IN THE 90S, COCAINE TRAFFICKING AND MADRID'S DISCOS
WERE IN THE HANDS OF A GANG KNOWN AS "THE MIAMI"
"THE IMMORTAL" WAS THE BOSS. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY HIS REIGN
AND THE CITY THAT SAW HIM DIE SO MANY TIMES.
DIALOGUES, SITUATIONS AND CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN FICTIONALIZED
If you like we'll pick up this issue in a few minutes.
María, what did you have to tell us about the Miamis?
It's very serious. The celebrity in question...
We all know who we mean.
I won't say the name...
Are you those Miamis?
I don't know what this loony is saying.
-She ordered us to be beaten up. -What?
-Yes, yes. -What do you mean?
What are we coming to? Are we insane?
I can't believe it.
-Are you or not? -I don't know that woman.
What do you think?
And she asked it to be the Miamis.
It looks like she knows you.
Stop watching these programs.
This woman... I don't know what we're going to...
Work's getting more and more dangerous.
-You've made yourselves famous. -We're not famous.
Lots of guys are wearing Miamis jackets,
they're sprouting like mushrooms.
Fucking brats.
She didn't hire you, did she?
-Are you serious? -Sorry.
Look, you see all this?
It too was hard to get
to let some famous chick turn it all to shit now.
Hey, famous chick...
The gym goes there.
A fucking sweet housing development there,
with a parking space for every apartment,
and in the middle a pool for everyone.
Sure.
Put in a squash court
and you'll get three million pesetas per apartment.
When are the re-zoning meetings?
Keep spoiling the councilor
and we'll have the machines on the job in no time.
I'll invite him to dinner tonight, spoil him a bit more.
Here, tickets for Rigoletto, at the Royal.
Your wife will love it.
Take her to the opera, and then... whatever happens.
No T-bone steaks here, huh?
-T-bone steaks? -You go with Pepa.
Fine. What's this Rigoletto about?
-Wonderful, isn't it? -Very nice.
Next month I'm holding the benefit dinner with my friend Pilar,
in the casino.
She's a friend of my mother.
And your father. He's touched her more than her husband has.
Don't be awful, she's terribly young.
That's what I mean.
If it makes her happy...
She's always happy.
If you don't care if you go bald and get a belly...
Count us in for the benefit.
Bald, she says. If we didn't have joint assets, she'd find out.
Next time let's get some hookers, the usual deal.
Sure. No, thanks.
They take your money too,
but at least they clean your pipes.
I'll take you to some who clean you right out.
The vote on your land is on Thursday.
-Friday, hookers. -Don't worry about it,
I trust you completely. Let's go.
Get me out of here!
Fucking Colombians!
Motherfuckers!
Fuck!
Give me something, please.
Claudio, Spain on the line.
Yes, hello.
Sir, your brother's handling the treatment like a champ.
Don't worry, the worst is over.
-When can I talk to him? -Don't rush it.
As soon as he's ready, we'll put him in a suite,
then you can talk whenever you want.
Take care of him, okay?
We always do. We really buck him up. Bye.
How is he?
I don't know. Fucking drugs.
Nice life, sister-in-law.
Is my brother in?
He's upstairs, having a shower.
I need to ask you a favor.
Another one?
One hundred thousand pesetas. I won't ask again.
You said it two weeks ago, didn't you?
It's the last time I'll ask you for anything.
Look, talk to José.
Okay, thanks a lot.
Don't make a scene, Carmen, because I'm not your mother.
Will you give it to me or not?
You know how mad your brother will get
if he finds out who you're giving the money to.
Let him.
Great, very mature.
You're taking the piss, just so you know.
-Hey! -Hi.
What was my sister doing here?
Nothing, she came to borrow a dress.
When she wants money, she asks me.
I already gave it to her. She can buy one she likes.
Isa.
-What? -What does she want the money for?
It's all I could get. It's not much, but anyway...
Thanks, honey.
You don't know how important this is for me.
Even if it was pennies, which it isn't,
what you're doing for me is like winning the lottery.
-To make money. -To make money.
-Go on, get out. -What are you doing? Leave me alone.
-Let her go, you'll hurt her. -Shut up, you've got some balls!
Can't we talk like normal people?
What did I say? I never want to fucking see you again.
José, please, come on.
José, it's been a long time, no need to be like that.
-Don't touch me! -Listen to me!
-Let's go. Come on, move it. -No.
Isa told you, of course.
I don't get how you can be so naive.
How long have you been giving him money?
They'll beat him up unless he pays what he owes.
Fuck him, maybe he'll finally fucking disappear.
You're incredible. Are you listening to yourself?
-He's your father too. -Did he tell you he missed you?
-Yes. What? -Yes. He's changed, right?
-Yes. What's wrong? -You're an idiot, Carmen.
Shit, keep insulting me and I'll jump out of the car.
He finds out we've got money and comes crawling.
-How can you be such a moron? -Fuck you.
What are you doing? Stop it, eh? Fucking hell...
Carmen!
What?
-Don't you understand? -Do you understand me?
-People can change. -Yes, but not him.
That's for me to decide, eh? I'll see him if I want! Fuck you!
-You don't know him. -That's the problem!
I don't know him, you won't let me.
And it's not fair.
He's my father.
You can't do anything, he's my father.
Does she drive you insane, or what? What the fuck...
Carlitos, eat those chips in the living room.
I don't want to.
I said, put the TV on. Go on, move it.
Your father was always a smooth talker.
He could be the sweetest man in the world.
What? Have you forgotten how he treated us?
I remember very well.
But I can't stay bitter all my life.
I couldn't have handled it.
What do I do?
Do what you have to do,
but don't shut your sister out over that bastard.
Sebas is already so far away.
More relaxed?
You should've told me.
José, please, she's a kid.
Naturally she wants to know her father and worries about him.
Never fucking lie to me again.
Sebas is no saint and how many chances have you given him?
It's not the same thing.
Then tell her everything so she understands. José...
-José, can we talk? -How are you? Go ahead.
Listen, I've been thinking and...
-Is it important? -It is to me.
Shit, what do you want?
-To get out of Madrid for a while. -You want a vacation?
-No. -What do you want?
I want Ibiza.
Sebas is out and it's a good plan.
-Seriously? -Yes.
José, I spoke to Correa. You know what he told me?
The council motherfuckers aren't going to sign.
-They're not going to sign. -What?
I don't know, he told me they're not signing. Fuck it.
No, I swear it was going fine, but with that shit on TV...
The technician found out you were involved.
-What technician? -The town planning guy.
He won't sign to re-zone it, and much less for you.
Is he all high and mighty?
He doesn't want to dirty his hands with thugs, he says.
We'll see about that.
In every council there are always sticklers.
-Get out of here. -It's not my fault, I swear.
Get out.
Fucking hell. Okay, okay.
-Hold it. -Do I talk to the technician?
Good, Juanito.
Let's do it the easy way or we'll end up on the news.
Call Correa. Find out what this dickhead is on about.
What do we do about the TV shit?
This is getting out of hand, José.
The bullshit is over.
-Hey, Fausti... You got one? -Two more right by here.
We can sell them in Gucci.
The Bad Boys Fall-Winter collection.
We'd make a killing, they're real popular.
You bet. Waiter, some olives?
What's up, José?
You guys partying or what?
What are you, the waitress?
Fine, I'll have another.
You're the Miamis, from on the TV, right?
What do you think?
We'll break your legs for free.
Do you know who I am?
Why are you wearing that fucking jacket?
Bastard!
Fuck your mother! I'll beat your head in!
Motherfucker!
I don't want to see these fucks again.
Motherfucker.
That's our job, to burn rags.
He brought these baseball jackets from Miami, he can burn them.
Don't be an orangutan, he didn't say no to you.
Here, either you're family...
or you're fucked.
Chill out, it's like you've got your fucking period.
It's easy for you, Blondie, you're a spoiled brat.
I don't get a fucking chance.
Your time will come.
Don't tell me it's not cool.
Looks like the Fallas bonfires.
-Fuck! -Take it easy, eh, man?
It's fine here...
José, leave that, let's go home. I'll take you.
No, no, I'm staying for a bit...
-C'mon, shit, let's go. -We're sticking around.
Leave him. If he doesn't want to see the missus, we'll party.
Caballero, don't be a dick. Come on.
No, she lied to me. I don't like it.
Drink the whole fucking Mediterranean,
but Isa's not to blame for your old man.
What are you on about?
-We're going to "Oh!" -Good night. I'm going.
There's a Cuban chick waiting with an ass...
She drives me crazy, daddy.
-I'm going. -You're going?
What is this? What a couple of old ladies.
You want something?
Who is it?
What's up?
The next time you come, you have to warn me.
It's my house, I pay for it too.
In fact, I pay for it by myself.
No room for more money here.
Today I'm withdrawing.
What's Cantinflas doing here?
Am I asking you what the money's for?
Every rooster to his coop.
Get you one, champ?
José.
Come on, let's go, it's late.
Now? Ready?
Happy? Let's go.
Bastard.
You there, stay.
NOTICE OF SEIZURE
My God!
You haven't changed at all.
What for?
Thanks a lot, José.
If it wasn't for you...
-You were always my right eye. -Shut up, you're nicer like that.
Seriously, I'll never forget what you've done for me.
But I can't make it on this.
Well, fuck you.
I've got a debt with a bookie.
The Chinese guy in Lavapiés, do you know him?
-I pay him, or he gets the house. -That's your problem.
Sure it's my problem, fuck.
It's my problem because I need a bit more cash from you.
José, because... José.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
It's all set, okay?
I know a jockey, the poor guy owes me a favor,
a big one, because I saved his ass.
The guy's this big, but his girlfriend's taller than you.
Little and large.
-No, Paco, no, no. -Listen to me.
-We're going to fix a race. -A fix, huh?
Yes, we save the house, I give you back what's yours...
and you take a cut, okay?
Let me out.
Tell me something I haven't heard.
Give me the money and I swear you'll never see me again, okay?
Thanks, José.
Your sister thanked you, you could answer or...
I said I don't want to hear any more about it. Got it?
-You're going too far, José. -Can we eat in peace?
Don't talk to me like that.
Sorry. It slipped out.
Well, cut it out. And talk to her.
No, fuck it, it's couple stuff. She'll get over it.
Please.
If you're going to be a bully, go to the living room.
What's wrong, Carmen?
Nothing.
You know what he wanted?
Five million. Five million.
Yes, I'm a fool and a brat. And I cost you a fortune.
Relax, I'll get it back to you.
What's up with her now? Teen troubles or...?
You don't understand at all.
I've been looking after this family for many years.
You can't control everything.
We're not always going to do what you want.
What do you want, a family or a flock?
Don't count on me for that.
"Flock", she says.
Let go, let go.
-Up we go. -I can do it, fuck.
If you stay pissed off like this, you'll fuck things up.
No, no.
This asshole's not fucking up my life again.
What are you going to do?
He said he'd leave you in peace?
Give him the money and fuck him.
Correa, bad timing.
I just saw the town planning guy
and it's no use.
He won't sign the re-zoning papers even if you put a gun to his head.
-Yeah, he'll sign. -Well, José.
I'll take care of it.
I'll take Fausti.
You've got enough on your plate.
Can you step into the office?
Look at him.
Let's go.
Good afternoon, sir.
-Excuse me, we've come on behalf... -I can imagine who you are.
I already told your lawyer I'm not changing the report.
Look here,
don't take any notice of the crap they say on TV.
We're very decent people.
Upright businessmen.
I've got a lot to do, really.
Hey, you bastard, we can do this the easy way
or the hard way, eh?
The same thing goes for your family.
You can do as you see fit.
Let go of me, please.
Thank you.
He won't sign because he's a fucking nutcase.
A nutcase who won't do anything. He said he won't sign.
So I don't know.
Anyone else would've pissed their pants, but not this bastard.
What did you do?
-I did what I had to do. -"What you had to do."
He'll have a weak spot. We're all scared. Maybe you're not...
-Not him, man. -Not him!
No, not him.
-No? -No.
There'll be some way. Grab someone and...
-José, shit, José. -Put him in a situation like...
-Shit, José. -No.
-What's wrong? -Back off.
-Come on, José, that's enough. -What did I tell you?
You'll have done something.
You didn't do anything?
Say something, fuck it!
-I could fuck you up, you bastard. -Then do it.
That's your problem, you're a fucking coward.
You should've done the Gominas thing.
It's all fine, eh? Relax.
We're talking.
You're asking me for Ibiza, right?
Then earn it.
Two tequilas, please, Lidia.
I can't always take care of everything, man.
Is everything alright?
Go ahead.
Your town planning guy is bitter
since his daughter turned up dead in San Juan reservoir.
What's that got to do with this?
You're fucking jumpy today.
She drowned late at night coming back from a party,
but a friend saw her arguing with some semi-boyfriend,
a fucking idiot, the jealous type.
The son of some rich guy
who owns half the garages in Madrid.
-So? -The case was closed as an accident.
Your man never agreed with the official version,
but he didn't have the balls to do anything.
-He's been down ever since. -Get to the point.
Life means nothing to him, he won't sign the re-zoning.
You've hit the wall this time.
We'll see.
Where the fuck are you going?
-You're a goddess. -The things you say!
See you in a few days, okay? I'll call you.
Call me.
-That's how you spend my money? -No, she's a friend.
Right.
Look...
If I give you money to fix this and you turn up again, I'll kill you.
Thank you, José. From the bottom of my heart, really.
In this life all I have left are my friends
and my word.
Get out and have a drink, son. Come on, please. Get out.
When is the race, by the way?
You were always so untrusting.
You know why, Dad?
Because you always said...
you'd never do it again.
And I thought it was true.
When is the race? Tell me.
Nicoleta!
Is Isa in?
She said she went out with friends. Do you want some dinner?
No, thanks.
See you soon.
-I thought you weren't coming. -Right.
Let's go, there's no time.
The Chinese guy's set it up nicely.
This way.
What's up?
-Watch the stairs. -Always the classy joints, eh?
They won't let me in the casino, I'll have to make do.
Hello.
Five million.
Two for your boss, the rest for the guys at the track, race 4.
Take the bet and I'll pay you the pittance I owe you today.
Come on, girl, it's about to start.
That's it, José. This time we'll make a killing.
Okay, we'll see.
I swear on my dear mother that I'm not lying.
No, don't swear so much, you regret it later.
Look, my midget buddy is nine, in the orange cap, okay?
He's the odds-on favorite. We're on four and seven.
One of them is sure to win.
Go, guys, go, go, go.
Go.
What's this guy doing? What? What's he doing?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
No way... This guy...
What's this guy doing?
I'll kill this guy. What? He can't...
Hold him back. Shit.
What are you doing? Hold him back. Shit.
Hold him back, shit. Hold him back.
Hold him back. Hold him back. Shit!
Hold him back! Fucking...
Fucking bastard!
I'll kill that fucking midget.
I don't know what happened.
You think a professional jockey would throw it for a turd like you?
What do you have to say now?
Keep the five million and we're even.
-And thank the jockey for me. -Right.
-I'll deal with him. -So it was you.
-What the fuck, José? -What's wrong?
From now on, your debt's mine, got it?
-Sounds good? -Have you no shame?
I keep the house, the bet and everything you got from Carmen.
You want me to end up under a bridge, huh?
I don't care if you die, asshole.
Listen, you fucking moron.
What did you say?
You think you're the shit, but you're no better than me.
-What did you say? -And you'll end up worse than me
because you've always been a piece of shit.
What else?
Do you want to hit me? Do you?
-Go on, hit me, shit. -I should've a long time ago.
-Because you didn't have the balls. -No, because I was a kid.
If not for my mother, you wouldn't be here right now.
Sort your life out, but I never want to see you again, got it?
Got it?
Look at me, have some balls for once in your life.
Look at me. It's the last time you're doing this. Look at me.
If I see you again, I'll kill you.
What are you gonna do with the house?
Sell it and maybe you'll get a cut.
No way, it has to be torn down.
I don't want one brick left standing.
Good.
So it doesn't fill up with squatters.
-Are you going with Fausti? -Let's go.
SAN JUAN RESERVOIR
Do you know who I am?
This is the fucker that killed your daughter, right?
All this for some land.
-No, I'm not talking about land. -Then...?
We all have shit to resolve in this life.
I'm giving you a chance to resolve yours.
This won't bring her back to me.
I understand.
I'm not like you.
Right.
UPCOMING PROMOTION BARRONAL HILL RESIDENCES
You're going to bust my closet with so much money, José.
You can also clean up your place and...
throw out that extra shit to fit in more money.
You got jealous.
You were on fire.
No, it just shits me to go to your place to give you money
and find a bigmouth fairy.
That's all.
How much?
How much what?
How much did it shit you?
Hello.
-How are you? -Good.
So this is the bunk where you jerked off, bro?
How the hell can I have a baby, man?
You have it, like everybody.
Maybe you won't be as bad as your old man.
That's right.
Fuck it.