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14 TV cameras and over 100 photographers and journalists

attended Miguel Induráin's press conference

in which he revealed his retirement.

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.

More on this in a few minutes,

now we go to the body found in the Sierra Madrid this morning.

Police say the possible homicide occurred several weeks ago

given the body's advanced state of deterioration.

The body is that of Bruno Meyer,

a Swiss man of Spanish origin who worked for a renown Swiss bank.

Mom, what's wrong?

Ma'am, are you alright? I'll get you some water.

could be a known criminal gang linked to cocaine trafficking.

What happened?

- Let's go, Sheila. - Mom, what's wrong?

Let's go!

- Mom, what's wrong? - Sheila, let's go!

THE IMMORTAL

Jeez, another one.

ONE YEAR LATER

There are more snitches here than guests.

It's all yours.

Let's do the other room.

Carlitos! Give me the camera! Go on, dance a little.

Carmen, you're getting married.

Not a chance. Here.

- Hooray for the couple! - Shit!

Have you seen Grandma, Carlitos?

- Fuck me! Seriously... Go! - Okay, okay.

Fuck off!

Alright!

Long live Mexico!

Nano!

I'll be right back, girls.

Stay right there.

Didn't you have enough with Mexico?

It's revenge.

Go take care of them, with some prawns or whatever.

Kitchen, heads up!

Hey! You can tell it's Rober's family!

Down the hatch!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

All my life saving to give it to you. Yes, honey. Look, look.

Pepa, what are you up to?

Some monkey business? Damn!

How are you, son?

Why didn't your kid come? I so wanted to see her.

It's like that with Isabel.

I haven't seen my kid for three months.

- Oh, what a life. - How does this guy look?

Him? I gave up on him and look at him now.

So handsome, my God!

We had to go to Mexico to find him a bride.

To Mexico and all.

You don't let up even on my wedding day.

Never, ever. We'll always bust your chops.

Here, it's yours. Give me your hand.

- Please... - Come on.

Now have fun, I'll go find Maritere.

Damn woman gives me money...

Because she loves you.

And I don't need to tell you. I'd cut off my other leg for you.

Give me a hug.

- Congratulations, Rober. - Love you, man.

Same here.

Hey, look at him.

Yeah! Testing!

Get off the stage.

"Chiquilla"!

Let's go!

Let's go.

Let's go!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

What is this?

In the morning I get up

And rush out of bed

To be able to see

Are they still there?

Your job sucks, eh?

Such a nice day and you're stuck in this oven.

Holy shit.

Right, here we are, yes.

By the way, these broken mikes, are they yours?

The end.

You hungry? Fancy these?

We're fine, we've eaten, thanks.

Don't act high and mighty, girl.

On your shitty salary, I bet you've never tasted these.

No?

Well, I'll leave them here.

In case you get peckish and...

Enjoy.

So, a little tequila?

- To the bride! - Hooray!

I'll get myself one, OK?

What's up?

Hell of a party Rober's put on.

Cheers.

How are you doing with Isabel?

How should I be doing?

Fuck... Bad.

Don't start.

A margarita, no salt, no ice.

What's up, José?

A little dance?

No way, I don't dance, Paulina.

Go for it!

Sure! It's my wedding, right?

Go on.

Sure. Let's go.

- Be careful. - Let's go.

Come here, dancing queen.

- To the bride! - Hooray!

Fucking nice... I'm pissed off that I missed Rober's wedding.

Give this to him from me.

Things have to be done right, Blondie.

Right.

How is he?

On edge.

The Colombians got mad and hiked the prices.

They're not fucking happy about the Mexicans bringing in coke.

They blame him for not killing you.

Anything else?

He takes the Iranians with him even when he pisses,

in case you appear.

You've got him totally wired.

I'll squeeze him till he bursts.

Did you bring what I asked?

What's wrong?

Nothing, Fausti's expecting me.

Thanks, Blondie.

The list of Fausti's top customers.

Blondie's got some balls.

We're going to talk to all of them, OK?

Coke will be coming out of Fausti's ears.

Fuck, José.

What?

We could call a truce just for a few days.

It'd be nice to go on a honeymoon, right?

Without one eye on the phone in case you get shot.

Doña's coming to Madrid.

You'll start distributing her coke from here to Berlin.

Tell Nano, OK?

I want to squeeze the Mexican until he bursts.

Didn't you hear me?

- Forget about that jerk. - Pau...

And forget about Madrid.

It's not worth risking distribution all over Europe for this.

You'll make more money than ever.

I want all of them, OK?

Thanks.

Sure, honey, I'm dying to see you too.

But I'll pick you up soon and you'll come home.

Yes, Carlitos is there.

We've got the pool ready, you'll see.

I'm so keen.

Yes, wait a second, I'm getting out of the car.

And we've bought some great airbeds.

So...

when you come...

a dip at home.

Honey...

Honey, hold on, I'm arriving at work.

I miss you too. I love you very much.

But I have to hang up now. OK?

OK, I'll call you in a bit.

They're all there, José.

Big kiss. Love you, girl.

How's Sheila?

She got the maid's phone.

She called me behind her mother's back.

How are these guys doing?

Delighted to come.

Nice fucking walk you've got me doing.

Pretty, isn't it?

Let's see those faces.

Go on.

Good morning. I'm José.

What's all this about, José Antonio?

Don't fucking touch me.

Relax, Germán, we're big boys now.

- Don't you think? - OK.

I've worked with many of you and we've done good business.

For the others, I'm Jose Antonio, your new supplier.

Anything you need, call Rober. He'll sort it all out.

Got it?

Look at the college boy, what an eager beaver.

Raising his hand, like at school, eh?

What is it?

It's the guy from the fag joint in the viaduct.

I don't know about the others, but I can't change suppliers.

No? Is it against your religion?

If Fausti finds out, he'll burn the place down.

And he'll kill you.

That's it then, right? Take it easy.

If you don't want to, you go and no hard feelings.

I can't, really!

- Please. - Go on.

Relax. It's fine.

The first six months we'll make an introductory offer.

Anyone who wants to stick with Fausti, well...

These are life choices. The consequences come later.

No, no, no!

Please! Please!

- Fucking hell! - Seriously, Nano?

I was aiming for his ass!

Fuck me!

No, really.

Well, is that clear?

Yeah, yeah.

That's it then.

Get to work.

Everything alright, Caballero?

Let's get in line, please.

Come on. Here.

- You. Carabanchel, right? - How many packages do you want?

Honey. That's it. I'm done.

No, that's Uncle Rober's dogs.

How is it going?

All according to plan.

I passed the orders on to Rober.

It's a lot, Fausti's going to freak.

It's strong, eh?

Fucking great.

We're starting to shift it, right?

I'd like to tell you something.

Over here.

What did I tell you about this shit in Spain?

Give me that.

Here we eat with a fork.

I can't sleep a wink, José.

I'm really cut up.

I don't know when I became a fucking killer.

It's not a good time for regrets.

That's the problem.

I don't regret it.

But I can't handle the violence and it's all messing with my head.

Guns and beatings are Nano's thing, he enjoys it.

Keep your fucking voice down.

But I can do other things.

Nano can't do what you do.

So, fine.

But get that stick out of your ass, eh?

A SUICIDE

What's up, old man?

As you see. I'm here, lifting the country up.

Don't tell me there's more money in scrap metal than coke now.

Or have you got something to tell me?

No.

No. Nothing?

You stop buying from me and I get worried, you bastard.

You make me come to see what the fuck's wrong with you.

Well, I'm set for now.

You can operate this shit, right?

Come on, Fausti, for fuck's sake. Fausti!

Are we going in or what?

No.

I'll stay in case the "mariachis" turn up.

They don't bite.

No way I'm going in there.

Man, you're a fucking dope.

Whatever you say.

If you're more than five minutes, I'm keeping your wife.

Nano's staying. Watch it in there.

Is your boss in?

The keys.

The stuff will be there tomorrow morning,

in a white van in front of the Padre Damián Sports Center.

- Fine. - Right.

Take care of that leg, eh?

Sure.

Rober!

Rober!

Rober!

Fernando, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Nothing, I didn't touch you.

You didn't? Will you relax, man?

I'll relax, but leave me alone.

Fernando.

- Fernando, wait up, man. - What?

Stop for a sec, stop!

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, what could be wrong?

- If you have a problem, call me. - Fine.

Anything else?

- Relax, man. - I am relaxed.

The guy's a sore loser.

Don't you know it's my day off?

Four dead in a sauna.

Two from Fausti's gang, one from José Antonio's,

and the owner of the premises.

There are other injured, but with no links.

If the press gets this, they'll throw us to the lions.

Fine.

I'll talk to the judge, to step up the wires.

And get more people on surveillance.

They've got us spotted. It'll be a miracle if...

Got another idea, Hurtado?

Pray, I'm sure you know the Lord's Prayer.

How is he?

He has to see a doctor.

Relax, it's nothing.

No, they almost killed you.

We've had worse nights, eh, man?

Don't act cocky with me.

You're more than a fucking boss to them.

More than a chief, man.

You're their father.

Don't you realize?

You have to protect them.

Suck it up and negotiate with that jerk.

He keeps Madrid and you gobble up all of Europe.

You already lost your brother.

Then your wife... and your daughter.

What more do you want?

Go away.

I'm going to hell.

Why not leave it on one channel?

I like surfing the TV channels.

Can't I surf them?

Yes, it's your home.

I'll look for a girl.

You're looking for a girl on TV?

I am. Aren't you?

No, not me.

Then you're missing out.

Don't you miss Sebas?

Yeah, sure.

Of course I miss him.

You too?

I do.

That'll do.

And leave the TV alone, I'm getting dizzy.

If he wants to change it, what can we do?

We're talking about where your boyfriend is, Mom.

What boyfriend?

You're really hot.

You're so silly.

Let's go.

Correa, none of that late shit.

You're out whoring, I'm tired of all these lies.

Be at the site first thing tomorrow, you're pissing me off.

Come on.

Blondie, you want some tapas?

Put something out.

What?

Put something out.

Guests should be looked after.

The ham's dried out.

Cheers.

Who loves you?

You do, who else?

Hey, you'll choke on it.

How many in Fausti's house?

No, José, you can't get in there.

Bullshit. Don't you start with that shit too.

- How many are there? - No, shit. There are...

It's a bunker, José.

Forget it.

Not you, Blondie, eh?

Don't shit me.

Nano! What do you say, motherfucker?

Here, with Blondie.

Yes.

Come around, we'll have a drink.

We're chilling.

She came for a visit. Why don't you come?

I don't give a shit what Isa says.

I'm fucking sick of seeing my girl every fortnight

and with the in-laws there.

OK, OK. But...

I'll try to make a deal with her, but...

No fucking buts!

No fucking buts!

Sue her for deserting the home or whatever the fuck you want,

but I want to see my daughter every fucking week.

José, it's not good for us to get mixed up in lawsuits.

The judges know what you do.

Kids go to their mothers, if they don't cooperate, we're screwed.

Don't give me this judges shit, Correa.

Look at me.

We'll try it the easy way, OK?

If she doesn't understand, we'll talk to the judges,

but that bitch isn't coming between my daughter and me.

If that's the gap, what's the ammunition like?

Now that's a firecracker...

What's up, Correa?

This fucking obsession with getting married.

Then it's nothing but trouble.

You're not talking about me?

Nano.

We're going for Fausti. Hard.

Sure. Sure. Balls to the wall, man.

I want 15 men, the best. It's not gonna be easy.

Do we take vests, everything? They'll shit their pants, bro.

We have to ask Paulina and Caballero

how the Doña thing's going.

Where the fuck is Rober?

I'll call him.

When do you want to do it?

In four days?

At night.

We'll catch him naked in bed.

You're not going, right?

Roberto?

I won't let José do this alone.

If he wants to be the macho man, it's his deal, not yours.

Go and tell him no.

I told him I want to go with him, OK?

That's just great.

Look, Pau, we finish this and you and I go to Las Vegas, OK?

So you've decided.

- That bastard. - We'll go to New York, if you want.

No, no. Las Vegas.

Las Vegas, to see Luis Miguel.

Asshole.

Our Father who art in Heaven...

You said to pray, right?

Carlos, can we get a moment?

Thanks.

You won't believe who we caught with Fausti.

When I kill José Antonio, you and I will live in peace.

And we split the business here in Madrid.

What makes you think I want to share the business with you?

I can open the doors for you to the Mexican cartels.

Forget the Colombians.

Does Rober know about this?

That's my only condition.

He can't find out anything.

I kill José Antonio, but you don't touch my husband.

I just got married.

I don't want to be a widow so soon.

What did Jose Antonio do to you?

That's all there is. There were too many columns.

We don't know when or where she's thinking of doing it?

No, that's all we have.

Fuck.

Let them kill each other.

They deserve it.

Hurtado, you never said that, alright?

What do we do, call José Antonio and tell him everything?

24-hour surveillance.

He doesn't make a move without one of us on his ass.

Fantastic. A bodyguard, right?

And a private escort if necessary.

Terrific.

Sheila, what did we say about the pendulum?

You like everything that you can't do.

You know what you're doing, but I...

I wouldn't let him near the girl.

Mom, please, don't start.

They're the days he's entitled do. I can't do anything.

And he is her father.

Dad!

Hi, honey.

Shall we get something to eat?

Sheila!

Go with Grandma to get your things.

Hello, Raquel.

She has school at 9. Don't let her stay up late.

What's she having for dinner?

Whatever she wants.

If you give her sugar, she'll have nightmares.

Thanks, eh? For reconsidering.

I know what you're capable of.

- It could've been easier, Isabel. - Too late.

Let's go, honey.

Don't forget the model.

This is no kind of food.

I hope it's not like this every time she's with you.

It's just for one day, Mom.

Grandma, I love the doll.

What about you and the gifts?

Like it's the same thing.

Sheila, it's starting!

Listen.

Not a bad word to Sheila about her mother.

It's not the girl's fault. Is that clear?

And for dessert?

Ice cream!

Good evening.

- Hello. - What's your name?

Mario.

- Where are you calling from? - Valverde, Mérida.

Mario. Do you like that name?

I like yours better.

I mean for your son.

Which would you like?

We'll have to order it first.

Well, not really.

What do you mean?

It's already ordered.

What?

Yes.

What are you saying?

I'm pregnant.

- No. - Yes.

It's true.

- Don't fuck with me. - I'm not.

I swear.

You're going to be a dad.

Don't get too excited.

How far along?

I don't know how far along I am.

Yes!

Well, guys.

Fernando had relapsed in recent months.

I know Soria was looking out for his friend.

And I know some of you tried to help him.

He was found dead this morning.

For fuck's sake.

They're not sure if it was an overdose or the batch was cut.

It could've been that or anything else.

It can happen to any of us. We can falter.

We're not as strong as we think.

As long as cocaine exists,

we'll be cocaine addicts.

All we can do is not backslide.

Anyone want to say anything?

See you, Soria.

Hurtado? It's me.

What is it?

Who else knows about the tape?

I mean, have you told anyone?

Cristina and Javier heard it.

Besides them, only you and I heard it.

Can they be trusted?

Totally.

Fine, it'll stay that way.

You and I know nothing about the tape.

And we take the surveillance off José Antonio.

- But... - It's decided, Hurtado.

Bye.

Sheila!

Let's go, buddy, we'll be late after all.

- Got everything? - Yes.

Dad, the model!

God damn it!

Hi, dog. What's up?

Pau?

Pau.

You got everything?

I love you.

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Hello?

Everything all right?

I love seeing you like this.

I love it.

Where did you go so early?

I had a craving for churros.

I could've gone.

I'm pregnant, not sick.

I'll take this guy for a walk.

Yeah?

What?

You're fucking kidding.

Fucking hell. Where is he?

What happened?

When was it? Jesus fucking Christ.

- I'm on my way. - What's wrong?

At the fucking school. Fucking hell.

OK, I'm on my way. Let's go, Pau.

Not the orange, I don't like it. Thanks, Eva.

Hello.

Yes, that's me.

Yes, I'm her mother.

What's happened to my daughter?

Early in the morning, unidentified motorcyclists

opened fire on one of the parked cars.

Everything points to payback.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

It wasn't me.

...more victims.

The victim of the shooting is the father of a student.

Sources say he may be linked to drug trafficking world.

It was nobody then or what?

It wasn't me.

Who then?

Tell me he's alright.

Tell me where he is.

The doctors are with him, we'll see soon.

Tell me he's alright. Don't lie to me, eh?

The girl's at home, she's fine.

The doctors are inside with José. They'll be out soon to tell us.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

They'll be out soon to tell us.

- OK. - Let's hang on here.

I'm getting something to drink. I'll be right back.

Our information is that the shooting

is a payback between drug traffickers.

Up to a hundred students

were about to enter the school and had to be attended to by...

You can't tell anyone it was me.

Are you listening to me?

Are you listening to me?

Relax, girl.

These days I don't give interviews on TV.

Especially Blondie. She can't know anything.

Why?

Because she's with José Antonio.

Don't bullshit me.

Don't tell me you told her.