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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.

...that His Holiness John Paul II

is following in the footsteps of the leader, Jesus Christ.

As Jesus Christ began with few apostles,

with few followers,

His Holiness understands that if he has few followers...

A little message from Doña for bad payers.

...because others will gradually join.

Our daily bread.

Listen to me, boys, Doña is a real boss.

Even the Colombians watch her ass closely.

She already shifts more than they do.

Whoever lives in peace can gain peace from their friends

and even their enemies.

Through forgiveness...

Now take it easy.

Do what they tell you and keep an even tone of voice.

Hey, guys. Get out.

Let's see those hands.

Doña is expecting us.

We talked to Chamuco.

Are you listening to me?

Ready, man.

Let's go. Follow me.

We could've fucking driven up.

Estreli.

Wait here.

Here it is.

Doña.

Keep going, I'll be back soon and we'll put on the star.

So you're the Spanish gentleman who wants to do business with me.

It's good that you can enjoy your grandchildren, eh?

They're not all blood, but they're all family.

The children of my workers.

This is Rober. He's like a brother to me.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Let's go somewhere quieter.

What do you think of my girls?

Over there we're more into fighting bulls with big balls.

We'll see about that.

I understand that in Madrid you worked with the Colombians.

That's why I'm here.

I want to take your merchandise there.

The guy who gave you that limp will have an opinion about that.

I see you hang people from bridges here.

Stingy people.

They make deals and don't deliver.

Pretty, aren't they?

Manos was a bad person, but he never let me down.

I was almost sad at his death.

I'm sorry, but Manos got me all wrong.

And if you play with fire, you know what happens.

The Spaniard's a cocky one, girls!

I like it.

If I weren't so old, I'd happily invite you to dinner.

If you come to Spain,

I'll treat you to an oxtail dinner. Have you tried it?

The Spanish kind, no.

THE IMMORTAL

Carlitos!

Carlos!

I can't find Carlitos anywhere.

He's done it again.

Oh, please.

I don't know what those men outside are doing.

Relax, Mom. I'll go find him.

He'd better turn up for their sake.

It's the last time, just so you know.

You hear me?

Carlos, you can't keep doing this.

I want to be in my own home.

Soon, you'll see.

When is José coming back?

Soon as well, really.

Nano, are you sure you want to keep it here?

It's 300 packages, eh?

If anyone gets near these boxes,

I'll stick these fireworks up his ass and he'll fly to Valencia.

Relax.

The impermeability of the boxes, OK?

Not only in the pool, but when it's in salt water,

because the salt can corrode it.

What's up?

- Got it straight? - Yes.

What's up is that...

you and I are going to Madrid

and Paulina's handling the logistics and moving it all there by ship.

Fucking great.

Then you're coming to Spain, right?

Hold your horses, eh?

Careful, the cops are keeping their eyes on containers lately.

Don't worry.

Where I'm putting it, no one will notice.

- And if it goes well... - Got your doubts?

If it goes well, she'll handle the Mexico-Spain route.

Right, boys, this is ready.

When is your flight?

Well, my idea is to get home around Christmas.

I'm looking forward to it.

We're going to be partners, huh?

Fucking great.

- Sheila. - What?

You're not giving nougat to your uncle, are you?

No, I'm not giving him nougat.

I have to go.

I have shopping to do. See you later.

'Bye, you scamps.

'Bye.

Indeed!

Why are hiding there?

Are you eating nougat?

I'll snitch, eh?

Yeah, yeah.

Your phone, Carmen.

It's not mine.

It's Isa's, she left it.

Have you seen my phone?

Yes, you left it. Carmen's got it.

- Here. - Thanks.

No, I'm going alone.

- Are you staying the night? - I can't.

How could you buy so many books in so little time?

I had to do something

while you went home and left me stranded here.

You won't be reading much from now on.

Or are you taking all this to Thailand?

Not while your husband is looking for us.

For now, I'll put it in storage.

Now you just have to sign.

With this will you be able to get all the money?

And there'll be no turning back.

We get on that plane and never go back to Spain.

You have time to think about it.

Sheila.

Come on, honey.

Come on. Wake up.

Quickly, your sneakers.

Let's go!

Bruno, where are you?

Why aren't you here?

Call me.

Hello?

My love, calm down, honey.

Yes?

Hello, Isabel. Are you at home?

He ransacked all our accounts.

Nowhere in the world can he hide from José Antonio.

The bank will have insurance.

Insurance people ask questions.

And that money doesn't provide any easy answers.

The bank says they have a paper signed by you,

taking out all the money.

- Have you told José Antonio? - What's all this about?

What were you thinking of doing?

José Antonio can't know anything about the signature.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me? If you tell him, I'll kill you.

Of course.

Does he know we've been robbed?

Something unexpected came up at the last minute.

I need a few days.

Bad, Spaniard.

It's a shame about you. A bad way to start business.

I'm going to Madrid today.

I'll get the money in a few days. Or what do we do?

You tell me, what do we do?

I don't know Madrid,

but I don't feel like going there to collect a debt.

I'll get you the money. I don't lie.

Come and I'll show you the best Madrid, my Madrid.

We'll go to Las Ventas, some flamenco, wherever...

Relax.

Relax.

Are you in the tourism business?

Millo, what do we do? Do we trust them?

Spaniard, I like you, really.

I like you.

But understand me, we barely know each other.

I can't let you go without guarantees.

I'm the guarantee, Doña Lupe.

You know where I am.

Not much deposit for so much merchandise.

If I stay, will that do you?

- Rober. - No, we've got it set...

- Rober, for fuck's sake. - He goes to Madrid and I stay here.

When he's back with the money, I go and that's it.

We stay.

Problem solved.

Play it as it lays...

Calm down. Calm down.

Your little brother certainly trusts you.

The last day of the year, I want the money here.

Holy shit, Rober!

I don't know where your fucking head's at.

What's wrong? She said yes, didn't she?

- It's not how things are done. - Come on.

- Are you going to negotiate now? - Well...

- Did it not go right or what? - Yeah, fucking great.

- I don't like it, man. - Why are you mad?

Thanks, man.

But you didn't have to act like a macho man.

- To top it off. - Top it off?

Good morning, passengers.

We land in Madrid in 10 minutes.

We hope you've had a pleasant flight...

Are we there?

- All good? - Yeah.

Fuck.

Fucking hell, I'm starving.

I could eat a whole cow.

- Some good meat, eh? - Some good meat.

- Welcome home. - How are you, Correa? A bit late.

- Welcome. - Good?

Good.

What do you say?

Put that hand away. Come here.

- How are you, man? - Good.

Here again, huh?

Yes. Yes.

The police withdrew the search warrant,

but it's better if they don't know where you are.

Fuck me.

As for Fausti, it's the same story.

The later he finds out you're back, the better.

- Have you warned the guys? - Yes.

I don't know how you see it, but...

we either move fast or they'll give us Rober back carved up.

Carved up.

With the other accounts and gathering all the cash,

we don't reach 50 million.

How short are we?

We have plenty of apartments and investments,

but we don't have the time to sell them.

Well, fucking get on it, Correa.

Seriously, how short?

250 million from now until New Year's Eve.

Easy, right? OK? Caballero...

I can scratch up something,

but 250 million, not even by selling my ass.

Go around the VIP box at Bernabeu Stadium.

Don't sit down. Get me mine, right?

What are we, cripples?

Sorry, José.

Blondie.

If I shift too much, Fausti will cotton on.

Then until new orders, you keep quiet, OK?

What about you?

When are you seeing the girls? They're dying to see you.

At Christmas. I'll give them a surprise.

They'll fall on their asses when they see you.

Get up, the ground's wet.

- Are you alright? - Yes.

This is Bruno. Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Everything alright?

Did you bring the princess get-up Grandma gave you?

Yes?

Who's Bruno?

- Who? - Isa, please.

I saw the messages he left on your cellphone.

Who is Bruno?

It was a mistake.

The worst of my life.

What are you telling me, Isa? A mistake?

That's, I don't know... Anything but this.

Call it what you like, but it's over now.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes.

Carmen!

You're not telling anyone.

Do you hear me?

Much less your brother.

And I thought you were a good girl.

What a shame.

We all make mistakes!

Careful. That's it. Like that, lower.

Lower.

Gently. Gently.

Lower.

And stop. That's it.

Fucking great. Let's see what happens.

The coke will go in a bigger crate than this.

Soldered under a ship bound for Lisbon.

- Who's going to solder this? - This guy.

My team will see to it.

So don't worry, it's guaranteed.

Have you paid the shipping people?

I gave them the money they asked for.

José will have the merchandise in about a fortnight.

Without anyone finding out.

- Not even the ship's captain. - Fucking great.

Yeah.

You know what we also have to do tonight?

Go to dinner.

You know? You and me.

To celebrate.

I'll treat you to tacos or something.

- Yeah? Is this how you flirt? - No, Pau, but...

- Hey, man! - What's wrong?

It's coming out!

For fuck's sake.

How is it?

Pascual, you gotta perfect it. Look, all the flour's coming out.

It is flour, isn't it?

You're fucking kidding! Pull it up, pull it up!

- Fucking hell! - Up, up!

Up, up! Go! What the fuck are you doing?

- Calm down! - Go, faster!

Move it that way! That way!

- Fuck this shit! - Speed it up!

Move it that way! That way!

Where'd you get this asshole?

This way! There!

Set it down easy.

- Come on, a bit lower! - Get it down.

- That's it. - Fucking hell! Fucking hell!

- I thought they'd killed you. - I'm fine.

Isabel, come here.

Why didn't you call me all this time?

Your husband sent people for me and I had to run away.

I've been close by, hidden in a country house.

You could've picked up the phone.

I didn't want to put you in danger.

I need a few days to find out

if we can travel without them locating us.

Let's go.

Let's go, we have time.

Somewhere far away, where no one knows us.

Please.

On this December 25, the King's message

heads the first edition of Telediario.

I wish to convey my support and solace...

Who's that?

A man that comes on every year.

I'm so mad about not spending Christmas with my kids.

Am I nobody or what?

Of course, my girl. You know why I said that.

- At least if José were here... - Right.

I'll get it!

- Merry Christmas! - Oh, son, what a surprise!

Carlos?

- Piss off. - Jeez...

Take no notice of him.

I've missed you so much, like everyone.

Dad!

Look at her.

Come here, my girl.

I love you and I missed you so much!

Did you miss me? Give me a kiss.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to see you.

Merry Christmas!

Fucking hell!

That's love.

Gross, Mom.

Just wet your lips, Sheila.

Clearly it hasn't been an easy year for anyone.

No it hasn't, but that's why we're here.

Do you know who I'm thinking about, Sheila?

About Uncle Sebas. And we'll toast to him.

Because...

first, it's so nice for me to come home.

With my family.

And second, it bugs me like everyone that he's not here

giving out crap as he would,

but he'd want us to... What?

Have a good time.

Then we will.

It's our lot, Mom. And to honor his memory...

I love you.

You too.

I love you, family.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, my girl.

Like that, my love. Very good.

How's that thing going?

The ship reaches Lisbon in a fortnight.

Then you take care of it, OK?

And the problems you were having?

All sorted, it's fucking great.

What about the money?

We're working on it.

But do you have it or what?

José.

We're working on it, Rober.

OK, we'll talk, brother.

Clean it.

Pascual.

Let's go.

What's up?

José, he's got the money. He's a wild man.

You put in flour, right?

Not even a prawn's whisker is getting in there.

- Yeah, but is it flour or not? - Yeah, shit, yeah!

You're lying, you bastard.

José doesn't have the dough.

He'll get it.

Fucking great. Not one bubble. Sealed.

You're a star.

I've got nothing so far, but I'm still trying.

We're in deep shit.

How much did you get, handsome?

- Fuck, I mean...! - Watch your step, Caballero.

What if we get Rober out of there?

Sure, we bring him to Spain and that's that.

Sure, just like that, huh? Then the mariachis come

and wipe us all out. Right?

What do you suggest? That they kill him?

Did I say that?

Did I say that?

Did I, tits?

Relax, shit, maybe we'll come to blows...

- Hands off! Now! - Hey! Take it easy!

What's with this nutcase?

I'm freaking out, José.

What do we do?

Come here, forgive me, I went a bit haywire.

Where does Fausti keep his money?

He doesn't trust me that much yet.

Who does he trust?

Is he there? Are you sure?

Yes, he comes every Thursday.

He's pussy-whipped by a famous dancer.

Another thing, the Moor with him you leave alone. You hear me?

What, you're into the Moor?

- You're into the Moor. - You jealous?

What are you doing tonight, tits?

I'm meeting your dad, don't wait for me.

Aren't you coming?

What are you doing with that?

Giving the fucker what he deserves. Eh, Nano?

Sure.

Up to you, Caballero, but you don't need to.

Caballero, look...

We put the safety on like this and we're chill, OK?

- Later I'll tell you how... - OK.

That chick, she's so hot, she gets me rock hard.

And you talk a lot, but you keep hitting the sauce.

Go on, man, get the car. I'll wait for you here.

Hey, buddy!

- Get yourself a beer. - May God repay you. Thanks.

Babe, where you goin' all alone?

You, shrimp!

Wrist, wrist, Caballero.

It's limp... Your wrist.

You fag, you can do it.

Clench hard, and from here...

Better, better.

Stings, eh?

What was I saying?

To be fair, you know my boss has...

a knee like...

That's right.

It's pretty fucked. He limps, yeah.

Son of a bitch.

Go on, on the chair.

That's right.

- Now what? - So, how's it going?

You got him right there.

This guy gave him a pounding... You're pleased, huh?

No, I want more.

Is he alive?

I don't know. Let's see.

Hey, buddy!

Yeah, he's alive.

Let's see. You're a mess.

Where's the money?

I'll bust your faces.

A little tequila?

A little tequila, he says.

Keep him talking, but keep him alive, OK?

- Caballero, is it dinner time? - I think it is, right?

What do you feel like, a kick in the mouth with chips?

Scrambled eggs? What do you fancy?

Honey, I've confirmed two more contacts.

Keep this up and we'll have to ask for more merchandise.

How cute.

Is something wrong?

José Antonio is back.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

He took Chive to fuck with us.

You're shitting me.

Here's the money.

And?

Don't you know what to do with it?

Of course.

Then do it.

Or do you want me to stick it

in the holes personally?

What are you waiting for, you bastard?

What are you going to do?

José will come for you, but then he'll come for me.

Let him come.

Let him come.

We'll be waiting here for him.

You be careful, eh?

I'll ask Alí to give you an escort.

For all the good your cousin has been.

What's Fausti going to do about his cousin?

You ask him. He's yelled at me enough.

They caught you by surprise, what could you do?

Honey, I shouldn't have left him by himself.

Honey, I'm not your psychologist. I didn't bring you here for that.

What are you doing?

I'm going to kill your old friends.

All of them.

Fine.

Now eat and shut up.

You still here or what?

Merry Christmas.

You learn fast, but you still...

have to refine it, eh?

Look at me, motherfucker!

Give him another.

What?

Fuck!

You like it, eh?

This motherfucker still not talking?

So...?

- What? - You won't get shit out of me.

I don't understand you. Speak more clearly.

You won't get shit out of me, you fucking cripple.

Look.

Give me a tequila.

José!

Let me.

I don't understand you.

Go, trainee! Let's go! Get him!

What? Yeah?

You sure?

Fucking great!

Let's go!

You see? Pack your bags, we're leaving for Madrid.

Yes, Madrid.

José Antonio still has to come through, man.

- He will. Shit. - When?

We still have time, you'll see.

Fuck.

And these guys?

Doña wants us on hand.

In case your little friend doesn't come through.

Come on.

You're sure about this? Nano!

Yes, there'll be a stack there, I followed the Moor.

What's up with you?

Nothing, I'm having a fucking ball playing spy.

Rober owes you one.

What the fuck are you doing playing poker? For fuck's sake!

Go, go. The treasure map.

- Have you called Caballero? - I'm going to.

Tell him to go to the fucking airport

and wait for the money, OK?

- It's going to be close, José. - C'mon, let's go!

Doña's deadline is up tomorrow.

So let's make it snappy!

Get the lead outta your ass.

Let's go, guys.

- Go, Valencia! - Let's go!

Go, the fridges!

You know what hurts me?

I thought I could trust you.

Let's go, fucking lovebirds.

Come on.

Happy New Year.

Fuck, girl.

In Madrid I would've taken you to have cocido...

My grandma's cocido.

You would've been amazed.

Let's go.

Fuck me! Caballero, shit!

Yeah, fuck! Shit!

I've never been so happy to see you in my fucking life.

I took a while, but I'm here, you bastard.

I told you! I told you!

You see?

Yes!

Thanks a lot, madam.

- It's all good, all good. - José's a man of his word.

It's just business.

You're going to take a present from me to José Antonio.

And next time, the money up front.

- Millo, the gift! Yeah, yeah. - Doña, whatever you say.

No, not that one, Millo, the big one.

For his boss' chick.

And remind him

he owes me an invitation to the bulls.

Whenever you like, madam, really.

- Happy New Year! - Cheers!

Cheers!

Happy New Year!

Don't dwell on it.

You cheated on me and I cheated on you.

- It's not the same thing. - It isn't?

We're even, then?

José, I love you.

And we have a daughter.

I'm willing to move on,

if you want.

But I need you to promise me one thing.

There's all the information and the codes

to recover the money from an account in the Bahamas.

Good.

Give Isabel a kiss from me.

I don't want anything to happen to him, José.

Do it for me. Leave him alone.

That's all I ask.

Let's start from scratch.

For Sheila.

And for us.

I've got it.

Good.

Dad, look, the Kings!

Long live the Kings!

Oh, how nice! How nice!

Hello, hello, hello!

These too?

Dad, come down for the photo!

I'll be right there, my girl.

Come down.

Yeah? How nice!

- Hurry! - Is it our turn? Let's go.

Look at Dad.

What, honey?

This was yours then, huh?

It came with your King!

Merry Christmas.

Fausti.

What?

For fuck's sake, Chive.

For fuck's sake!