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.
Fuck!
Shit!
Please.
Caballero, Caballero, Caballero...
Please, don't fuck me up. I'm begging you, please.
Don't fuck me up, please.
Don't fuck me up, please. Please.
THE IMMORTAL
No, please. Don't fuck me up.
Long ball for Expósito
on Valladolid's half and there goes Higuita...
This guy's got some balls.
Look what he's doing, I love it.
We're paying them back for conquistadors.
First nose candy, now this wild man.
You're doing great, Spaniard.
Especially now that you don't come
with the sports bag and cash up front.
But I think...
we have to change the conditions of our collaboration.
What?
From now on there'll be no delivery
until I get my hands on your mother's recipe.
Hey, I'm serious.
You gotta try her stew, it's amazing.
Come around one day, you'll see.
And stop smoking,
it shows when you're nervous.
And you lose your sense of taste.
Let's go!
What's this?
José's idea.
Did he win the lottery?
-No way. -It must've cost a fortune.
You know he loves you like you were his gran...
and sometimes he's unstoppable.
You two argued.
You were thick as thieves as kids, now you hardly see each other.
And you with that sour face like your girlfriend left you.
This way.
And don't scrape anything.
WASHING MACHINE
Come on.
How many are there?
-A hundred packages. -A hundred packages.
You know how many millions of pesetas 100 adds up to?
You can't count that high.
Maybe not, but deal them, for sure. Chino!
Are we finishing up? Fausti, coming for a drink?
Let's go to the Ritz and order pasta and sausages, balls out.
Why don't go home and sleep, balls out?
Go home... Imagine the faces on the old ducks, man.
What's wrong?
Fuck me, this face is my living.
How can I do a live show?
Say you fell off a horse
and sell the exclusive.
Piss off, what do you know about exclusives?
Look, Caballero, I'll talk to Fausti
and get two men to watch you 24/7.
-So relax. -No, no.
Leave me out of it, it's over.
What?
I like partying and blow as much as anyone,
but I like my ass more.
Get someone else for your contacts.
Trouble is, it's not your choice, you know that, right?
-No? -No.
And what are you going to do?
Bust my other eye?
Maybe I'll tear you a new hole, I bet you'd like that.
Sort out your shit with the Titans, then we'll talk.
I spoke to Jota and the actor and they got broken into as well.
They're all shit-scared.
The fucker wants it all.
They piss on our distributors and we're in the office gabbing.
What is this?
If the Titans want war, we'll give it to them, hard.
-We need guns. -José...
Don't shit me. Unless we shift the coke
and pay the Colombians, what do you think will happen to us?
The Colombians? We can ask for a week more to pay.
They'll kick our asses good and hard.
-Will you talk to him? -Fucking shut up! Shut up.
Shut up.
I'm thinking.
Thinking...
Good.
That's what Pepa will do to you when she catches you.
She can get in line.
Shall we get a drink?
DAMN LIFE
Sorry about the Gominas thing.
-What's up, Joaquín? -What's up, guys?
I don't like involving you in my shit.
So you disappear for two months?
-Now you're onto this bullshit. -It's not fucking bullshit.
-I can't deal with it. -Are we buddies, or what?
Listen...
What if I want to get involved in "the thing"?
In what?
You're going nowhere with fucking Sebas and those thugs.
And with you I would?
Don't shit me.
Basic education is good for something.
No. I told you, you're no good for this.
Maybe not, but I want to be in it.
If you're rolling in it, you'll need an accountant or something.
-What? -Or something?
Or something... You look like a junkie.
-Don't overstep the mark, asshole. -Come on.
What, are you bored at home?
What was up with you, your face all tense?
Three months living together, and we haven't done anything.
We could get out of Madrid, you and me.
I can't now, Maui.
Go on,
just a few days, you and me.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Do you want me to go?
I didn't say that.
I can't leave Madrid, that's all.
Is that so hard to understand?
What's up your ass?
You're not dancing at the disco today.
-Are you gonna dance for me? -Not today, tomorrow or ever.
If you want to work, we'll find somewhere, okay?
What's wrong, José?
Where are you going with the dogs?
Go for it! Go!
Get it off me, motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Fuck!
Come here, you bastard!
The dogs!
Wake up, shithead!
Rober, what are you doing? Where are you going?
Don't be a fag, I'll leave you one.
Some other time.
-Some other time? -Yeah.
What's wrong? You fuck the old lady, or what?
-What the fuck are you on about? -What are you doing?
I'm joking, man.
Rober?
What do you wanna do? They're gonna respond.
Two tequilas, please.
For now, get more men in the gym.
And everyone carries a gun, okay?
Okay.
Thanks.
Shall we go, honey?
I don't know how you can eat that at this hour.
Well, come try it, you'll see.
What?
Here.
Get off, you'll get me dirty.
-A bit. -Get off.
You don't want any eggs?
-No, really? -You'll get me dirty.
-I'll get you dirty? -Look, you have.
José, I want you to go.
What?
I want to sleep.
Me too, let's go to bed now.
Go home.
Why?
Again?
José, we are what we are.
If you sleep over, it's weird, it's something else.
I've got no problem, Isa.
Right, but I do.
Fine.
If I go, I won't be back.
Good morning.
Hi.
I spoke to Perla.
-What did she say? -Don't fuck around.
I know what happened.
You hit the disco with those fucking dogs
and one guy almost got his leg torn off.
That's why I told you not to go.
Only just, you bastard.
What's your deal with the Titans?
They're hard men. What are you mixed up in?
I'm looking for money to pay for this fucking place.
This fucking place...
-Fuck! -Don't shut the door on me, José!
Can't you see what could've happened to you, you idiot?
Don't...
Don't cry, Maui, don't cry.
I'm sorry.
Nothing's going to happen to me.
-Have you got the weights? -Yes, of course.
Jeez, they're heavy.
You should've left them at home, the hotel will have a gym.
Mom, stop whining, your hotel's all-included.
Yes, maybe you'll splurge the same for my birthday.
Why don't you get in and go with them?
Sure, to Altea to see old folks?
Leave her be, she'll regret not spending time with her mom
when I'm dead.
Sometimes I think I'm adopted.
Give me a kiss.
Guys, we're going!
I'm coming!
Here.
Call when you get there, and stop for a rest.
I don't know what you're mixed up in, but be careful.
Of course.
Right, see you later.
Take her to school tomorrow, OK?
At 8, with nobody up?
I don't trust these people, so get up early, please.
Why did we let her stay?
Are doing the exam for her?
See you later.
No, honey, I quit.
A good thing too. They say it's really bad,
but at my age...
How's the washing machine?
Great.
But a TV that big, what for?
To watch the daytime chat shows on a big screen, right?
With the crap they talk, I don't care.
I told Roberto to sell it
and spend the cash on taking some girl to dinner.
-And look how he listens to me. -You got that right.
What?
If you won't give me grandkids, who will? The mutts?
-Jeez... -Sometimes I think he's a fruit.
Get inside, you're driving me nuts.
He's such a fool.
-Bye, Josito. -See you later, Pepa.
Listen, your grandma better leave town until this is over.
-No, relax, it's fine. -Are you sure?
She's old, what'll they do to her? Besides, there are the dogs.
Who's going to touch Grandma?
Nobody, right?
Here, I brought you this just in case.
What are you doing? Put that away.
-Fucking take it. -No fucking way.
If you have one of those it's to use. I don't want it.
If you want it, just ask.
The other day didn't need to happen.
-Go to the gym or go home. -It was too much for me, sorry.
You had to show some balls, or they'll piss on us. Got it?
-Got it. -But it's alright.
-I got it. -It's all good, right?
-Jeez... -Okay.
-Let's go, asshole. -Let's go.
I'm having dinner with her tonight if you want to come.
-With Maui or the princess? -No, it's over with Isa.
Don't sweat it.
You can bang a posh chick, but Maui's a great gal.
You'll have real cute kids.
-You're not coming, right? -No. See you later.
Watch your back.
This is it.
Good evening.
Welcome. Do you have a reservation?
In the name of José Antonio.
Follow me. This way.
-Do you like this table? -No, more out of the way, please.
Of course. This way.
Don't you like the... spuds?
I'll try it.
-Don't you like it like that? -What? No, it's fine.
-Do you want it heated up? -No.
-Excuse me. -No, it's fine.
-They can heat it up. -Please, there's no need.
-But you haven't tried it. -It's fine like this. Please.
-Can you heat this up? -No, young man. Thanks.
-It's fine, perfect. -Do you want to change it?
No, José, no. Enough.
I don't get you, Maui. You're so difficult.
I take you to a fucking fancy joint and you make that face.
Sure. You always fix things the same way, right?
I've got nothing to fix.
José,
you were fun before,
we had a great time,
and now it's attack dogs and you in a foul mood.
Here we can choose the table,
which we couldn't before, and I'm in a foul mood?
I don't care about the money.
I want to be with you.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
But I want to relax and not be afraid you'll get killed.
Nobody's touching me, Maui.
That's not going to happen.
Okay?
Give it up.
Give it up, José.
That's not going to happen either.
Don't you want to eat anything?
-What? -Nothing.
José! No!
-Let go of me! -Shut up, you slut!
Let go of me!
Let go of him!
Maui!
I'm gonna cut you,
but first you're gonna take my cock.
No! No! No, no, no!
-Come on. -Let go of me!
-Shut up. -No, no, no!
You gonna jerk off? Fucking finish! Shut up, hold still.
Let go of me.
Motherfucker!
Go, go!
José, are you alright?
Are you alright? Did they touch you? Did they?
José, enough.
Who was it, the Titans?
Motherfuckers.
Why were you two alone? Why didn't you take someone?
That'll do, Sebas.
These guys now?
EMERGENCY
They did a number on your face. Go on, get in.
-What's wrong? -Relax, Sebas.
-Take care of Maui, please. OK? -You sure?
Good life in Madrid.
You can walk the streets in peace...
and all people worry about is saving money
to buy a house, a car
or blow.
Plus, you're Europeans. What more can you ask for?
As long as it stays that way, right?
Unless a few gangster pricks want to fuck it up for us
and turn Madrid into a slaughterhouse like Medellín.
Don't worry, it won't be like that.
Once is enough for me, the Titans are so fucked.
José, I don't think you get it.
This little war of yours has to end.
Or my bosses in Colombia will take measures.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Hey, José.
-Him, out. -José.
Calm down. Calm down now.
César, nice cellar you have here.
I hope you reserve some bottles for me.
All this is fucking over.
We're turning it into 300 public housing flats.
You guys are obsessed with bricks and mortar, eh?
I prefer wine, but...
I wouldn't say no to a nice penthouse.
Fine.
I've spoken to both of you
and if you behave, there's enough Madrid
to share and enough money for everyone, understood?
Share how?
You negotiate, you choose one man each to meet up.
I'll provide the meeting place
and I'll mediate, if necessary,
but no more fights or attacks
or shit, understood?
Understood?
See? You reach an understanding by talking.
Go on, shake hands.
Let's go.
No fucking way.
José,
come on.
Let's go.
And that's it?
That's the deal!
You're turning into a pussy.
Marcelo's got the cocaine, there's no blow without him,
and he told us to lay off.
If you don't like it, there's the door, Sebas.
I'll talk to Caballero tomorrow to shift it all, and fast.
You meet with the Titans to split the turf. Go on.
José.
Don't speak to me like that in front of people again.
Get outta here.
ONE MONTH LATER
Let's go!
Fuck. See you later.
Guys...
Having a good time?
-Great. -Great.
Listen...
next week I'm going to Ibiza with some friends.
I'd like to take some blow for personal use,
about half a kilo.
Yeah, like you'll get half a kilo into Ibiza.
Sure. I'm going with my footballer friend, on his plane.
While he signs autographs for the cops I can huff half of Colombia.
Talk to Sebas, there'll be blow tomorrow.
-OK. -Does this footballer know?
Well... not exactly.
He's a party guy, but he doesn't have to know everything.
Is he here?
No way, they're focused, they've got a game tomorrow.
A line?
-No, no. -Really...
Hi!
-How are you doing? -This guy's fucking great.
This is Elena, she does the fitness class at Palestra.
Check out that butt.
Nice to meet you.
Enough.
-What do you want? -Tequila.
-You want tequila? -Yes, tequila.
Hi. A tequila, please.
You missed me so much, you sneaked into the party.
You're not that important.
I came for the DJ.
If he's your date, I'll have to explain something.
You're such an idiot.
I did miss this.
What, insulting me?
No, you making me laugh.
Although, insulting you too.
Do I drink it or crack it over your head?
Don't you have the balls to tell me?
At least have the balls to tell me you're fucking that slut.
Yes.
I knew it.
I've known for a while.
But I can't take it anymore.
Look at me, José.
I love you,
but I want you all to myself.
Yeah. Hello?
What?
-Are you alright? -Yes.
What the fuck happened?
Four guys turned up out of fucking nowhere.
Yeah, nowhere is where your coked-out head is.
-Weren't you packing? -It was useless, they were waiting.
-What the fuck...? -José, José.
What?
They took the van with all the merchandise.
-Nothing in the pit either. -Didn't you see their faces?
They had balaclavas on.
-Where the fuck were they from? -Fuckers were local.
Fuck them. I told you the Titans wouldn't leave us alone!
-Three hundred million pesetas, José. -Fausti, call the Russian.
-Are you sure? -Call the Russian.
Go.
Yes, I know it's a bit rushed, but we'll pay well.
Good. 9:00 in the gym?
Thanks.
Fuck these guys.
Fucking Titans.
Do you like it?
It's fucking cool.
Rober, seriously, you don't need to come.
No, shit. I'm in, I'm in.
But I've got no idea how this works.
It's fucking great, bro. Look, this is the safety.
It's on now. I'll take it off, OK?
Put it back on and take it off when we go at it.
Watch who you shoot at.
Thanks, motherfucker. Fausti, you with Rober.
José,
I'm with you, right?
Are you kidding? With the trouble you caused? Come on, let's go.
We'll talk later.
What's with this maniac?
Is he on his own, or what?
Either he's real macho, or he thinks we're fags.
We have confirmation
that the Iraqi president Saddam Hussein has appeared...
SPORTS CLUB
Careful, we'll lose him.
Forces of the Soviet Union
have been put on high alert
due to the Gulf War,
Soviet Army Chief of Staff,
General Moiseyev announced.
The latest news is that
that multinational forces have destroyed
the only two airbases set up by Iraq in Kuwait.
We have to do it now.
Stay here and keep a lookout.
It's 11 p.m., 10 in the Canaries.
BAR AND COFFEE SHOP
What the fuck...? Let go of me!
Who's at home?
Just me.
You wanted to kill me, you fuck?
You wanted to kill me?
Let's go, Fausti, let's go.
You forgot this the other day.
Ring a bell?
I'll give you back the coke, I swear.
Where's the rest?
I sold some packages and the rest is...
in a cloakroom in Lavapiés.
I'll take you, but...
are you going to kill me?
Where does Sebas fit in all this?
Nothing, he just took me there to fuck.
Who do you work for?
The Titans?
Who do you work for?
I'm a free agent.
No, no, no!
-Who do you work for? -I'm a free agent.
I saw the coke and I couldn't resist it,
but I wasn't going to become your competition.
I wasn't going to sell it in Madrid.
I'm from Palencia, I spend summers in Benidorm, I have contacts there.
-You can... -Fuck your contacts.
Who hit the garage?
Some guys I paid. They rob houses.
Because I'm blond I don't have the balls for this, and more?
Yours must be made of brass.
What do I do with you now?
Stay here now and we'll get my stuff later.
And then?
You'll start working for me.
This was the first and last time you try to mess with me.
Got it, blondie?
Thank you.
Hey!
-How is it? -All in order.
Do you want it fast or slow?
Do what you gotta do.
Fast.
Everyone but that guy.
The hose.
Fuck, please, man!
Motherfucker!
No, no, no!
Then seal the vat.
Stop, fuck! Stop!
What happened to your face?
We exchanged words.
-This guy lost his cherry. -Yeah?
I don't know what he means. I shot...
You saved my skin, you bastard.
Did you take off the safety or not?
Motherfucker!
Can I come in?
I'm sleeping here,
and not just tonight.
ONE WEEK LATER
Isa?
Check this out.
-How does it look? -Crap.
Well, I like it.
I'm getting ten.
Ten. Ten?
Yeah...
My guys are gonna love it.