -How are you?

What do you think?

Everything alright?

The human body's a curious thing. Look.

This is... the patella.

-What? -The patella?

I know it as the kneecap.

There.

-There, right? -Yes.

Can you imagine a fracture there, man?

It must take ages to heal, right?

Okay! What do you want?

Dedicate a goal to me this weekend, fuck it.

I can't lend you the plane, my career's at stake.

Yeah?

God!

Okay, okay, okay.

Fuck. I'll lend you the fucking plane.

Don't hurt me, okay?

Two goals he scored against my team last year.

This asshole?

Two.

Now it's personal, man.

Joaquín, two coffees, please.

How are you?

Fine, but I don't feel like coffee.

Got a moment to talk?

I can't leave it for this guy.

Come on, shit.

Sebas, I'm asking you, please.

You hear me or not, man? Come on.

Go near it and I'll kick your ass to Peking, eh?

Is that Fausti there?

What is this?

What do you want?

What the fuck's wrong with you?

-Me? -Yeah.

Nothing's wrong with me.

What's wrong with you?

If something doesn't turn out exactly how you like

or not up to your standard, then fuck it.

Whoever it is, you don't care, fuck it.

"Next"! Thanks a lot.

I saw Maui the other day.

She's fucked.

Since you left her, no one's got the balls to hire her.

Don't do that to me, eh, José?

I'm not Maui.

You wanna ignore me? Okay, ignore me, man.

Go off with Fausti

and Blondie, whoever you want.

Call me weak, whatever you want.

-Get in your car and go. -I didn't call you weak.

Look what they did to my face, and you staring at me...

What do you want to say?

If you didn't go on your own, this wouldn't happen to you.

Look, squirt...

Come with me, man.

Come on, you bastard.

Sebas.

That'll do.

There.

Clean off the blood right, I don't want us getting AIDS.

How are you?

Well get ready, you're going to Ibiza with Blondie.

-You stay in Madrid with us. -Seriously?

Yes.

If you want me to trust you, cut that shit out.

Last time, to celebrate.

Do what you want.

If Mom catches you, she'll have both our balls.

Look.

So...? Am I looking good?

Looking good.

I'm sick to death of this, man.

Please, this way.

Do you mind if it's that table?

That one? As you wish. Please...

-What's your name? -Ramón.

Nice to meet you.

-José Antonio. -A pleasure.

Thank you.

I'll bring the menu right away.

-Great. -Alright?

Cheers.

Don't touch the food like that, please.

That noise, no.

-What? -That's so gross.

Thank you.

Look.

"Pro-feeta-rolls."

What's his problem?

I don't know if you know him or...

I've got my back to him.

Do I have to talk to him?

No one looking at me.

What's this?

How does it open?

Gimme that. Posh chicks...

Change it if you don't like it.

I'm knocked out.

The shackles.

Will you marry me?

José, I can't get married.

I mean, I can't because I'm already married.

I'm sorry.

How are you, tough guy?

Will you let me play?

You want to play?

Sure. Hold on.

Wait, I'll get killed.

Fuck.

José.

I love you.

I love you too, you bastard.

We're there, having a fucking nice dinner.

It's all perfect, I put the ring down...

and she tells me she's married.

You're shitting me.

Yeah, shit...

I don't know what her deal is with this guy,

they've separated, but... they haven't signed the papers.

Don't laugh, I'll sock you.

Don't laugh.

What do you want me to do?

Grandma!

What do I tell this guy?

I don't understand love stuff, I'm too old and worn out.

The old bat.

Then she'll go all Colombo on me.

What do you care if you already live with her?

Did you bring that thing?

Yeah, shit, I got it inside.

I'll get it in a sec.

Pepa, you into football?

I prefer my washing machine.

Here.

I have to make a note of this.

No, it's a personal matter.

Sure, but then my accounts don't add up.

Put... whatever you like.

Sure, but as what?

-As what? -Yeah.

Outstanding debt.

-Okay? -Fine.

-Go on. -Right.

Coming!

Thanks.

You're still looking good.

Forgive me, Maui,

I was a bastard to you and you don't deserve it.

It's alright, I'm fine.

I'm great.

How is it with the other girl?

I brought you something.

What is it?

Open it up.

You need it and I can give it to you.

Keep it or do what you want.

Who do you think I am, José?

Am I a whore? Am I weak, you bastard?

Do I need your blood money?

Yeah, go. But take your fucking money.

Take your money, you bastard.

"Fede Mancebo out of the Derby".

Gil, fuck that.

After this, they'll make my brother president.

They act tough on the field and then...

Blondie, you like football, huh?

Sure, from the balcony.

-You can be such a bitch. -Always a nasty comeback.

Ibiza!

Let's go!

What's wrong?

It's the cops.

It's for us.

I said you can't drive like that around Ibiza.

Hold it, hold it.

You know what we got in back? Do you want to ruin me?

Put that away. Please!

Fucking hell.

-Fuck, it's Rocha. -You know him?

Yeah, he's a Guardia Civil. I know him. Stop.

Take it easy.

Rocha.

You know this guy too?

Out of the car, registration, hands on the hood.

Is there a problem?

Excuse me, registration and keys, please.

I need a few signatures, but I have the shirts for your son.

Come on, hands on the hood.

Take it easy.

Is there a problem...?

A check. Hands on the hood.

Didn't you say you knew him?

-I do. -Got anything here?

She was there.

Trunk.

It's just some clothes for a few days in Ibiza.

We're going to Amnesia tonight.

Lots of work in Madrid.

Everything alright?

-It's all good. -Who's this now?

The Italian.

Silvio, tell the officer that this is a misunderstanding.

Where the fuck are you going?

Hey, relax, relax.

Fucking move it.

Let me speak.

Silvio.

They're fucking us over.

Fuck me!

They're robbing us for being assholes, Blondie.

What are you doing?

Fuck you!

Take the kid to the car and get him to shut the fuck up.

You don't know what you're doing. You're dead.

When José Antonio gets here, you're dead.

I'm gonna fuck you up!

What do we have here?

What are you doing, Silvio?

Nice clothes, Blondie.

He's robbing us, don't you see?

Rocha, one for you

and the other to put Blondie and the big star in jail.

A pleasure, take care.

Silvio, let's be reasonable.

Son of a bitch.

Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

They sent me back to give you a message.

Look at the dedication.

SEE YOU, BUDDY!

Do you know them?

I should've shot him right here.

No, he would've killed you.

Sure, sure.

I'm already looking for a lawyer for them, eh?

This needs a response.

No, if you want, we can let it slide.

I'm told they're being taken to jail in Ibiza.

It's true, there's no beach in Madrid,

but balls we've got plenty of.

Hands down.

Out.

What the fuck...?

It's yours, right?

Maybe we'll let you go and a shark can eat you.

You idiot, we're in Ibiza, there are no sharks.

Where have you got it?

Down.

Don't complain, you love the Mediterranean.

Like some water?

So, if you don't have it, who does?

You're crazy, man.

What do you do in Madrid is your thing,

but the bosses here run rings around you.

And what about you?

Not me, not me.

The people that really matter.

Who?

Someone who, before you can get close,

would crush you and your small-time hoods.

Horacio Hernán.

There's money here, eh?

Look.

Fuck, that woman.

What a bastard!

Those aren't Titans, man.

No, this is next-level.

I set the level here.

Tell Rober, we're going back to Madrid.

What's this?

For you.

Do you want to have dinner?

So that's the boss of the fucking Miamis.

He's got a nice car.

These thugs are all the same. They think they're Richard Gere.

I'll give it to you another day, I've got no change.

And my mother freaking out.

I said "Well, that's it, we're all here."

Let's do this right.

Will you marry me?

José...

I don't care about your ex-husband.

Will you marry me?

You never stop until you get what you want, huh?

Of course.