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.
Dance, dance.
Watch it, not so close. Hey, babe.
Here, to celebrate.
Cleaning out your body is rough,
and you got cleaner than the butt of Baby Jesus.
Thanks, Claudio.
Well done.
See, now the party's looking up.
Yeah?
Let's go.
THE IMMORTAL
Sheila,
I baptize you in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
-Amen. -Amen.
Honey.
Some applause for the girl, please.
Smoke the traitor.
Don't be a pussy, he's eating lead anyway.
Faggot, faggot.
Faggot, faggot!
-Enough. -Don't do it, faggot.
Leave the kid alone, it's not his business.
Give it here.
If you do something, do it right.
That bastard's gonna crush it in Spain.
What?
Didn't he tell you? The boss is sending him to your country.
He's gonna rule in the mother country.
Cutie!
-Cutie, there she is! -Come on, cutie.
Let's meet Uncle Marcelo.
-Say hello to him. -She's so pretty. Please...
What do you think?
Here, so you open an account for her from me.
Thank you. John.
-Look what he gave you. -For you.
Shame your brother couldn't make it to the celebration.
Shame about you too, Marcelo, I'm going to miss you.
When the bosses give orders, you listen.
-Is everything alright? -Yes, the usual.
It's so you don't get used to it.
And it confuses the enemy too.
What the fuck, man. If it isn't broken don't fix it.
Yes, I know. You won't notice the difference, don't worry.
Well, a friend of my brother? I don't like the set-up.
The order arrives tonight.
Are you listening? The order arrives tonight.
And tomorrow, tomorrow, I expect you at my farewell.
I'm making your mom's croquettes, got it?
-Count on me, for sure. -Cutie.
Come on, José, the photo.
-The photo. -I'll be right there.
Croquettes for my girl.
Cheese!
There, great.
Another. Here, at the camera.
Listen, honey,
there's no more room for more money here.
Well, who do you trust apart from yourself?
My fellow dancers.
No one says no to candy, right?
Are you serious?
Yes, I don't joke about this stuff, Maui.
-Today's Marcelo's thing, eh? -That's why I'm here.
Where'd you spend the night?
-The title holder or the sub? -When are you getting a girlfriend?
-You talk like my grandma, man. -I mean it.
You're getting on, and my sister will get tired of waiting.
How are you, Fausti?
I've got packages coming out of my ears.
You should've stayed in school.
You're going to bleed Colombia dry.
-The people ask and I give. -Two hundred kilos?
The people are lapping it up.
Cause you're not selling it, asshole.
-Crumbs. -How many crumbs for this?
Four, and I won't charge for labor.
We said two, Ledian, two.
-Where the fuck is Blondie? -There, look.
-You got it or what? -No.
No?
-You don't trust me. -Yeah.
And be careful, it cost me a fortune.
Let's go, come on.
...keeps an exceptionally good stock level...
Better be a fucking great watch for what it cost.
What the fuck's going on there? Stop, stop, stop.
The gang's all here.
Yeah, I see you, Gigantor.
Hello there.
-Problems? -Where are you going?
Las Matas, his girlfriend's birthday.
A quiet afternoon.
Did you find an ETA terrorist?
Right, let's go.
Move it.
Relax, eh?
Fucking hell!
Jesus fucking Christ.
-What a fucker. -Shit!
I spoke to Corbalán.
They arrested him like Al Capone, on laundering and fiscal fraud.
Sure, because Marcelo didn't touch the merchandise.
And when the fuck is Corbalán coming? When?
That's what we pay him for.
Couldn't he have come last week and told us this would happen?
That doesn't matter now.
At this point it's better if you stay away from both of them.
-Do we have to worry? -I'm your lawyer, I always worry.
What do you recommend?
First, don't touch the money and stay away from any guns
you don't have a license for.
-Yeah. All of them then. -All of them.
And most importantly, don't shift any coke for a few days.
Impossible, how else do I pay what I owe the Colombians?
-A few days, José. -Impossible.
Up to you. You could be left with no coke, no money and in jail.
And we should... take precautions, just in case.
if they want to arrest me, they know where to find me, Rober.
No, we can't be sure that Marcelo won't sing.
Marcelo won't talk, I assure you.
It doesn't hurt to be on the safe side.
Polvoranca called. He wants to know when we'll get him what's his.
The others will start calling too.
Fine, we stop it all and no one enters the warehouse
until we're sure we're not being followed, okay?
-What the fuck do I tell them? -That the drugs are bad.
They're to relax. We'll call them. They're to relax.
You stay and take charge of it all.
I'll make do, yeah.
But if a decision has to be made, I'll call you, eh?
You'd better. And if you think of keeping any money,
I'll blow your head off.
-What? -Where will you go?
Is that clear? Smash the phone and toss it after every call, got it?
One phone, one call. Rober may be taking over,
so if you need money or whatever, ask him.
-I can look after myself, thanks. -Relax, this won't last long.
They have nothing on me.
That's why I toss a phone every time I talk to you.
What are you now, the king?
No, I'm not the king, but this is how it goes, got it?
Where will you stay?
It's better you don't know.
No, I want to know. Where will you stay?
Nicoleta, that at the door, I told you.
You know you can't know that. Don't shit me, Isa.
Great.
All straight, right? See me out?
José, I want to leave here.
-This is shit. -Are you serious?
Yes, I'm serious. Choose wherever you want,
Miami, wherever, but I want to leave here.
I don't want this, for us or for her.
Skinny,
it's the way it is, you know it.
But hang in there, then we'll go where you want.
You're not alone, we have a daughter.
I know.
Hang in there.
Honey.
Take care of your mother.
I love you!
Don't be a wuss, no one's looking for us.
You're pretty sure. What do you know about Marcelo?
Nothing yet, I haven't spoken to my Narcotics buddy.
You at your own pace and chilled out, huh?
Hold on, let's take it easy. I'm doing what I can.
Then do more.
Not there, kids drink there.
If Marcelo says anything about us, I want to be the first to know.
Got it?
Being boss is going to your head, and it doesn't suit you.
Still, you have a beautiful dog.
Find out what the fuck is going on and call me.
What's up, José?
Some asshole down there.
Right.
Corduroy pants, striped shirt.
It's Eduardo, from the 5th floor.
Why is he staying there so long?
Because he's a taxi driver.
He shares the car with his brother-in-law
and it's his shift.
How long are you staying?
What's wrong?
-Do you watch all your neighbors? -I spent lots of time here alone.
-So buy a TV. -No.
I like to watch people.
I hate being alone.
What's up, you pussies?
Hey, Sebas, you fag!
Where are you going with that hair, bro?
-You like it? -Come here.
-You wanna fuck my ass, you fag? -You'd like the tip in you, eh?
Claudio, this is Rober, the bastard son of the family.
-Nice to meet you. Welcome to Spain. -Consigliere.
Nice to meet you. Sebas talks a lot about you.
What happened? You took ages.
Did you get stopped at Customs?
No way! We came First Class. They didn't even ask for tickets.
First Class... My ass!
They gave us some lines for the flight and everything.
Don't believe it, what it took to clean him up,
I yanked out his nose first.
Where the fuck is my brother?
I'll tell you when a second.
You freak, bro.
-She's so ugly, the bugger. -You're the ugly one.
She looks like José.
Who thought of the name?
-Sheila's cool, eh? -Sure, Sheila's cool.
With that name and her uncle,
the whole kindergarten's going to respect her.
Ignore him, sweetie, you're better off with your aunt.
Give her to me, she has to eat.
Come on, to the table! It'll get cold!
It won't get cold, Mom, it won't have time.
-More? -Yes.
You're crazy, Mom, stew for dinner.
Your brother likes it.
Who knows what he ate in that godforsaken country!
Certainly not stew.
I really wanted us to be all together.
-Why is José taking so long? -No, he's not coming after all.
Why is that?
I don't think it's right
to not come and see his brother after so long.
He's the one missing out.
Is something wrong?
No, work stuff.
Should I worry?
No, Asun, the car dealer called about something...
He's a worrier, Mom. We've always known that.
He'll be the richest man in the cemetery.
Shit, this is great.
I really want to see you.
How much?
I could shag you right now.
You're an animal. Have you spoken to Correa yet?
You have to be patient, Isa.
What's wrong?
Why did you go quiet?
Have you thought about what I said?
Not now, Skinny, okay?
-How are you all? -Fine.
What's the little one doing?
Sleeping, as usual.
I wish I could be there with you two now.
Listen, I have to go.
I love you loads, both of you.
-José, be careful, please. -Of course.
POLICE
-López. -What's up, you bastard?
What are you doing here?
I get bored in my precinct and I thought, "I'll visit Lopez."
Fucking bad timing. I have to do a report.
We bust our balls and then what?
Have you released that guy?
-Does the Cali Cartel ring a bell? -No.
The judge either, he won't even put him on remand.
Maybe he sang "La Traviata."
-I'll go, I've been on all night. -Right. Hi to the family.
You're kidding, you bastard.
Hey, Maui. Come here, sweetie. José's here, right?
Yes.
What a look.
You shat yourself! You though I was the cops!
You dickhead.
-Get dressed, we're going. -What is it?
They let out Marcelo.
He didn't talk?
No, the fag cop says...
he didn't open his mouth even to drink water.
-I told you, I fucking told you. -Come on, get dressed.
-A bit of trust, eh? -Let's go. Let's go!
Maui, it's been ages, give me a hug.
Fuck, you got guy smell on you.
-A bit of... -A bit of a shower, yeah.
-Come on, let's go. -I'll get my things.
I've been shitting spicy food for two weeks.
-To the warehouse, right? -Yes. Fausti's on his way too, okay?
We gotta get moving, man.
What are you doing, you fairy? Get off the car.
Girl...
Fairy?
-Fucking hell. -Give it here.
Who are you calling fairy?
-What's this shit, man? -This is Colombia.
Colombia, right?
How are you?
Clean, José.
-Clean, thanks to you. -No, to you, you bastard.
Let's get to work. We gotta get this country moving.
Pure flakes, man.
But that's crap, the good stuff is the chalk.
-It sells like hotcakes. -You got no idea what sells now.
-Says the expert. -It sells itself.
You know I know.
-No one on the door? -Fucking Rafi should be here.
Fucking hell.
-You only left one or what? -No, Rodri outside and Casas inside.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fucking hell!
Shit!
-I should've put more people on it. -It's over, Rober! Cut it out!
Fuck!
-You didn't do this, you dick? -You're kidding, you bastard!
I'm not your brother or your blood,
but you know what I'd do to the fuck who did this!
-That's enough! -You know it, you bastard.
And where the fuck is Blondie? She's already robbed us once.
-Blondie's not involved. -Are you sure?
We'll check every fucking gram that moves in Spain this weekend.
You hear?
Let's go.
Casas, to top it off.
I don't believe it, José. Fucking hell.
We have to tell his sister.
You relax, they'll have to move it sooner or later.
-Relax and lookout. Fuck me! -What a fuckup!
I'll call her in two hours, okay.
I'll call him then. OK, thanks. Asshole.
How's it going?
We're in deep shit, bro.
Well...
Even with the stash money,
there's not enough to pay the fucking Colombians.
What if we sell the dealership?
To do this right takes time.
We can't.
They really fucked us up the ass.
Alright...
Relax, eh?
This is easy, okay?
-Call Sebas. -What for?
Call him, get him to come.
What do you think? It's like my second home.
Nice place.
But the chicks don't move much, right?
Yeah, but it's early. You'll see later.
José, he's looking good.
Despite the addiction, which is hard to kick.
-Thanks a lot, José, really. -I'm glad.
Everything alright?
We have a problem, Marcelo. Our merchandise got stolen.
We can't pay.
I don't make that decision, you to talk to him now.
I don't give a shit who stole your merchandise.
We held up our part of the deal.
And we'll hold up ours.
Are we brothers here or what?
Don't bullshit me, eh? Business is business.
-If you want charity, go to mass. -I know, but don't fuck us over.
I'm not here for the bitches or to be anyone's friend.
No, you're here to get your bosses' money, right?
Listen to him. He knows how it works.
Fine, and if we can't pay now, what do we do?
Claudio, they'll pay. They're good clients, I'm telling you.
-Don't be such a hard-ass. -We'll pay you, shit.
One week.
And a watch like that.
Just one? Three if you want.
By the way,
congratulations on your daughter's baptism.
Excuse me.
First you disappear for days and now you tell me
to go to my parents' place. What's your deal?
I don't like the way things are.
What the fuck is going on?
You're not going to tell me.
Yes, I tell you everything, right?
I've got money trouble with the Colombians.
So? They won't come for us, they don't do that.
No, they don't settle things in Colombia like they do here.
They just changed bosses and I don't like the new one.
Are you scared?
No.
Come here, honey. What's wrong?
It's alright.
It's alright, honey.
Fix what you have to fix,
put a thousand thugs on the door, a fucking army...
-It's alright. -... but I'm not leaving my home.
The guy drove me nuts, I had to give him a special deal.
But in the end he paid in cash, so... perfect.
-And I've got a Ferrari in the bag. -Fucking great.
Yesterday I went to...
Archy, and Pacha. No one knows anything.
-Right. What is it? -It's turning up.
Fucking great. Good, Blondie. See you.
I'm meeting Nano to get info.
I know where the guy is, in Picassent...
with 50 kilos to shift around Valencia.
-Are you sure? -Like I tell you. Shit.
-Albanian motherfucker. -Sure, too much gear for me.
And "the route" isn't what it was.
But the guy was in a rush to shift it.
But sure, nobody gets nothing for nothing, right?
-So I call Rober. -I told him to make a deal.
We're meeting in a foundry in Fuenlabrada, at 10:30 tomorrow.
Where the fucker keeps his trash.
Great, Rober. Good, good.
Motherfucker's gonna freak, right, José?
-Sure thing, Nano. -See?
That's what friends are for.
And if I lose my turf I'm coming here, eh?
-You'll be welcomed, you know it. -Nano.
Why not buy a round before you go?
-Sure. You earned it today. -I earned it today.
Let's go.
This is for you and this so you get cleaned up later.
That's not bad.
Nano...
the Russian girl's worn out, I'd go with the Colombians.
Look at you, Sebas...
You've gotten real Latino.
Madam, the wine's here.
And the flavor.
From now on, do we always do it
in front of these men? Just so I know.
-Isa. -What?
-It's the way it is. -Right.
And I'm not going to stop doing what I do.
Right.
Don't try to leave us again.
You hear me? Ever.
Of course.
Ledian doesn't leave his people.
That's why we have to go in guns blazing.
-Don't give them a chance. -Guns blazing, but no bullshit.
Everyone got it?
When we go in, watch for my signal
and keep your eyes peeled, John.
Carlos, you take this van. Follow me.
I want Ledian alive, eh? I want to talk to him.
We have to find out who the fuck is helping Ledian.
Ledian!
José!
What the fuck, Fausti.
It was you or him.
Eighty kilos.
They've shifted over half of it, the bastards.
Is it enough to pay Claudio?
If we get it all out tonight, with the cash I've got...
we settle the debt.
I'll call the people and we'll distribute it fast.
-Careful, here. -I'll go with you, Rober.
-You take Fausti or Sebas. -Are you serious?
Roberto, save the guilt for La Pepa.
Look...
who's my daughter's godfather? Who? Tell me.
-I am. -What else do you need to know?
-Yeah, let's go. -Shall we go?
Let's go.
Call Quino. Tell him to keep the 50 we'll give him right now.
You know what to do with this?
I remember when you took your bike to pick up
three grams to sell.
My old man's Rieju... A legend. The shit, bro.
And look at you now, you bastard.
Look out, look out!
Stop, Police!
Police! Police!
-Hands where I can see them! -You're under arrest!
Don't move!
Hands!
Correa will take care of everything.
They didn't even resist, he'll get them out in no time.
Who was it?
I don't know.
You don't know and you just turn up here?
-It had to be the Colombian. -What Colombian, Sebas?
Marcelo.
He spoke to the fucking cops, that's why they let him out.
I'll speak to Correa, you take care of that pig.
Your brother stood up for you 1000 times, now it's your turn.
My brother put his hand in the fire for fucking Marcelo
and he sells him out to the police.
-Why do stupid shit like that? -To get released.
But the bosses got him a good lawyer.
The bosses removed him to put you in his place.
Why did they want him out of Spain?
Sometimes you have to open the window
for fresh air and to stop the rot.
Besides, Marcelo had lots of friends here already.
Stop the rot?
Marcelo's no fool.
He knew the bosses didn't trust him,
so what does he do?
He makes a deal with the police,
cheats us with Ledian to get a few million in his pocket
and set up on his own.
And he puts the police on my brother to get rid of him.
It's a serious accusation, kid.
Marcelo is a traitor.
I wouldn't have the balls to tell you this if I wasn't sure.
-Police! -Freeze! Police!
Don't move!
-Don Marcelo! -What's up, son?
-Everything alright? -Excellent.
Come inside. Let's go.
-What are you having? -Rum, right?
That way.
Your croquettes are great!
I'll give you some advice.
You have to eat what the people eat,
so you get to know the country and the people.
You're going to miss all this.
But I'll be back.
-Thanks, son. -Thanks.
If you want, I'll talk to the bosses,
so they make an exception and let you come back.
-That's right, talk to them. -Anyway, Cali is Cali...
-...and the rest is nothing. Cheers. -Cheers.
-What did the prosecutor say? -He laughed his ass off.
Motherfucker.
Just like I'm saying.
No, no way. Give the man what he deserves.
Why are you shutting that, son? Why...?
There you go.
Cali doesn't pay snitches.
Leave it all clean, you know.
Pull!
One day I must take you partridge hunting in my village.
Nice trap you set for the Albanian.
Russian.
I don't care, if you hadn't killed him
the bastard would've left our asses high and dry.
I liked him.
But he had no patience.
He offered the coke to people he shouldn't have.
My cut? More for us then.
The cut for your Narcotics guy is there too.
He confiscated more than he has in his whole life.
The medal he'll get is plenty.
Try it.
Pull!