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At the end of the 90s, the Miami gang split into two factions.

"The Immortal" and his former lieutenant began a violent struggle

for control of drug trafficking in Madrid.

This confrontation shook his reign and fed his legend.

All situations and characters have been fictionalized.

Get rid of this.

Hello?

All good?

I love seeing you like this. I just love it.

THE IMMORTAL

MADRID, 7 YEARS AGO

How is it?

- Same as usual. - OK. Today, a bit harder. OK?

Hang in there.

Very good.

Hang in there. A bit more.

That's enough! That's enough, dammit!

- José Antonio, the therapy... - Three months you've been at it.

Your therapy's working, José Antonio.

But you need to be more patient.

Right, we'll stop for today. OK?

The nurse will be along soon.

We'll carry on tomorrow.

Fucking hell!

José.

What is it? Are you alright?

I'm not to blame for what happened to you.

Didn't you want a plate for the watermelon?

Look, a plate for the watermelon.

Hello.

Who's coming? Who?

It's Mama!

Hello.

- Bubbles again? - We've been at it for an hour.

Look what she's done to your floor.

- How is Jose? - Well...

He's pig-headed. You know him.

Mama, Mama.

- Oh, by the way... - She's Mama.

A certain Bruno called, from some bank.

I don't know if it's important or not, but here's his number.

It must be nothing. I'll call him tomorrow.

Big kiss. I have to run.

Big kiss, honey. My girl, a kiss, I'm going.

- I've told you not to call me. - Isabel, your money's in my bank,

No one would question my calling you.

Bruno, please.

I just landed in Madrid, a couple of hours ago.

I wanted to surprise you.

- I thought you'd like to meet up. - Impossible.

I'm at my usual hotel.

I made a reservation for tomorrow. If you fancy dinner and...

Didn't you hear me?

Now I just want to be with my daughter and my husband.

If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

You're comfortable there, in José's chair?

My brother's not thinking right, Rober.

Either we make a move, or Fausti will run us over.

Put that shit away.

What? You are the boss now? For fuck's sake.

- You're smart, eh? - No, I'm an idiot. You're the smart one.

Listen to me.

- Hold it. - What's wrong?

Let's do it for José, shit!

We blow that spic's head off, and Madrid's our bitch again.

You want to give it up, right? There you go.

Dead dogs don't bite. We hit him and you do your thing.

Your brother's told you to relax. Right? Go smoke a joint.

How can I? This fucker's screwing us over!

Come on, John, or we'll be late.

How the hell can I relax? Go ahead and tell me!

- Quit bugging me. - One joint, two! I can't relax!

They've even kept the fucking jackets!

Coz!

- 'Sup, dog? - I'm so fucking happy you're here.

- I'm the happy one. - Seriously, eh?

- I ain't seen you in fucking ages. - Tequila for my coz here!

- A cold brewski. - Tequila and a brewski!

Man, your face...

- You're uglier than ever. - It's from fucking so much.

- Yeah, right? - My eyes are popping.

Look.

Looking good, cousin.

This is nothing, motherfucker, you'll see.

So, dog, tell me. Who am I here to pop?

No hurry there. The fucker's still in hospital.

Let's go right now and send him on his way.

This isn't Mexico City, dog.

This is Madrid. You take it easy here.

Take it easy here.

What a disappointment, eh, cousin?

I'm tired, I need a little action.

Look, you like all that TV bullshit,

the soaps, the celebrities, all that shit.

I'm going to introduce you to a celebrity, man.

Someone truly famous, see? Someone who's famous right here.

In the mother country?

- In the fucking mother country. - Antonio Banderas?

Caballero!

These letters came for you.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

- Lidia, see you later in El Mundo. - See you, handsome.

Don't let me down. Party girl. Check out "eggplant".

How are you, my friend?

How are you, Fausti? It's been a long time.

Too long.

Fausti, please, listen to me.

I don't know what's up between you guys, but leave me out of it.

I'm not involved, man. Ask anyone.

I don't go clubbing, or do coke.

I'm a new man. Fausti, please.

For fuck's sake.

For fuck's sake, Fausti!

Ask around. I don't go out. I've changed, I swear to God!

- He's a riot this guy. - A riot, how?

I like him.

For fuck's sake.

Please, not the face. It's my living. Shit!

Fausti, say something to this... Motherfucker!

You do business for José Antonio with some fool in Gibraltar.

I want you to go see that motherfucker... Look at me, you bastard!

I want you to go see that motherfucker

and tell him that as of now, whatever he needs, he asks me.

- Got it? - Sure.

And tell José Antonio...

to think about his daughter.

Better a crippled father than dead and buried.

Jet lag, coz.

Fausti, you're shitting me!

I've learned my lesson, shit. There you go!

Pop your cherry, hairy.

For fuck's sake...

I'm tired of getting beaten up, José.

You said you'd protect me, right? Well, look at my face.

This is my living, I can't get my face busted all the time.

And what can we do?

I want to be like the others, like Rober or Sebas.

I want to be the one beating people.

- You want to beat people up? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

You look nice. What happened to you?

Fausti. He did a number on me.

- If you want one, ask. - I'm really hungry.

You eat like pigs.

I want your advice on something else.

I want to open a Jap.

What's that?

A Jap? A Japanese restaurant, shit.

- For Japs? - Give me the menu.

For Japanese people?

A Japanese restaurant, in Madrid. It's the hottest thing.

In New York and London they're all the rage.

What?

What's wrong? It's perfect. I bring actresses, models, cool people,

and you have a reserved section for your things.

A restaurant is fucking great for laundering money.

We could launder as much as we fucking want.

Yeah. Cool. We'll do it.

- Yes? Can I count on you to invest? - Yeah, fuck it.

OK.

Now Fausti wants to fuck with our Gibraltar thing.

We can still call Claudio, so he'll send over smaller shipments.

- You'll ask him for more. - There you go.

- There you go. - And you go get Blondie.

Blondie? What the fuck for? She ran off, José.

Get Blondie. Take Nano with you.

Do you know where Blondie is?

She's on a pensioner's holiday.

I'm getting a sandwich, a Japanese chorizo one.

Girls, move your asses. Back to work.

- How's it going here? - Not bad at all.

Great. I'll call the new girl.

Kid, bring more whisky.

Guys!

José Luis. For your girl's First Communion.

Terrific. You spoil me.

- And this to buy a treat. - Thanks a lot, babe.

How's it going?

It's a weird day and I gotta get back to work.

- Stop whining, you'll out-party us all. - Sure.

Good evening.

Looking hot with dark hair, Blondie. Is it the same down below?

The drapes match the rug, right?

Let's go outside.

Move it.

Don't rush.

José Luis!

What's up?

- Give me a lift? I'm in a hurry! - Sure. If you fit next to the bear.

Well, guys, thanks for coming. See you some other day.

- Fucking hell. Fuck this... - Easy.

Coming!

Relax. Put that away!

Here I am.

- Yes? Who's this? - It's me. We have to talk.

WHO KNOWS WHERE

I'll ask "Cross-eyed" here to get her, he'll bring her before you guys.

- Fuck, José. - No shit.

- And stop looking at my leg. - It's not a leg, it's a stump.

I can't get it out of my head, bro.

I left you alone. It was all my fault.

Well, yeah.

But now the thing is to get out of here,

so I can kill that fucking Mexican myself.

Get me a beer.

I don't know. It's a fucking sign.

You're stinking rich and they almost killed you.

What more do you need to drop all this?

What more do I need? To win the lottery.

- What now? You angry? - I'm going fucking home.

Fucking coward, again?

Fausti is the fucking sign. Fausti.

The fucking sign, he says.

Now all of a sudden, Rober?

Now you don't want me to relax and smoke a joint?

It'll be my birthday present. Then I'll give it up.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

José Antonio will be pissed off. You know that, right?

- He'll get over it. - Are you sure?

You want to do it, right?

Of course I fucking do. You're not shitting me?

- No. - Come here.

- Have a shower. - That's the way, yeah.

How do we do it? Got something in mind?

Did you guys get a knock on the head?

Come on, you get your envelope every month.

It's not for your pretty face. Can you get to Fausti or not?

Of course I can.

How much do you want?

Don't look at us like that, tell us how much.

It won't be cheap.

It won't be cheap. We're not crazy anymore.

But get it straight, I arrest him

and take him wherever you say. There can't be a trace left.

Done. Don't sweat it, his dogs won't leave one bit.

- Say how much and we do it. - Think of a number and call him.

Simple as that. Don't worry about the money.

So, do they look good?

With this album, the judge is bound to give us the wires.

What are you doing?

Move it, let's go to the station.

Soria, what's wrong? Tired of playing the happy couple?

Hey, girl. How are you?

- I've seen better times. - And José, how is he?

He's asked to be discharged.

He's waiting for you in there.

Thanks for talking to him.

José, I was really scared.

You were still in a coma and I didn't trust Sebas.

Your friend, Fausti, you've seen what he's done right?

He wants it all.

I want you to go back to work and find him.

I don't want to work.

At least for a while.

I know you two won't stop until you kill each other.

- That's why. - That's why.

I don't want to get caught in the middle.

Then go, Blondie.

I've never felt it before, but this time I'm afraid.

Choose.

I made my choice a long time ago.

Right then, Blondie. And don't you worry,

I'll see to it nothing happens to you.

- I can do it. - Nicoletta, get the girl.

- Lift it up. - Lift it up a bit.

- Lift it up. - That's it.

Surprise!

WELCOME

Fucking hell, Mama!

For fuck's sake.

They're excited, dork.

I don't know what we're celebrating.

You're alive and you're home. Isn't that enough for you?

- What about you? - Shall we go for a ride?

- It's in the car, go look. - Damn it!

- Is the cocido ready? - Sure, honey.

- No, with me. - Let's go.

You can't know lots of people, one or two, that's it.

- Well, two. But yes. - Then don't say lots of people.

Well, sorry.

José, you have to put it on.

I've seen people with it and they barely limp.

You're a drag. You've only seen Gregorio, from the newsstand.

But it's true, you can hardly tell. I'll give you that.

What do you think?

- Is the girl asleep? - Yes, ma'am.

- She's asleep already? - Yes.

OK. Keep giving opinions.

Opinions are like asses, everyone's got one.

He'll put on the orthopedic leg when he wants to.

Will you stop talking about the fucking leg?

Can we talk about something else? That'll fucking do!

Why don't you put on yours?

Why don't you shut up and eat?

Did he throw it out?

- What, Carlitos? - The... fucking leg.

God damn it.

You son of a bitch.

- Watch out, he'll get you. - Go, tiger, concentrate.

Left jab. Left jab.

Nano, I have a job for you, here, in Madrid.

The route is dead. It's gone to shit.

But getting me out has a price.

See Rober.

What do you need?

I want to get Madrid back.

I need people to finish off Fausti once and for all.

- A lot of people. - I can set up a gang.

They're nutcases, but they work great.

How are you handling it?

I roped in a guy who's opening a beach bar in Marbella.

A beach bar in Marbella. Holy shit.

The sixth to open on the Costa del Sol.

30 kilos a month in high season.

- Not bad to start with. - No, to start with... it's good.

What have you got, Sebas?

Then what the fuck are you doing?

Let's get down to it.

Let's get to it, sure.

Rober.

Fausti knows all the stashes.

Yes, but we'll find a new one, OK?

Where?

I don't know.

Go see Maui. If she agrees, we'll start stashing our gear there.

OK? Don't worry. Right.

Tonight.

Tonight we whack the Mexican.

Let's talk it over with José first, OK?

- There's no need for that. - Sebas...

Fuck, we've been over this.

He's in the bag. We bring him the Mexican's head,

and José will cum with joy.

- Let's see how he wants to do it. - That has nothing to do with us!

- It's just a quick job tonight. - Do you stop Corbalán or do I?

- What? - Do I stop him, or do you?

Right.

- You're gonna break my window! - Fuck the fucking window.

- What is it? - "You stop him, or I do"?

- Right! - Are you fucking me over?

Let's do things right for once. For fuck's sake.

You're stopping him? Yeah, right? Fine.

- That's it. Whatever you want. - Right.

Get lost, or I'll bust your fucking head.

Get fucking going! You asshole motherfucker!

Gosh, let's get wet.

Hurry, your uncle will catch you.

Catch me.

Come here.

- C'mon, Sheila, get wet. - Get wet, Sheila.

Get in the water.

If he carries on like that, he'll get sick.

When you lost your mind on drugs,

your brother looked after you

and got you out of that shit.

Let's see if you can manage to help him now.

Where's Rober?

For this shit, I'm enough.

Get in, I get bored, being all alone.

Guys, follow us. Close.

What? Nervous?

No way.

I'm so itching to do it, it's making me horny.

You princess is in there.

You motherfucker!

So you were going to pay five million for my head.

Five?

I'm worth so little, you bastard.

I don't know why I've got stewed potatoes today.

- Aren't you eating? - I'm not hungry.

Look.

Sure, they fry them for you, because you're...

Nicoletta, can you take the girl to bed, please?

- No, when we finish dinner. - It's late. She has to sleep.

See you soon, honey.

What the fuck's wrong?

I spoke to Maui.

With anyone else, you could tell me it's just a fling,

and maybe I'd even get it. But, with her...

What is it?

When I found out, I hated her, but it's not her fault.

She loves you...

as much as I do.

The problem is you can't love anyone.

You're not even aware of how deeply you've hurt us both.

You cheated on me, but Maui tried to kill herself.

And still, you went back to her.

You're a psychopath.

Isa...

I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Sort it out any way you like, that is, if you want to do so.

Let's go!

Nicoletta! The girl!

- The girl The girl! - Nicoletta!

Our baby!

Why didn't Rober come?

Because I wanted to treat myself all alone.

Typical of you, you bastard.

A shame, eh?

But it doesn't matter.

- We'll start with you. - When my brother catches you...

While you were coming here, to play the tough guy,

I ordered your brother's house to be shot up.

- He's bound to be dead already. - Bullshit!

Dead? Dead my fucking ass. Answer your phone!

Answer! Go on!

Answer!

Sebas! Sebas! Someone inside betrayed us, they just...

Sebas can't talk right now.

Fucking hell, Fausti! Fuck you to hell and back!

- See, you moron? - Sebas? Sebas!

- He'll rip your guts out. - Sebas!

Sebas, listen to me! Don't break, Sebas! Stay fast.

- He'll rip my guts out? - Yeah.

Fucking hell, Fausti!

This needn't have happened, motherfucker.

Fausti, listen to me. Let him go.

Let him go, please. He's my brother.

Let him go and come for me.

Come to my house.

Come to my house, you son of a bitch.

Now you'll have to start showing me some respect.

You wanna talk about respect, you fucking Mexican?

Well, let my brother go! Come to my house and earn that respect.

- You have to earn that respect. - Faggot... faggot.

I'm gonna bust your head wide open, you hear me?

Faggot.

Sebas!

Sebas, talk to me! Sebas!

Sebas!

For fuck's sake!

Sebas, you can take it!

Stay strong. Stay strong.

No, not my brother.

No, please. Not my brother.

No.

This was all your fault, José.

No.

No!

No, Sebas.

Sheila!

Sheila!

Sure, sure. Get him to come now.

Yes, please.

- Sebastián Ortiz Torres. - Little brother Sebas.

Madrid's going to get rough.

This is how commissioner Corbalán's friends end.

Oh, my Sebas! My son!

Goodbye, honey!

Oh, my Sebas!

My Sebas!

Rafa.

José. I thought you'd given up.

I want the leg.

Leave me alone.

Now we're talking, girl.

- How are you? - How are you?

- Look at him. - Good, very good.

- Fucking great. - Stiff as a board.

It gets me hot.

- Nano. - José.

- How are you, Luis? - Come on, let's go.

You in a hurry or what?

Let's go, Blondie!

I can manage.

All good?

- Put some music on, eh, Rober? - Yeah, coming up.

Just a sec.

Rober, for fuck's sake. Extremoduro again?

I'm driving, right? I pick the music. So, shut up.

I was left with her smell, she tore my skin off

She told me at the end, "I never want to see you again"

Far away from me

Let the wind flow, don't burn, the sun's rising

Sun, leave me alone

The moon shines on me, In this ruin, clarity comes in

Who wants to know?

If I'm burnt or hiding an icy heart, Burning my own self

I've never been the same

since Gillespie, Zappa, Mercury, Camarón departed

And I feel better

I know I have a star that's tiny, but steady

But steady

But steady