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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 the situations and characters have been fictionalized.

It was just after 5 a.m.

when the news reached us as a rumor.

Subsequently, we were able to confirm

this news from family sources.

Lola Flores had finally succumbed

in her long struggle

with a very serious illness.

An illness that kept her sometimes in a good state

that allowed her to work...

How did you sleep?

Like in my own bed.

Get used to it, because this is your house from now on.

I dreamed about Sebas last night.

He was as angry as a hornet.

You know what he told me?

To make him croquettes.

Can you believe it?

Son of a bitch.

From leftover stew, right?

Lord,

my sauté will burn!

Damn induction stove...

Buying loads of stuff, Gran? It's not like the house is crowded.

That's why I've got you.

You've gone soft on me.

Jeez, look at him.

Your face looks awful.

It's the one I've got, Pepa.

Not using the cane now?

No need.

Come on, come here.

If you play with fire...

I know.

Leave it, I'll take it.

Soft, you're soft.

I swear I'll burn Madrid down, man.

Yeah, right.

Do I tell Nano and the trainee?

Tell them all.

What's wrong, trainee?

Don't crap yourself, okay?

Nano, the money!

Nano!

You think it's June '92, motherfucker?

José, stop, you'll kill him.

Take care of it.

Relax, you never get used to this.

C'mon, let's go.

THE IMMORTAL

This guy's down in the dumps.

Yeah.

My cousin wants to know why you look so glum.

What the fuck's wrong?

You're on TV more than Paquirrín.

You can't go around the street shooting.

You know the dead guy is one of mine, right?

Right.

How many are you going to kill now?

The Ministry called us

about what the fuck is going on in Madrid.

We either do things right or we all go to hell.

Let's calm down, old man,

- this will be over soon. - Fuck, it doesn't look like it.

José Antonio and I are well covered. Both of us.

The first to stick out his paw goes straight in the hole.

I'm lucky, man.

I've got you

and your bosses will pin a medal on you.

Motherfucker.

You'll nab him loaded with drugs.

You know José Antonio never touches the merchandise.

My cousin will give you the coke,

you plant it on him and arrest him.

What the fuck's that, man?

Is that at us?

This fucker's going to resist.

You'll have no choice but to shoot him.

He's cottoned on. Soria, what do we do?

Do you understand?

- Soria, what do we do? - We hold on.

He's looking this way.

What, lost for words, man?

This war is slipping through your fingers.

This is no time to chicken out.

Move it! Can't you see I'm stuck?

Are you with me, yes or no?

- We hold on. - We have to go, Soria.

Fucking bastard! Move aside, dickhead!

OK, OK, fine.

What's up, man? Aren't you gonna answer me?

Let's go, sir.

- What do I do? - Say yes.

- Soria, let's go. - Say yes, motherfucker.

I can't hear you, you bastard.

Soria, we have to fucking go!

- Fine, we'll do it. - Go, go.

Let's go.

Tomorrow I'm going to the movies with some friends.

To see Seven, with Brad Pitt.

I'll go with you.

Don't start, Carmen.

What's wrong?

You know very well we can't go out.

Sure, with what it cost us to get the tickets...

See it some other time.

Put two goons on me, José, but I'm going out.

As long as I'm in this house, nobody moves from here.

He's being such an asshole.

Your brother's just trying to protect us.

And all you think about is going out?

No, Mama. I'm gutted about Sebas too.

I've lost a brother.

But I'm not shutting myself in here

like some cloistered nun, I'm telling you.

José has enough problems

without worrying about this.

- What's up with her? - I don't know.

Shall we run away?

Sure thing.

What are you saying?

Let's go.

They've gone for the helicopter.

This is better than Seven, right?

Are you getting divorced?

The way Mama is, if you divorce, you'll finish her off.

Mama's a big girl, don't you think?

Does it hurt?

It gives me sharp pains.

What's up with you?

Carlitos, he snores like a bear.

Are you alright?

Don't screw it up with her, OK?

I couldn't stand her at first,

but she's a good girl.

You keep quiet, OK?

Let's watch the movie.

Fuck.

This isn't a few houses, José.

Get into the construction game and you live the high life.

Can you imagine if we got the Olympics like the Catalans?

You'll make a killing, you bastard.

Look, nudge some contacts in the Japanese place,

in 6 months it's ours.

No shit.

And we call Mecano to open it.

No, I'd get Extremoduro, for fuck's sake.

Photos.

It's the Mexican's lair.

Yeah, the fucker's got an army.

That's where they took me.

You couldn't get in there with a tank.

You know my buddy from Special Forces, Rambo.

Rambo could blow that fucker's head off from here.

Do I call Rambo or not?

I'll do this.

I'll deal with Fausti personally.

You won't get the Iranians out of your ass even with a suppository.

Suppository.

This is good, right?

It's one of yours. Did you dig it?

- Tell him to come, OK? - Right.

And get ready, we're going for Corbalán.

OK.

It came last week from Berlin.

I love its legs.

I think it's perfect for the upstairs bathroom, Carmen.

I'll let you think it over.

Eva, can you show them the spring catalogue?

Yes, coming.

I want another sticker.

Well, tell me.

What are you wearing for the opening?

What opening?

Didn't José tell you?

Caballero's rushing to open a Japanese restaurant.

- Japanese? - Yes, in the Salamanca district.

It hasn't opened yet and it's already in fashion.

Cabellero's moving on up.

Yes.

Straight to the gang's top 10.

What's this?

I don't know.

Take a look.

Let's go, Sheila.

You're going shopping with your auntie this afternoon.

You son of a bitch.

Maui, you knew our deal.

I thought you didn't care.

And did you ask me?

Did you ever ask me?

I didn't promise you anything.

Why?

Because I'm not posh?

She's the mother of my daughter.

I don't want to see you again, Maui.

You don't want to...

or you can't?

It's better for us both.

If you need money, you can keep working for us.

If not, tell me and...

Rober will take out the bags. OK?

Work?

Look at me, Maui.

Maui.

You can always count on me.

Let's go.

You didn't need to bring me to see this.

It was necessary.

You have to be sure that I'll do anything for you

and for Sheila.

Hey, man.

Cheer up, today's a big day.

Kiss the gimp for me.

He's made us.

What the fuck is it now?

Let's go.

Fuck, you played us, you bastard.

What the fuck are you saying?

Time to put your money where your mouth is.

- Stop! - Put the gun down! Hold it!

- Put the gun down! - Hurry up, asshole!

Suck my dick!

Get in!

Let's go!

- Fucking let me go, I'm a cop! - Shut up! Yeah.

Are you out of your mind?

You just screwed up months of investigation.

- You just ruined your career. - Yeah?

So what's this?

You got kids?

And a wife?

You're being mysterious.

You're either smart or the classic fag.

I don't know what you've been told about me,

but there are all kinds in Madrid.

If you were smart,

you'd have talked to me before it came to this.

So you are a fag.

Nothing to say?

Will he cooperate or not?

He has no choice.

The judge will drop the charges.

They'll put him in witness protection.

To top it off, the fucker's going to suck on the tit.

That's the way it is, Hurtado.

What the fuck is he doing?

Motherfucker.

Fucking asshole. He played us.

I'll make a piñata out of his head.

No, I'll slice him up and he'll eat that snitch tongue of his.

You can't even trust those fuckers anymore!

You'll have to disappear for a while.

We gotta hang this Corbalán from a lamp post, cousin.

Make it clear how those who dare to fuck us over end up.

Yes.

I'll hang him.

Him and his whole fucking family.

But you have to disappear for a while.

Did you hear me?

A souvenir photo at least.

Five minutes,

grab some underwear and you're gone.

- You won't let me say goodbye? - Don't push it, Corbalán.

These days are to be with family.

I'm lucky to have two families,

an adoptive family, which we could say is you...

Mother.

Turn the TV down, we have a visitor.

She's deaf as a post.

...and all of us who make this show, Con T de Tarde.

But mine as well, like everyone.

Today I wanted...

Mother!

Mother!

Put that down and don't bust my balls.

Well,

I can yank them off and leave them for your mother as a souvenir.

Lady, take it easy, we won't make much mess.

Take it easy.

Come on, move it.

They were putting me in witness protection.

They wanted to take me to a safehouse.

Yeah?

Yes.

But I'm afraid they got me this time.

I'll have to tell them everything.

I already want to beat you, no need to rile me up any more.

Rober, fucking listen.

Listen.

If you let me go...

If you let me go we can all win out.

I can put Fausti in deep shit

and get you guys out of it at the same time.

I get it. Fucking great.

And not a word about you. Model citizens.

You keep doing business...

like nothing happened.

And no fucking competition.

Nano, hit him. I can't take any more.

José!

José!

José, killing a cop is a very serious matter.

We can still get this back on track.

You were there when Sebas was killed, right?

You saw Fausti torture him.

Fuck no, José, I didn't know...

Bullshit!

You sent him to the slaughterhouse.

You'd have done the same with me. Yes or no, motherfucker?

Don't take it personally.

I liked Sebas. He seemed like a good guy.

Listen.

I think...

I could help you with Fausti.

Really, trust me.

We can work it out.

My mother couldn't see her son's face.

She couldn't say goodbye to him.

Nano!

Please don't do this shit to me.

No, José.

No!

José, please.

Shoot me, but don't do this to me.

Shoot me, please.

José!

Shoot me, for Chrissake!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

Shoot me!

No!

No, please!

No!

No! Don't do this to me!

No! No!

José!

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Let's go.

Well, after this he'll have to hide out for a few days.

It's going to get tricky.

Rober, will you let me see?

Can I see it?

- Look, there's the motherfucker. - Fuck...

Have you spoken to Rambo?

In a couple of days he'll bring you a gizmo

- that'll blow your mind, man. - Are you sure?

Look here, José, have I ever let you down? Fuck.

With cash, I'll put the Taj Mahal in Puerta del Sol for you.

Fausti.

This came for you.

- What is it? - No idea.

Tell them to speed it up. They're real slow.

I didn't see it coming.

And the judge will stomp on us because of that motherfucker.

He was scum, but he was our scum, Hurtado.

They've killed a police officer.

No judge will refuse to let us come down hard.

How hard!

Get ready, everyone! Fuck!

Police! Police!

I'll call you.

Police!

On the ground!

Maui Ramírez, come with us.

Police!

Hey, watch your hands, nobody touches my ass.

Hands up!

Against the wall!

Relax, honey. They'll be gone soon.

Hurtado.

How's it going there?

Nothing, José Antonio's not at home.

Tell me you have something, please.

We do, yes.

There was a gift at the Mexican girl's place.

Okay, I'll be right there.

No one touches her until I get there.

Yes, see you soon.

...the Balkan War that seems to have no end.

This afternoon we saw the eighth attack

by planes of the Atlantic Alliance,

all on Serbian positions.

On the ground, no one is hopeful...

Therefore, it's a warning.

How are you guys?

You tell me.

Is he inside?

Isabel, is that you?

I've changed my mind. We're going home.

Maui's in the police station.

They've been interrogating her for six hours.

Six hours is enough to tell your life story.

No need to think the worst.

With the amount of cocaine they've seized

and considering your record,

the judge will order prison without bail for both of you,

if they arrest you, of course.

Come on!

If you'd been at home, you'd be inside now.

No doubt about it.

Who took the drugs to Maui?

- José and I, always. - Yes?

The Mexican girl can't say much about the others,

so they'll be released soon.

And what do we do?

Well, my duty is...

to advise you to turn yourselves in.

I'd rather shoot myself.

I'll find a way to get you out, but I won't lie to you.

Some prison time is inevitable.

No way I'm going back in the fucking can.

Well, the other option is to get out of Spain now.

And give the key to my house to Fausti?

- Have they caught the Mexican? - No, no.

They didn't find much, a few guns, nothing major.

Fuck that.

One night in custody and he'll be out.

We should've made a deal with Corbalán instead of killing him.

Hey, I didn't hear that.

It's tricky enough for me already.

Where are you going?

Fucking home.

Yes, you're going home...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Are you coming to this house?

Yes, I'm Fernando Correa, the family's lawyer.

Is something wrong?

- Go in. - Thank you.

- Give me your hand. - Yes.

Wait. Let me.

- Come on. - Watch my leg.

Take it easy. There you go.

- Are you alright, son? - Yes.

How are you?

Correa is right. You can't stay.

So what do we do?

She'll soon start finding out all about it.

She doesn't need to grow up seeing her father in jail.

When it cools down, we'll come see you wherever you are.

Are we alright?

We're fine.

Hey!

Want some?

We're going, right?

What do we do?

The trouble we go through for some holidays, right?

In Torremolinos, fucking sure.

How many girls did you score there in a week?

The one with big titties, remember her?

I only remember that shot... "the cockroach".

The straw, remember?

When are we leaving?

Now.

But I'm taking the Mexican with me.

So...

...pack your bag.

Why won't you tell me where you're going?

- It's best you don't know. - Right.

OK? It's for your own good.

You've got some gall.

Very well then.

Always the same, since you were kids.

If he tells you jump off a bridge, you jump.

Gran, if the police ask, I don't want you to have to lie.

You promised you'd give it up.

I can't now, it's impossible.

Fucking great.

Count me out, these dogs freak me out.

Don't bust my balls.

If you're with us, you deal with it.

- It'll only be a few months. - Fuck.

Shit, guys! They're drooling everywhere!

It's all a mess. Get to work, shit!

My God! Who are these beauties?

Don't worry, I'll keep them.

All sorted.

I could eat them up.

They'll eat you up.

Thanks. Come here, Blondie. I owe you one.

- I'll treat them like my own kids. - Thanks.

You're handling the beach bar, so watch out.

Relax.

- Give José a hug from me. - OK.

Come here.

Look, he's pissing on the carpet.

Fucking hell!

- You relax and go. - That's the least of it.

Get cleaning.

José Antonio Aragonés.

Weren't you an Atleti fan?

I didn't know how to christen you, you don't look like a...

Watch the road.

Son of a bitch, look.

What's this?

Whose is the third?

Nano's, he's coming with us. He has contacts in Mexico.

A few days in the sun

with some margaritas and hookers...

If it's fine with you, of course.

Is it?

Did you ask your friend about what I told you?

You're gonna freak, man.

You're gonna freak.

With or without money

I always do what I want

And my word is law

I have no throne or queen

Or anyone who understands me...

Yeah?

Hey, Fausti. José here.

I'm leaving Madrid for a while and I wanted to say goodbye.

Good.

A change of scenery will do you good.

I'm just sorry I can't make a little movie of you

like the one you sent me of Corbalán.

Fucking motherfucker.

Don't worry, I've got a better one for you.

For you and your cousin,

but it's strange, I don't see him with you.

He's right here with me.

You've always been a bad liar, you fucking hyena.

Guard the perimeter. They're here.

Guard the perimeter!

Find them!

Hey, Fausti.

What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?

Where are you, motherfucker?

Don't hide, I see you.

Come here and we'll have a shot of tequila, you bastard.

Fuck your mother.

I was going to come, but I think I'll stay,

a piece is bound to fall on me.

- Go for it, get the hut. - He's there, right?

Where are you hiding, you fuck?

Up in the hut. Get him.

I am still the king...

Fucking hell!

He blew up the place!

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go!

Let's go. José, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Excuse me, mamacita, you got good champagne, right?

Get me a glass and two more for my buddies?

- What a mood. - It's cool, right?

C'mon, don't be boring.

It's free, it's free.

I'd make the most of it.

Thanks.

Cheer up, José, we'll be back in the game soon.

I'll blow his head off before we get to Mexico.

Let's toast, come on.

Nano.

And this for Sebas.

- To Sebas. - To fucking Sebas. There he is.

To Sebas!

Maui, we've been her for two days.

The drugs in your apartment...

We know they weren't yours.

Everyone knows it.

But who left it there?

Maui.

I...

I told you a thousand times, I don't know.

Please, that's enough.

You just have to tell me it's José Antonio's.

That's all you have to tell me.

You're going to jail.

Because of him.

If you talk now,

I'll speak to the judge, he'll reduce your sentence...

But don't believe he's...

No, he's out there living large.

And you're in here, holding the bag.

Think about it.

Very well.

Do you think if you were his wife

he'd do this to you?

Yes?

- Hello. - Can I come in?

Are you here as a client or an escort?