All language subtitles for The Inmortal.S01E08.eng(1)

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

Inmate 2045, Miguel Cañizares,
come to the infirmary.

How are you?

You look so pretty.

-How's the girl?
-Great.

Big. She looks a lot like you.

Huge cheeks.

I'm going to eat her up
when I get out of here.

And you won't finish her.
She's really big.

And when I'm done,
I'll start with her mother.

Okay.

Her ears, her neck...

Everything.

It'll be soon, right?

What?

It's difficult.

The judge won't listen to reason
and Correa is stumped.

And money?

They've blocked all our accounts.

Ask Fausti to help you
get the house money out.

Correa thinks it's dangerous
to keep it there,

there may be a raid,
so we'll take it to Switzerland.

Switzerland?

The banks there are very secure.

It'd be hard for anyone
to trace the accounts.

It's the only option.

We have to take it away.

Give me the OK...

and I'll move it all.

-OK.
-OK.

We can't let them
take us to the cleaners.

So, it's Switzerland then.
Like the big shots.

What do you say?

-Say something, dummy.
-Don't fucking touch me.

Playtime's over, everyone inside.

-Damian, how's my thing going?
-Patience, Grasshopper.

What?

I'm on it.

Hey, Damian! Let's go.

-Here. When will he get it?
-When it's my shift.

You've got a gift inside, okay?

It's in kind, so you have
a party to our health.

-You need something?
-Yes, buy me a drink.

Move it, or I'll take back
the blow for being a moron.

Get off me!

What's that about?
You work with that shit now?

What's he doing here?
Does he work for us now?

-Something bugging you?
-Nothing.

As long as he's not on my turf,
it's all good.

-He's got contacts.
-Yeah?

And he's hungry,
that's what you need.

You look complacent.

You look like a ballbuster,
because you're busting my balls.

-Let's be nice.
-You're busting my balls.

Or do you want me out of the business
now that José's not around?

Caballero...

Come, let's have a little chat.

I want us to get on well.
You're very important to me.

Look, I'll meet up with anyone
I fucking want

and you stick to bringing me
new customers.

It's good that we agree.

Let's go!

It's going to your head a bit.

José left a debt with Borjita.

-That's his problem.
-No, it's yours and mine.

He won't like finding out
he's working for us.

And who's going to tell him?

Being boss is cool,
but José will be out soon.

And he'll still be the boss,
Blondie.

I hope so, because I don't want
to be in the middle of your shit.

Why don't you go have
a tequila on me?

I don't trust Blondie one bit.
If she blabs, she'll fuck us all up.

Blondie knows what's good for her.

Did you see
those pretty lips of hers?

She'll keep them shut.

Do you trust the Arabs?

Those maniacs?

The Iranians?

It's scary working with them.

Good soldiers.
No bullshit with them.

Any news from the Colombian?
Did you speak to him?

You in a rush, you bastard?

We're going to take it easy.

Let's see his face when he finds out

we're snatching the business
from the fucking Miamis.

José didn't like them
being called that.

Fuck that!

We're the Miamis, you bastard!

Especially me,
I'm from Chinchón, fuck it.

Here, your order,
so it's nice and clean.

I left some reading matter in your cell,
so you don't get bored.

-Blondie, how are you?
-José, great to hear you.

What are you doing, fucking?

No way, in the gym.
It burns off more than a bad shag.

-So, how's it going?
-Good.

Any problem?

Since Claudio advanced us the goods,
business is booming.

You're not as important
as you think.

Get to the point, Blondie.

We're going slow in Madrid
to keep the heat off,

but Ibiza is going smoothly.

-Did you speak to Nano?
-Yes, he likes the deal.

As well as Alicante,
he's helping us get into Gandía.

Listen, I need a favor.

Go ahead.

Not a soul can find out
what I'm going to tell you.

-You're listening, aren't you?
-Of course.

Hello.

-All this is money?
-What there is here.

What do you mean, here?

Get the bag down.

Fuck... I'm gonna need a van.

And make it a big one.

Until Correa has the trip ready,
we don't move the money.

José told me only you and I
are to know where it is.

Here, a copy of the van key.

For safety.

I'm knocked out, girl.

I was worried
about a few wads here at home.

Exactly, maybe he didn't tell you
so you wouldn't worry.

Fine, but it still fucks me off.

That's just what I need today,
to get fucked a bit.

Where did José
hide so much money?

Around, in twenty holes.

I've been running around all day.

Right.

Alright, like I showed you.
That's it, come on.

Get it down your neck.

That's nice.

Now they've taken the money,
we stop charging, I guess.

Why must you be
so fucking selfish?

Yes, you.

José's in jail and you're here,
thinking about money.

Tommy wants to sell the bar,
and I was thinking if he does...

They have to wait, full stop.

Babe, you're kind of unbearable today,
aren't you?

I'll go see him.

-Who?
-What do you mean, who?

Honey, the way they move,
he'll be out soon and back in your bed.

Do you think it's sex?

I'd rather think that
than that you're stuck on him again.

For fuck's sake.

Honey, he already chose
and it wasn't you.

Yeah?

Hey, were you guys asleep?

Not me, but you almost
woke up the girl.

At least I could hear her cry.

If you like, I'll wake her
and she'll keep me up all night.

Never mind.

Have you spoken to Blondie?

Did Correa tell you
how he'll get the money to Switzerland?

In a private jet.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing, I miss you.

Well, we both miss you.

Did you request the conjugal visit?

No, José, me there...
I don't know.

Isa, Skinny, I...
I can't take much more.

No one can take this.

Put the girl on the phone
so I can hear her.

Alright, wait.

Alright, sweetie...

Honey, say hi to Dad.

Honey, say, "Hi, Dad.

Hi, I'm angry
because you woke me up".

Your bottom, come on.

Say, "Hi. Hi, Dad."

-Good afternoon.
-Afternoon.

You'll forgive the smell.

It needed fumigating,
there were cockroaches.

What's that? Going on a trip?

This is part of the debt
from the last shipment.

Right then.

I thought I'd never see that money
until your boss graduated from college.

Sooner or later,
you were going to demand it from me.

And I need 300 kilos right now,
so it's better to get along, right?

Even though those fools
are in prison,

this business keeps going.

Right.

I like this city.
We can't deprive Madrid of its fun.

But 300 kilos is a lot of merchandise
for José Antonio.

My name is Fausti.

And I'm making some changes too.

Does your boss know that?

José Antonio has enough worries
trying not to get fucked in prison.

I took the money
to the village like you said.

Did you hide it well?

So well that even I don't remember
where I put it.

The dogs, how are they?

Fine, you relax.

Good heavens,
having to come here again...

What we endured with your parents,
may they rest in peace.

I'm sorry, Gran.

Do you do drugs like them?

No. Really.

Your dad said
that and he ended up shot to hell.

I don't do drugs, Gran, I swear.

When you get out...

you're not touching drugs
with a barge pole.

Swear to me.

Your gran told you drugs were bad,
now you're giving it up?

-My gran... Fuck that.
-If you wanna give it up, do it.

You want to, right?
Or what do you want?

To get the fuck out of here.

That I can't manage.
What else do you want?

I share a cell with a psycho
who killed his wife and mother-in-law.

Do you care?

Well, I care.

I feel like fucking shit
with this scum.

We'll end up like them.

You're cracking up, Rober.

-Yeah, I'm cracking up.
-You are.

This place is eating me up.
You too, eh?

You've got a daughter
you won't see grow up.

You know what, Rober?

I decide who gets in
or out of here.

Don't you forget it.

I hope this softens him up a bit.

If he keeps this up, we'll have
to put the gym in his name.

They study hard to be judges,
then they bleed you dry.

When do we get the parole signed?

If all goes well, in a week
we'll have him in that chair.

Maybe sooner.

Come here for a bit. Handsome!

What's up, Fausti?

What's the vibe, Toribio?

Watcha doin' here?
Stay at home, shit,

this is just lowlife and whores.

I can take the whores
to your place...

And your cousin, man?

Is he still in prison?

Pipas?

That fucker...

They locked up that fuck
and threw away the key.

Not even his old lady
wants him, Fausti.

What do you need?

-I don't want that.
-Apple over here.

José!

What's up? All good?

I don't believe it, that's insane.

It's José, from prison.
Hold on, Fausti's here.

They tried to kill him.

José!

The next guy, to my face!

Who the fuck was it?

Some fag with a shiv,

a relative of Toribio,
that pimp from Villaverde.

What have we got to do with him?

Us, nothing, someone outside
must've ordered it.

I know who they are.

Gominas bought the girls
half and half with them.

Talk to him

and find out what you can,
then I'll take care of it.

Got it. How are you?

-Fucking great.
-He's coming.

José, he's coming.

I gotta hang up.
Talk to Correa,

bribe whoever,
but get us the fuck out of here.

Take care, okay?

Help me out,
I'm fucking sick of you.

Good afternoon.

What's wrong?

Nothing. What could be wrong?

Hello. Give me your hand?

I'm your Uncle Carlitos.

Give me your hand?

He doesn't tell me anything.

Although, you know,
he never talks much.

But, I don't know,
they don't look good.

Especially José.

Well, he's tired of being in there.

And you?

I bet no one asks you
how you are.

I'm fine, I'm handling it well.

You liar.

And what do you tell the neighbors?
That you're fine.

-Now we're neighbors?
-Asun, I don't mean that.

I know.

When I go outside,

I turn off my hearing aid
and I'm not bothered.

They're my sons and it hurts.

But whatever they do,
I'll be proud.

Yes, José Antonio Ortiz.

-What do you want?
-A conjugal visit with him.

-Your relationship?
-My husband.

Is something wrong?

Sorry, I see there's already
a conjugal visit request.

What? That can't be.

Let me check again.

Yes, it's already granted.

It's alright.

Well, whatever you need...

-Those tears? What's wrong?
-You knew all about it, right?

Since when has my husband
being fucking the Mexican?

It's alright, honey.
It's alright.

You regret it now.

No, I don't regret it,
but coming here wasn't a good idea.

-Wives come for conjugal visits.
-Not all of them.

Some of them don't have the stomach
for these sheets.

We can go to the office
and you can calm down.

I'm not worked up,
so don't treat me like a fool.

I mean that it's better
they don't know who you are.

If they do, they'll investigate you
and you don't want that.

Should I go?

I don't know.

José...

-Isa, you know what guys are like.
-Sure.

Sure.

And he's the boss, right?

I'm sure he loves you
and did it to protect you...

Isa, please, don't go.

Is this for saving your ass?

-A fucking stew.
-It's from Lhardy.

Right.

What, is it cold?

No, a fucking stew now...

Artist!

Do I go?

Fuck, man, it's been years
since I had one of these. Can I?

Ask him, it's his.

Thanks, man, you don't forget
gestures like this.

Where are you going
with the chickpeas?

Hey, I'm not going to change
my mind, bro.

-That's it, okay?
-Rober, relax.

Chill out and we'll talk
when we get out.

No, my mind's made up, that's it.

I'm giving it up.

Yeah?

You dig it when people
are scared of you, but...

No, when they respect me.

But I don't give a shit,
I don't care, okay?

I can't take it anymore,
I'm not like you. Shit!

Got it?

Got it?

That's it then, huh?

Right.

It's over.

It's fine.

That's it.

You had a good time at least, right?

Come here, motherfucker.

Yes, I hear you.

We'll talk about that later, yes.

Good.

Any question about the house...
Nicoletta.

-Relax, okay?
-She won't give you much trouble.

I'll be giving her trouble.

Yes, probation, good.

Nicoletta, see you.

Right, we'll talk later.
We've got it?

Perfect.

Probation.

He's out tomorrow. We'll change
the tickets and surprise him.

No, you go,
I'm going to Switzerland.

Isabel, you can't.

I'll go to Switzerland,
you have to be with José Antonio.

-Don't you want to celebrate?
-I said no.

Isabel.

-What do I tell José Antonio?
-Whatever you want.

Perfect...

Come on, let's go!

-These guys!
-What's up, Blondie?

-About time, huh?
-Finally.

The judge was a hard nut to crack.

Yes, I figured that out.

Where's Isabel?

In Switzerland.

-She left last night.
-In Switzerland?

Yes, I tried to convince her,
but I couldn't.

But she knew
I was getting out today.

Yes. I'm sorry, I...

Never mind, Correa.

-You know what she's like.
-Yes.

Hey, where's Fausti?

Did you expect be picked up
with a band playing?

A few mariachis, fuck...

-Was it necessary to kill Toribio?
-In case he blabbed.

But now we have another problem,
they've been released.

Yes, I know.
What are you going to do?

What are we going to do?

Hey...

Is there lime for this guy?

Sure, we're in this together.

Cut the crap.
What do you want to do?

Wait.

He's not a fool,
he'll realize what we're doing...

Fucking hell, I know, man!

We'll wait.

We'll wait and when he feels secure
we'll go for him.

Punches hurt more
when you're not expecting them,

so my grandma said.

Give me a cold brew.

Madam Barrios.

-No, don't be so formal.
-Of course.

I was meant to be waiting
for a Swiss man.

Bruno Meier González.
Half-Swiss, half-Andalusian.

My mother's from San José,
a small town in Almería.

May I?

The documents for the new account
in madam's... in your name.

And here's the key
to the safety deposit box.

Keep it safe.

Good.

In short, welcome to our bank.

Delighted.

By the way, I forgot.

My card.

Anything you need,
don't hesitate to call me.

Excuse me?

He asked if I want a drink.

No, no, no.

Hi, honey.

If she was caught with the money,
it'd be on the news already.

Like Ronnie Biggs.

Did she tell you
how many days she'd be?

No, she left me the baby
and split.

We need to party,
we've been dry for six months.

-I'll stay with her, you go.
-Don't you want to come?

I'm not into your scene.

Tell them.

Toribio's disappeared.

Then find him,
you know where he is, right?

He left his house
without taking a thing.

Then ask Corbalán.

It doesn't look good, eh?

Get me a beer.

Have you spoken to Isa?

No. About what?

I didn't tell you
about the money and Maui.

Beer.

Gimme a fucking beer.

Okay.

Thanks.

What were you talking about?

Our stuff.

Don't toy with me, Blondie.

Don't ever fucking touch me
like that again.

What were you talking about?

Nothing to do with you.

Because we don't want José
to get the wrong idea, right?

I'm prettier with my mouth shut.

But you're a bit jumpy.

José, we have to talk.

I'm in no mood for shit, Caballero.

Sorry, but it's about Fausti.

Leaving already, Fausti?

It's late, man.

What's with the helmet?

A treat.

Long time since I gave myself one.

Right. You're not the only one.

You know it.

Everything alright?

I was inside and someone
had to take charge.

Really, it's all good.

I know who's the boss.

You're not gonna get mad,
are you, man?

For once I step up to the plate...

Anything else to tell me?

I'm glad you're back, you bastard.

Give me the helmet.

The keys.

We'll talk tomorrow morning
in the gym.

It's better that way, right?

Better that way.

Go to bed, go on.

Are you alright?

Did she call?

-Go on, practice.
-What was it?

-Framboise.
-"Framfoise."

-No, with a 'b.' Framboise.
-A 'b.' Framboise.

That's it.

Fausti, honey, call me
when you hear the message, okay?

José, say something.

You're scaring me.

Were you the one outside?

He was getting uppity
and I told him not fuck up,

but what do I know?

Shut up.

Fine, I'm stressing out,
but how was I to know?

So shut up then.

If you did nothing wrong,
you don't need to stress out.

If he calls, meet him
and tell me about it.

I trust you, I do.
Do you trust yourself?

Then don't fucking stress out.

Got it?

Fausti. I've been working
with him for many years

and what he's done is no good,
so negotiations are over.

What's so bad
if he does great work?

He even brought money
to pay the debt.

He brought money to pay the debt?

Yes, a gesture that goes down well
with the bosses.

Fuck him to hell and back.

As long as the merchandise flows,

I don't care who the king is,
Phillip V or...

Look, I know you do things
different in your country,

but you're in Spain.

Put the fucking gun down.

And in Spain people respect
each other, otherwise...

they take the consequences.

Is that clear?

You sort out your problem...

and call me.

We have to go get him.

See you in the gym.

He just left.
What do you want to do?

Son of a bitch!

José! Fuck!

José!

No! No!

No!

Yes, Correa.

I'm not going to kill him, Rober.

I'm going to throw him
to the dogs alive.