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.
What's up, man? Don't you shower?
You're the fag from TV, right?
-No, no way. You're wrong. -No?
I think you are.
Ladies and gentlemen, on my left,
straight from Las Vegas, USA,
the legend, wrestling champ, Miss Elisabeth!
This is huge.
You don't know what it cost to bring this American girl.
Sebastian Ortiz, alias Sebas.
Go, Sebas!
Go, you fag, go for it!
Let the fight began!
Go!
Into the mud, go on!
There, Sebas, go for it!
-Out! -What are you doing?
You chose your woman well. Congratulations.
She chose me, more like.
Then she has worse taste than you.
We're getting married, Marcelo.
I'd like you to come to the wedding.
Thanks.
In Ibiza.
Let's go, Sebas! You're taking a beating, eh?
Horacio won't like anyone eating cake on his island.
Plus, he knows everyone,
half the IBEX35, judges, politicians,
and everyone likes the guy.
I like meeting people too, you know that.
I'm a fan of your country
and there are some terrific beaches in Andalusia.
My bosses' mouths watered over Ibiza,
but Marbella will quench their thirst.
We'll see, right?
We have a champion! Elisabeth!
Out you go, Sebas!
To my brother!
No, no. It was pathetic.
He's like Samson: Without blow
your brother loses his strength.
But you gotta support him, seriously.
Honey, tell him what happened the day you said no to me.
He asked me again.
-Stubborn. -Not that. The other thing.
-Tell him, shit. -No.
THE IMMORTAL
José Antonio, get me the fuck outta here.
Relax, Caballero, we spoke to your agent.
-It's all in order. -To my agent?
We'll say you had a car accident, you're gonna come off fucking great.
Okay? So take it easy and we'll get you out soon.
Do I have to wear a neck brace?
Caballero.
Come on.
José Antonio, I have to go,
but get me the fuck outta here, for real.
-How's he taking it? -Fucking great.
Put it there, please.
I swear she had a dick, Carlitos. I swear.
Yeah, and pigs can fly.
Bastard.
If Marcelo warned you, it looks nasty to him.
Stack some more on.
On there, eh?
Putting those two in jail is shit
compared to what they'll do if go near him.
Go get some water, Carlitos.
Some Cokes, the blond girl's out front.
Someone'll nab her first.
So, you want us to back out?
This Horacio's got fuck-all.
Neither dogs nor a fucking beating will scare this guy.
Dogs or a beating... Then fuck Ibiza.
Sebas, you can't, you gotta think. When you can't, you can't.
You say you gotta be smart when you're shitting yourself.
I'm with your brother. Leave us alone.
-My brother went for Cokes, loony. -Go jump some rope.
-I'm not going anywhere. -You got no fucking idea.
-That'll do! Okay? -Fucking loony.
We are gonna do it. And we'll used our fucking heads, okay?
Perfect.
When they're out of jail we'll do it. Yeah?
-Awesome. -Give each other a kiss.
-What do you need? -I want you to go to Ibiza.
We have to find this smartass' weak spot.
-Who? -Find it. My brother goes with you.
No drugs, and if he does any, I want to know, got it?
Sure.
Fausti...
We can't fuck this up.
Alright?
I'll take care of it.
The doorman took her a letter
and saw water coming under her door.
He called the firemen.
What an idiot.
A minute longer and she would've died.
There were 5000-peseta bills all over the bathroom.
Excuse me. Do you have the patient in 230?
Yes.
Good. See she has everything, thanks.
Excuse me, this isn't a hotel.
Gosh, it's so big, Carlos.
Delicious.
Hold on, I'll take that off, you'll burn yourself.
-Have you chosen the place yet? -Ibiza, Café del Sol.
Isn't that a hippie place?
The guys say it's a pretty spot.
-Why not hold it here in the club? -No.
I can talk to Sebastián, he's a friend,
-I have good connections... -Dad, no thanks, it's decided.
Are you sure?
Alright.
I don't know, it all seems a bit hasty.
You barely know each other.
Why don't you think it over a little, take it easy?
There's no rush to get married.
Dad, Dad, Dad.
Alright.
Fernando, if they love each other, it doesn't matter what we say.
Isabel, have you forgotten what happened to you?
-Wasn't the Javi thing enough? -Please, let's drop it.
That'll do.
Honey, we just don't want you to go through the same thing,
to suffer, to have a hard time again.
Look, that's enough.
I'm not asking for your permission. We're getting married.
-Don't be like that. -In Ibiza, or wherever we want.
-Always the same. -Yes, Mom. Always the same.
-Wherever I want. -Please!
Not where you want. It'll be a simple ceremony.
-Please! -No posing.
-You always get your own way. -Yes. Family, friends...
and my favorite person in the world.
Suck and hang.
Carlos, eat up.
-What did you say, sweetie? -Suck and hang.
Carlitos!
What does that mean?
Suck it up and hang in there, that's the way it is.
You and I will talk.
Sorry, Isa, but Javier won't sign the divorce papers.
Unless you go up, he won't sign the papers.
But relax, I'll think of something. It's not all bad news.
I spoke to the judge in Ibiza
and we made a deal to get your friends out of jail.
-Great. -Now, it won't be cheap.
Is there a problem?
-None, speak to José. -Okay.
I'd leave it for another time, he's kind of up himself.
Sure, I know him.
No, no, no...
First, when I speak you shut the fuck up and listen!
Sell it all.
I don't want a single share of Banesto.
Because it's the fucking Titanic and I won't be the asshole
playing the last note until it sinks.
Got it?
Yeah? Then get to work.
You think you're Michael Douglas?
Babe...
-Don't call me that. -You got here fast, honey.
Well, alright then...
-Who's the lucky guy? -You don't know him.
I bet he's one of those bad boys you like.
Does he work in a multinational? A bank?
No, he sells cars.
He sells cars!
Terrific.
He must have a nice dick at least.
You wanted to see me and you have. Will you fucking sign?
What do I get in return?
I'm not divorcing a beauty like you just like that.
Don't give me shit, please.
Honey, are we saying a proper goodbye...
or what?
Clean yourself up.
I bet this fucker's great.
He sells lots of cars, right? He's terrific.
-But does he fuck you like I do? -No, he does it right.
One last time and I disappear forever.
Or isn't your sweetheart worth a bad shag?
Are you alright?
You haven't said anything all night. Are you alright?
If it's about Caballero and Blondie, Correa's on it, relax.
It won't be cheap for our lawyer to get him out.
Look,
I don't like this Correa thing.
Why?
He has no link to my dad now, he's doing us a favor.
Well, we're doing him a favor, no?
He's going through a bad patch, but he's very good.
And your ex? Did he sign or what?
I don't think he has yet, but it won't be a problem.
Maybe I should take a shortcut and explain it to him.
Fuck!
I've got news about Caballero and Blondie.
-They're getting out. Here. -Do we go get them?
No.
The lawyer's coming.
José wants us to stay here.
Have you seen his hot daughter?
Check her out.
How do you know she's his daughter?
Roser Hernán, 20,
design student, she's good to her friends.
Is that her?
I'm in love.
I'll score with her,
you kill the old guy and we split the inheritance.
What do you say?
Come on, let's go.
Caballero!
Fuck, I looked forward to this.
Come here.
-How are you? -Hot, can't you see?
Shots for everyone, Blondie.
I'm from Palencia. I find glamor anywhere I can. Gimme a smoke.
Blondie, you got more lives than a cat.
I'm glad.
He brings in motors, the lot. Look what he's brought here.
Like this.
Well, I won't say no.
And this guy?
Alright...
Here, and what's left over for candy.
-No, no. -Go on, take it.
-No, no. -Yes.
-I'm doing it out of friendship. -Take it, if I pay I can demand.
-No, it's out of friendship. -Take it, go on, take it.
Well...
Hey, whatever you need.
Blondie, we have a surprise for you.
-No. -Yes.
-What? -It's a surprise, you'll freak.
-No surprise for me? -Yeah, free blow for you.
And a titanium septum when your nose is busted.
I want to know when you'll bust the head of that motherfucker.
We're working on it.
"Working on it."
Are you kidding?
You Miamis are a bunch of pussies.
What are you looking at?
What's up with him?
He's been like this ever since he got out.
What'll you do?
I'll be right back.
Out.
-What's wrong? -Nothing.
-Something's up with you. -I'm fine, shit.
What did they do to you?
This.
Fucking hell.
Seriously?
Go ahead, laugh.
It's a dick, man. A fucking huge dick.
Fuck, I thought they'd split your shitter.
-I would've preferred that. -This is worse.
Don't worry, I'll take care of this motherfucker.
Horacio, that motherfucker.
He's famous in the TV scene, they call him the "lottery fucker."
What a son of a bitch.
He fucks the lottery girls?
From the lottery, kids' shows, teleshopping, whatever.
The bastard's obsessed. He pays them as much as Playboy,
the girls take the cash
and their parents don't see their tits on a newsstand.
Some refuse, I'd say.
Some, but pricks like Horacio
know the exact amount
to turn Mother Teresa into a party slut.
Hey, Amnesia!
Amnesia!
There's a foam party tonight in Amnesia.
-We're up early tomorrow. -So?
You're a sourpuss, Fausti. You know that?
Where are you going?
Listen!
Sit down, this is important.
Sit down, man.
I'm not using, you can see.
When all this is ours, we'll need someone to come here to sell it.
It'll be hard to show my brother that it should be you and me.
Horacio's daughter only has one minder.
Besides, he's a chauffeur.
Two against one.
Candy from a baby, shit.
And posh chicks love bad boys.
And then what?
Then I keep her until the father backs down.
And if he doesn't, you go and smoke his ass.
Talk to José and tell me what he says.
No.
Fausti.
Fausti, you'll regret it.
Good morning. It's 10 a.m., 9 in the Canaries.
Sebas!
It's late, man.
-Roser. -Do we know each other?
-Sebas. I'm a big fan of yours. -Listen...
Look, you and I are leaving like we're dating, okay?
Real relaxed.
Yeah?
-Please, leave me alone. -You relax.
I'll keep quiet, but please let me go.
Chill.
Get him off me!
-What are you telling me, bro? -I'll kill him, I swear.
-If you don't, I will. -Sebas, always fucking up.
I'll talk to Caballero.
Call the Italian and set up a meeting with his boss.
Fuck this shit.
-Ciao, Isa. -Ciao.
Tell Ledian and John.
Be careful with this Horacio,
he's got contacts with the cops, judges.
Don't fool around.
Don't even drink any water, I don't trust this sucker.
Titi, come here.
Skinny, I'm calling you. Come here.
Come.
Alright,
let's see how this lipstick looks on you.
So pretty. Right?
-Perla, Perla. -Let me finish.
Let me finish, I'm sick of seeing you white as a sheet.
José came to see you.
He didn't say a word, but he was fucked-up.
Next time he'll be even more fucked-up.
-What? -I screwed up, Perla.
But next time I won't fail.
Listen up, bitch.
No man deserves whatever you're thinking.
Look at me.
And much less José Antonio.
Give me a hug. Give me a hug.
How many hugs do I ask you for? None. Make the most of it.
Look, here I am. Give it to me.
So pretty when you smile. Come on, give me a hug.
Come here, don't be...
Thank you.
José, I'm sorry.
-Listen... -You alright?
We'll sort this out. Yeah, I'm worried...
Good, you sit tight.
-Good afternoon. -Mr. Ortiz?
-Yes. -Come with me.
Ledian...
Wait here.
What are you doing, man?
Can't you speak?
You got no mouth.
Good morning.
Mr. Hernán is waiting upstairs.
Tell the mute guy...
Hello.
José Antonio.
You're exactly like I imagined.
How?
Like this.
-Do you want a drink? -Yes, a beer.
With your reputation, I admit I'm not surprised
that you tried to take my girl,
but this cock-up? From your brother, I get it.
Yeah, well.
We all have a bad day now and then, right?
Don't worry.
-How's my brother? -Fine.
Silvio wanted to take him on a boat trip.
It seems they've become good friends.
Naturally, knowing Sebas...
Cheers.
Well, now we're partners,
make sure my brother gets back safe and sound.
Partners?
Yes, and get back what was stolen from me, because... it's a problem.
Of course.
-Sure. -OK.
And in exchange I can help you get...
the missing card in your collection.
I really appreciate your self-confidence,
but I can't imagine how you...
Jeanette.
I don't know who you mean.
We're talking in confidence, right?
A different girl, a special girl, yes.
But she's also married.
Yes, to the son of the guy who's your competition, right?
-The Velasco Hotels guy. -I can't imagine she'd agree to...
She's very pretty, but I don't think...
Not everything is bought with money, Horacio.
That's where I come in.
Marta has some piggies Who can barely stand up
And she takes away their pain With her love
Marta has a rooster Who can barely stand up
And she takes away his pain With her love
What?
I'd rather you cracked his skull.
-What son of a bitch. -Did you talk to her?
-Yes. -And?
I only care that she's safe, not the rest of it.
That's my job, okay?
Great, huh? It's fun, isn't it?
Great, Jeanette. We're done.
Let's pack up, guys. Thanks, everyone.
Thank you.
Will they be ready for the wedding?
If we operate this week, I think so.
How many sizes bigger should I get?
A couple of sizes more would be perfect.
-No, three's better, right? -Or five, while you're at it.
Right then...
What's the most popular?
The "Baywatch".
Let's see...
-No. -No? No.
No, it'd be like putting a dwarf on each tit.
And you'd end up with a backache.
Okay, something more discreet, but sexy, eh?
Sexy.
-Okay. -Look.
Okay.
Happy?
Very, but tell José these tits are mine and I'm paying for them.
He can buy me a car.
-Isn't that Anita from the TV? -Must be. They all come here.
My dad's seen more naked celebs than Julio Iglesias.
Have you got a wedding dress?
Tell me, who's the designer? It cost a fortune, right?
-Is it long or short? -I don't have the divorce papers.
What?
He's making it hard for you.
Promise me you won't tell José.
He won't sign unless I sleep with him. What a prick.
Fuck.
You don't want to, of course.
I don't know what to do.
-Coming! -Gas!
-Hi, how are you? -What's up?
-Hello. -Hello.
Lunch is ready.
Hi, Mom.
-Olé, olé. -Hey, let me see you.
-Looks great. -Did you bring cakes?
What's that? Very nice.
Cakes, no, but do you want some chocolate palms?
You spoil him!
-Hey, Carlos, you studying or what? -I'm hungry!
-Where is he? -In his room.
-How are you? -Fine.
Swallowed a shitload of water. Apart from that, fucking great.
Don't shit me, Sebas. Don't shit me.
What did we fucking say?
Fucking drugs.
José, José, no fucking drugs, I swear to God.
It's got nothing to do with it. I thought it was a good idea.
I was sure it'd work and we'd fuck that prick.
But I haven't touched the stuff, I swear.
I know I screwed up.
Next time, call me and ask.
What's your head for?
Come on, let's go.
Well, Isabel,
how are the papers going?
We're signing tomorrow.
-A toast then, right? -To the bride and groom!
-Cheers. -To our sister-in-law.
Hey. Do it right, eh? Are you relaxed?
Yes.
-She's waiting upstairs. -How is she?
-Fine, she's fine. -How is she?
She looks great. No wonder the kids drool over her.
They're almost here, José.
Good, then we'll split.
Let's go.
-Shall we go? -Sure. Are you alright?
Shall we go?
How are you?
I'm getting nervous. Can you believe it?
Relax, today you're here to have fun.
Do you want a drink to relax?
Yes, it'd do me good.
-Nice life, this footballer. -Yeah.
I feel weird, you know? Cold like this...
I'm more into taking them to dinner, chatting a bit...
Well, today you have fun.
-Cheers. -Cheers, partner.
-Good? -Good.
José can't know about this.
Ledian, stay here.
And this guy?
No, Paco, stay, we're among friends, OK?
Well, there she is.
Have fun.
Hello, Jeanette.
Hello.
Hey!
You're prettier in real life.
-Thank you. -Do you want to be here?
You brought a friend.
Yes. Hello, Javier.
Hello.
You want to kiss me?
-You like the idea, right? -Yes.
You pig.
What are you doing? Paco! Paco!
Don't move, man.
Here.
You bitch.
Paco! What are you doing?
-Drop it, motherfucker. -Paco!
Drop the gun, motherfucker, or I'll blow your brains out.
Let go of me, you f...
We're gonna sign some papers.
Don't fall asleep.
-Want a whisky? -What did you give me?
What is this?
-Honey, what are you doing? -Javier, sign.
-What did I do? -Sign it, shit.
Sign it, shit. Fucking sign. Sign.
Fucking sign.
He's fucking... partying.
I'll give him a party. Isn't that right?
-This is fucking dumb. -I knew you didn't have the balls.
But I do.
We want you to have fun, right, motherfucker?
Did you reach bone?
No, it was a scratch. Besides, he deserved it.
With this we've got Horacio by the balls now.
The island's ours, Rober.
Awesome, awesome.
-Keep this under wraps, eh? -It's an investment fund.
You're getting married in Ibiza like the hippies.
This is spectacular.
When I get to Madrid, I'll get you a copy, OK? Great work.
-Perfect. -Thanks a lot.
You've got more balls than Joan of Arc.
You like that crayfish.
Everything alright?
I've got a favor to ask.
-Sure, whatever you want. -Come with me.
This is easy.
Come here, come here.
They're going to wake up, it's very late.
I'm limping, I can't hold you.
-Maui. -Hello.
How are you?
Just when I have to go.
Goodbye, ma'am.
I'm glad you're better.
Much.
Terrific.
I spoke to Caballero and he said...
He has a job for you on TV, as a dancer.
You just don't get it.
Hello. How's the pain?
Maui, I'm not going to be held responsible for what you did.
You're not responsible.
I am.
I fell in love with you.
I'm going to marry Isa.
I don't care what you do.
Get married.
That doesn't mean that I don't worry about you.
José, go away.
Go away, José.
Good evening.
-Go! -Hotties!
Olé!
Cheers!
There, go, tiger!
Go for it!
You're so handsome!
Hottie! Come here, you bastard!
Caballero, to your horses!
They're new, you fag! Fantastic!
-I'll introduce you later. -OK.
I promised you this once, and it's come true.
-Look at the mom, so pretty! -The mom!
Get a good recording of her! Look at her dance! Go!
Suck and hang!
Suck and hang! Sure! Let's go!
The kid's getting married!
The mom! Dance!
-Go for it, go! -Get it down ya!
-The mom-in-law! One like this! -No, no!
-Just one! -How can I drink like this?
Open your mouth, you'll see. The mom-in-law knows how!
The mom!
No, no, no.
-Congratulations. -Right. I know.
-Thank you. -Happy for one day.
This... is my man.
I'm glad you're finally partners without the need for quarrels.
National Police, hello.
Come in.
Here you go.
Marcelo Ortega, the Colombians' man in Madrid.
The gang's all here.
We can start busting balls.