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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.

All the dialogue and some situations and characters

have been fictionalized.

THE IMMORTAL

That's the business.

The Colombians get the cocaine out of their country,

our friends in Galicia pick it up at a place agreed on...

and two hours later we have it in Madrid,

fresh as the seafood.

Then we pay pretty people to avoid suspicion and take it to Ibiza.

Come. You two together.

You with him.

You two together.

Okay. Go. Get the trolley bags.

Let's go.

When it gets to Ibiza, our people pick it up.

That's when they distribute it at the discos,

you can take it to a yacht, wherever.

Once it's in your power, you can take it...

out of the country if you want.

What amount can we talk about?

If you pay, all of Colombia.

I have a client who's determined to do a Mediterranean route.

He goes from port to port with his yacht, making stops.

He likes to take souvenirs to his girlfriends, eh?

-Sure. -Sure.

If you can take them coke, why take them ensaimadas?

We could start with 30 kilos.

Who do we run the orders with?

My brother is our man on the island.

Andrés, try this. Try the Scarlet shrimp.

It's fit for a king.

Good evening, Madrid!

And now what you've all been waiting for.

Straight from TV...

The Troglodytes!

Come on, I'm buying tonight.

José, you have to drink first.

Cheers.

Hey, Rober,

eyes off Jenni, she's taken.

You're a new man, bro.

Clean hooter and new girlfriend, eh?

I'm a dandy, what do you want me to do?

Find yourself another girl.

Why do I have to choose?

You're blowhards.

What's wrong? Jealous?

Which one are you keeping, man?

Whichever's left over.

Congratulations.

You got the wrong place, champ.

Nice fucking wedding, outstanding.

Your wife was beautiful.

What's this about?

Louis Corbalán, inspector.

Relax, I'm here as a civilian, to see the atmosphere.

If I wanted to bust you, I'd bring the cavalry.

I don't know what you mean.

Of course not. Neither do your Colombian friends.

Marcelo looked sharp at your wedding too.

What's this about?

To warn you that tomorrow my people

could come here to see what they can find.

I guess your papers are in order.

I'm not worried, this joint isn't mine.

Of course.

It belongs to an acquaintance, like the gym and all the rest.

Don't worry, friends get a first warning for free.

You and I won't be friends.

We will, you'll see.

In his wife's name, this guy's got a huge house in Puerta de Hierro,

the latest model Mercedes

and a couple of apartments on the beach.

A lot for an inspector's salary, huh?

He's been shaking down the brothels for ages...

and all the Madrid nightclubs.

There's a lot of crooks about.

How do you see it?

We can make a deal with him.

Fuck that. We gotta bust his ass.

It's better to get along with the authorities, José Antonio.

You knew him, right?

Gominas paid him off.

Let's not complicate things, José.

Let's talk to him at least. Talk to him?

Talk to him and explain that nobody fucking shakes me down.

-Gimme the lighter. -Here.

Let me talk to this pig.

He'll ask for a transfer real fast.

Don't even think about it.

Besides, tomorrow the shipment arrives from Ibiza, man.

Seriously, I don't want any crap with the cops.

Let's go, he's getting nervous.

Right, let's go.

Everything alright?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Carlos

Happy birthday to you!

My boy's 30 now!

Where's my present?

Look at him, sharp as a tack.

-"My present," he says. -What present?

-I don't know. -What present?

Have you got a present?

I don't know, maybe this will do.

-A scooter? -I don't believe it. Fuck!

-Thank you. -His idea.

I could kill you two.

Come on, scooter boy.

If anything happens to your brother, you'll see.

Easy, Sebas.

Let's go, Carlitos.

Maybe for my birthday you'll spring for a car.

Yeah, I'll buy you two.

First you need your license.

If he gives me a Mercedes, I'll even get a truck license.

Keep asking and I'll get you a bicycle with training wheels.

Don't worry, I'll convince him.

Want some?

She looks great, doesn't she?

I've never seen her so focused.

She's making an effort.

You are too, I know.

Skinny, give me a hand.

Hold it here and pass me them.

Honey, are you sure you can trust Sebas?

I push him enough already.

And I need someone to give me a hand, Isa.

Besides, he's calmer lately with this girl, right?

Sure, but Ibiza's a lot for someone like your brother.

No more room in here.

Unless you make another hole in the garage...

You're going to turn the house into Swiss cheese.

We can make a barbecue with what's left over.

The most expensive barbecue you've ever had.

What?

What what?

Admit it, you'll miss me when I go.

Yeah, I'll "jill off" all night thinking about you.

I'll get the keys, you get the gear.

POLICE

Fucking disgusting!

Let's go.

This the one they fixed?

It works now, right?

-Everything alright? -Fucking great.

Fill up the bags and throw out the scampi,

it smells like a tomb.

-You're going? -I'm meeting someone.

Don't be a girl and get to work.

Fucking asshole.

-There have always been classes. -Don't shit me, Blondie.

You make it too obvious.

I make it obvious?

You do too, eh?

On the bright side, when he goes to Ibiza you won't be his nanny.

Lighten up, that makes you look ugly.

Give me more of that caviar.

Fuck, Sebas, they don't come to clean until next week.

You fucking pig, man.

Idiot.

We're going, guys.

Keep your pecker up.

Put a condom on that tattoo, you could give her AIDS.

-Really cold, isn't it? -Cold?

No, it's perfect.

You and me in a house like this, eh?

Wanna head for Joy now?

Let's do a bit of this, right?

No.

Put it away or he'll see.

Have you got a curfew as well?

You like your vices, eh?

Motherfucker.

He said he wasn't using.

No, no, stop.

What? Are you cold?

Come on.

Piss off.

And get out of here.

Any blow left?

Then share it with the poor.

Listen, Jenni. Crazy girl, come here.

You know I've never met anyone like you in my fucking life, right?

I never even dreamt it.

So you're coming with me to Ibiza.

When? Now?

To live.

A house on the beach, both of us, fucking all day.

Shopping, the boat, dinner, the lot.

You're going a bit fast. What about my job?

The TV job, fuck that.

Hey...

-Don't freak out, Sebas. -Seriously. Fuck no.

Come here, come here.

Come here.

What do you say? Do we go to Ibiza?

Are you crazy?

Call an ambulance!

-Jenni, Jenni. -Get out.

The other door.

Call an ambulance.

You, call an ambulance.

Shame about the sports car.

I have to talk to the lad.

Got any change?

No coffee for us then.

Though it'd do you good after the night you've had.

Alcohol, blow...

and a poor girl dead because you think you're fucking Fittipaldi.

I'm here to lend you a hand.

The tart doesn't matter now, but you...

Tart? Tart? What's that about a tart?

What are you saying?

Sit down.

Sit down.

You're going to get a few years in the can.

I know some guys who'll love that long hair.

But the report could change to say your girl was driving drunk.

She won't be complaining.

All that matters is what I say.

Of course, you'll have to help me.

A little thing.

Yes, hello?

What? Take it easy.

Who is it?

We were drunk, we didn't want to go to Joy.

She asked me to let her drive.

How was I to know that...?

It's over.

You didn't know, Sebas.

It was an accident, eh?

An accident, yeah.

I'm sorry.

How the fuck did you know?

It's over.

Okay? It's not your fault.

-Okay? -Yeah.

How is he?

You can imagine.

Fucked, I left him at home.

I don't know.

Your poor mother, he'll be the death of her.

I don't get why the fuck he let her drive.

He let her drive his car? He won't even let you.

Because I'm not his girlfriend.

How was he...?

What?

Clean, he was clean.

I just mean that, wasted or not, your brother's always in trouble.

Let's leave it, Isa, okay?

Okay?

You still have time to think about Ibiza.

José...

I'm going to lie down, we've got stuff on later.

I spoke to Silvio. They know about tomorrow.

-And the mules? -Resting up in the hostel.

This has to be a bit less, it's over the top.

We'll take some out.

We'll take out a couple.

You, I told you to rest up.

"Rest up"? If I did, I'd use.

-I'm getting to work. Yeah. -You alright?

Yeah, yeah.

-Give us a hand. -Yeah.

Empty this, and will you take the hotties to the airport tomorrow?

Don't make me get up too early. Fausti, you do the hotties.

Sure, why not?

-There's the money. -Okay.

-Keep it on the lowdown. -Yeah.

Caballero, Caballero. Here.

-What's up? -What's up?

-Nothing. -Relax, relax.

What? Calm down. How many people are there?

Are you alone?

Don't get jumpy, Caballero.

Hello.

Gentlemen.

Queipo.

They can keep dancing if they want.

We won't be long, a bit of entertainment will do us good.

Girls, rehearse that thing from the other day.

Whatever they want.

Queipo, do that ceiling.

-How much was there? -Fucking loads.

-How much is...? -One hundred million pesetas.

This is a kick in the head, we'd have to...

Not now, Rober, not now.

I know what you're thinking.

How the fuck did they find the stash?

We have to talk.

-Then talk. -Alone.

What do you want us to do?

What is it?

José.

What did he tell you?

Who else knew where the money was, apart from us?

You, me, Sebas, Fausti and Blondie.

Shit, José!

Fuck!

Keep me posted, okay? I have to go.

Yes, see you later.

What did you tell my brother?

Nothing, our stuff.

"Our stuff"... I'm your friend, right?

Yes. I was a friend of your girlfriend too.

-Don't talk to me about her. -What the fuck are you doing?

Did you tell him about last night?

That you were coked up? No, I didn't tell him.

I kind of lost it, but I've got it under control.

-I do, Caballero. -Are you sure?

If you tell my brother I was coked up,

I'll slit your throat, got me? Got me?

What the fuck is going on?

Nothing, shit.

Never mind.

Man...

We've still got money to go clubbing.

Remember Tony, the fat guy?

What a jerk.

He scoffed down cakes like they were nuts.

From Private, remember?

Sure I remember Private, we scored for everyone.

But the bastard kept it.

And we went... I went to beat him up.

He left high and dry for a few days.

His dad had taken it. He found out later.

No shit.

I broke his teeth and his dad had taken it.

Do you think...

someone tipped off the cops?

That's what Caballero says.

Fuck!

It can only be two people.

Fausti or Blondie.

I'll make sure first, but... they better get ready.

They'll have nowhere to hide.

Celta - Deportivo... This is one.

Fine, we'll be friends.

But I have two conditions.

The friendship is pure or it isn't.

I want my money back.

Well, we can find a way to do that.

First you're gonna tell me who the fuck played me.

I want to know what fucker told you

where I hide the money.

Here you are.

Are you sure you want to know who it is?

-What did you do, motherfucker? -José!

What are you doing? Let go of him!

You'll kill him. Shit!

-Let go of him... -What the fuck did you do?

Hey, hey, that's enough.

-Fuck. Enough. -Calm down.

José, José...

Let go of him! Let go of him!

Let go, shit! Enough! Enough!

What the fuck's wrong with you? What the fuck are you doing?

Say something! Say it! Say what you did!

I killed her! I was driving! I was fucking wasted!

I'm using again, José!

They were going to put me in jail, put me away, what did you want me to do?

What did you want me to do?

Speak!

Say it, say what you are.

-You want me to say it? -Say it!

And I talked!

They only wanted the money.

-What the fuck are you saying? -They only wanted money!

-No, let him speak! -What the fuck did you do?

Rober, let him speak.

-This is my brother, look. -A fucking rat.

Are you crazy?

You piece of shit, get outta here!

I won't kill you because you're my brother.

Get the fuck outta here.

-Get him out. -Fucking go!

A fucking rat. You're...

Get the fuck outta here! Get outta here! Go!

Motherfucker! Move it!

Who are you, eh?

Who are you?

From now on, Corbalán is with us.

He stops busting our balls for a cut every month.

Tell Ledian we need him.

Do I tell him anything in particular?

That we're gonna get back what they stole from us.

How?

With balls, Blondie.

Here, put this on.

See you tomorrow, okay, cutie? Rest up.

As a girl fell off my skateboard all the time

and my mother always put this cream on.

Sorry.

But if I was really hurt,

it always got infected, I got these nasty scabs.

They'd open up, she'd pour peroxide on me, it was horrible.

She'd say: "If it stings, it's getting better."

Okay, that's it.

You did what you had to do.

Separating from him is best for you and for everyone.

Keep quiet about this, I don't like how things are.

-Okay? -Yes.

What'll you do with the money?

Keep it at home for now.

Let's see who's got the balls to get past the dogs' cage.

When I can I'm going to play the stock market.

Correa's introducing me to a broker friend of his.

A friend from where?

A friend, relax.

He should introduce us to a developer.

We should invest it.

What'll you do with this?

Get it all.

Can I come in?

I saw you on TV the other day.

How is it with Caballero?

What are you doing here, José?

I need you to help me with this.

It's not for you.

You mind it and we'll do like the banks, I give you a commission.

Why me?

Because I trust you, Maui.

-You trust me? -Yes.

I'll take your money and run, eh?

No.

You don't want my money, Maui.

Help me.

You must be happy, huh?

Now you're clear to ask him for Ibiza.

If you don't, I will.

You guys, in the car.

Fausti, Ledian, the van. We're going. Got it?

Good luck.

That cop creeps me out.

Can we trust him?

I'll take care of Corbalán.

Any bullshit and I'll blow your nuts off.

Eusebio passes to Romario. Romario's down.

He's told to get up.

Juanito made the tackle.

Atletico de Madrid looking to counterattack.

It's equal, two on two.

Josémi is supported by Caminero. Caminero could score.

Caminero crosses... Goal to Atletico de Madrid!

-Goal! -Goal!

Goal to Atletico de Madrid!

Atleti fan?

Jesús Gil's a Real fan compared to me.

I told you we'd get on well.

They congratulate each other. They can hardly believe it.

Atlético, a man down, turned the game around.

4-3. 45th minute...

Fuck, go!

Yeah, laugh, this year you've had more coaches than goals.

Watch this goal, it could be controversial,

the play just before...

-What are they doing? Fuck! -Fuck!

God!

Get out of the van!

Let's go!

Get out, you bastard! Out!

He tosses the ball in the face of...

On the left, a look of disbelief,

in contrast to the jubilation on the Atlético de Madrid bench.

Hurry up, go!

Go, go, go!

Luis, this man's buying.

In the final moment. Let's see it from another angle.

Looks like he touched him.

I think López Nieto has omitted the penalty.

You must be fair. He's omitted the penalty.

Come on!

Go! Go! Go for it!

Go for it, José! Let's go!

Bastards!

Fucking cheer up! You love this!

Let's go! Gimme some! Go!

-What is it? -She came around asking for you.

What's wrong?

Sebas hasn't been home for four days.

Mom's a wreck.

Fucking hell.

Soon, the report on the game this afternoon at Vicente Calderón,

in which Atlético turned the game around...

Sebas!

That's it.

We're going to Ibiza, right?

It's over, Sebas.

It's over.

Didn't they tell this fucker what he's here for?