All language subtitles for The.Billis.S01E01.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

This series is inspired
by real-life events.

It contains scenes
with alcohol, drugs and violence.

Viewer discretion is advised.

In the 80s, while the cartels
in Medellín and Cali

made our country famous for trafficking,
an urban tribe emerged in Bogotá.

Today, 40 years later,
everybody still talks about it.

Back then, without the internet
or cell phones,

idols and legends
were born on the streets.

In my time, it was the Billis.

That guy there is me, David.
I was 16 years old.

This is the story of a group
of upper-class kids

that ended up terrorizing an entire city.

There are many versions
of the urban legend that was the Billis.

This one is mine.

Stay still, son of a bitch!

But, to tell this story right,
I have to rewind the tape.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

It was 1985, one year before Ronald Reagan
went on his crusade against drugs,

and the year that Betancur,
the president of Colombia,

declared war on Pablo Escobar
and the drug cartels.

Around the world,
the Cold War was heating up

and young people from
well-off neighborhoods, in our case Multi,

chewed Bubble Yum, listened to pop
and rock on our Walkmans,

and were obsessed with Levi's,
Trapper Keepers,

and everything else
that came from "Gringoland."

AUGUST
1985

It was the last weekend
before going back to school.

While everyone was out
buying school supplies,

I could only think of sneakers.

Look at that face! You really like those.

-How much are they?
-3,490 pesos.

Thank you.

Wait a moment.

-Do you take checks?
-Yes, of course.

We'll take them. Thank you.

-Really?
-Yes.

FIFTH ENTRANCE OF DC CENTRO

The Billis ruled the fifth entrance of
the first giant shopping mall in Bogotá,

political and economic capital,
and birthplace of Colombian good manners.

Being a Billi meant looking trendy
in American brands,

listening to popular music and, above all,
standing up for your friends.

Having each other's backs
was the most important thing.

Are you the owners or something?

Come on. Is it yours or something?
Let's go.

At this point,
I just knew what everyone else knew,

that the Billis were a nightmare
for parents and the police,

and becoming one of them
was practically impossible.

But that was about to change.

DON'T CALL ME KIDDO!

She's hot, right?

Do you think a girl like that
will go to school this year?

That would be cool.
I hope that things happen this year.

What things?

I don't know.
Parties, girlfriends, kisses...

Weren't they supposed to interview you?
How did you end up interviewing them?

I did the best I could.

Honey, you need to remember
that our savings are running out.

Yes, that's why I'm thinking…

Hey, Juan Carlos is here.

You didn't get a job?

No. And until I get one, we'll…

cut some expenses.

Do I have to return the sneakers?

No, sweetie. No.

What sneakers?

These sneakers. He needs them for school.

No, I mean… For example,
Janet will only come twice a week.

-We need her at least three days.
-Three.

You'll help with the rest,
make your own bed and clean your bathroom.

He can't clean the bathroom.
He can't use the detergent.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

While I pretended
that everything was fine at home,

across the neighborhood, el Indio,
the leader of the Billis, was turning 18.

Even though it was Sunday
and we had to go to school the next day,

they celebrated in style

because one thing
the Billis cared about was partying.

Why did you turn off the music?

Hang on, wait.

-Close your eyes.
-Close them!

Close your eyes!

One, two, three!

We love you, el Indio!

Happy birthday!

He can't believe it!

Now el Indio has his arrow.

This is too much, guys!

Yeah, right! It's a shitty bike!

-It was my dad's!
-No.

Now that he's 18, he can buy booze, right?

Yeah!

And now that he's got a bike,
he can deliver pizzas!

No! Come on!

-Turn it on!
-Turn it on!

When he got that bike as a gift,
he stopped riding his bicycle.

His whole world expanded
and there was no holding him back.

Although he wasn't from a wealthy family,
el Indio was the most "proper."

To be "proper," you either had to
be a good dancer, be good at BMX,

fight fearlessly, pick up the group's tab,
or get the most girls.

You had to stand out in something.

The only thing better than being a Billi
was being part of el Indio's inner circle.

Only a few had that luxury.
You could count them on one hand:

Lady Dani, Yor, Leo, Mafe…

and Andrea.

Juanca! David!

-Where were you?
-What's up?

"What's up?" We're not together this year.

-They split us up?
-Yeah, David's in another class.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I'm Ms. Carlota.

Good morning. I'm sorry I'm late.

Good evening.

What?

Are you going to sit on my lap?

Well, if you shaved…

Enough!

-May I?
-Yes, sorry.

All right, as I was saying,
my name is Carlota.

-Some of us have already met.
-Are you new?

-Peláez!
-Yes, ma'am. Sorry.

Good. Okay!

As I was telling you,
I expect punctuality, discipline

and for you to hand in
your homework on time.

My problem was not being in the same class
as my friends,

but other people had more serious ones.

Turning 18, for any teenager
in this country,

meant facing the nightmare
of military service,

which is mandatory in Colombia
since the country is always at war.

The only way out of it
was to either be an only child,

to have lost your dad to war,

or to be the son of someone with the money
and connections to buy your way out of it.

Unfortunately, el Indio didn't meet
any of those requirements.

-Name?
-Andrés.

-Sicknesses?
-None.

Fit for service. Congratulations.

You're lucky. You can go.

Lucky son of a bitch.

-Name?
-Camilo Orduz.

-Sicknesses?
-None.

Fit for service.

Name?

Alexander Mendez.

Sicknesses?

Allergic to orders.

We got a clown on our hands,
but that won't help you here.

Fit for service. Congratulations.

Fuck my life!

Next group!

How'd it go, honey?

No luck, Mom.

I'm fit for service.

Well.

That was expected.

Being poor sucks.

Let me help.

I'd like to know where my deadbeat dad is

so I could understand
why he left you with all this.

Don't go down that rabbit hole.

We have plans and we'll achieve them.

As if things were that easy.

It might not be easy,
but it's not impossible.

I got you a job.

You could make good money.

What do I have to do?

Remember the store that buys my tamales?

They need a delivery boy
and I recommended you.

It's the best way
to put your bike to use...

Fuck!

Fuck!

But el Indio didn't have time to cry.

Just like Joe Strummer,
the leader of The Clash,

and all his other punk idols,

el Indio knew that the show had to go on

and that rules were made to be broken.

Hey, are you crazy?

-What's with you?
-You can't smoke here.

And who are you? The hall monitor?

You could get expelled.

I'll show you where you can smoke.

This way.

Is this a school or a convent?

I could smoke in my old school.

What's up with this place?

What do you do out of the monastery?

Lots of stuff.

We listen to music, drink beer,
play video games, watch movies...

-What movies have you seen?
-I want to see The Karate Kid this weekend

and I also rented a cool one
from Betatonio.

-The Outsiders?
-The Outsiders. Cool.

I prefer the classics.

I have The Warriors, A Clockwork Orange…

You actually have The Warriors? Cool!

I can lend it to you. Stop by my house.

-Sure. Thanks. Where do you live?
-In Multi.

On the corner of 10th and 122nd.

I also live in Multi.

Stop by anytime.

Sure!

Dad! Dad!

Mom!

-What's up?
-What's up? Doing good?

What do you need?

Well, you told me to stop by anytime…

Right.

Come in.

Leo, what are you doing? Come on!

Leo! Come on! Dude!

Come on.

Come on, Leo.

The Vegas are loaded.

Really loaded.

Their house is amazing.

They're the only ones
with a cordless phone in the neighborhood.

I heard they even have a private jet.

Don't be stupid. It's a helicopter.

Yes, you look fabulous.

I love it.

Good afternoon.

With those legs! Hello!

Hello!

And who do we have here?

-Hi, Mom.
-What's up, honey?

This is Danilo, a friend from school.

-David.
-David. Sorry.

Hello.

My mom, Isabel, and my sister, Andrea.

Hi.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello. Nice to meet you.

You look great!

I'll get it!

-Careful with the pins!
-Yeah!

How's it going? Want a beer?
It's very hot.

No, ma'am. Thank you.

"Ma'am"? Do I look that old?
No! Call me Isabel!

-How did your first day go?
-Good.

Your hair looks great! I love it.

Did you use the shampoo from New York?

-Every day.
-Tell me how school went.

-Fine.
-You tell me. He never tells me anything.

-It went fine. See you.
-But why…?

Careful with the paintings!
Don't play inside!

Blanquita, can you bring these sandwiches
to the kids? Hello!

Hey, tell your aunt to come over
on Friday. We'll play cards.

Careful with the paintings!

What did you break?

Again? Those fucking idiots, man.

My mom is going to kill them.

Look what they did.

Fuck, the vase!

-It wasn't me.
-Who did it?

Hey! Again, you idiot?

You'll pay for that!

Idiots!

Crazy idiots.

Look, here are the movies. Choose one.

-Which one do you want?
-Los Guerreros.

-Los Guerreros?
-Yeah, well…

You mean The Warriors.

It doesn't have subtitles. Is that okay?

Yes, it's fine.

I know English. Put it on.

No, you can borrow it.

Okay. Sure.

-Where are you from?
-Here.

So?

We lived in New York for four years.

When did you move back?

About three months ago.

Do you paint graffiti?

No, I just took the picture.

Wow!

Wow! This is really cool!

-You like it?
-A lot.

You can keep it.

-Thanks.
-Let's go.

You put the cable in the tank,
and when they turn the ignition… boom!

Hanging out at the fifth entrance
without being a Billi really takes balls.

Or a big dose of stupidity.
Even adults don't go that way.

Game over!

What's up, Leo?

What's up? That doesn't happen.

-That's bullshit!
-What do you guys know?

I saw some masked JUCO guys do it
during the protests.

Really?

You join the JUCO protests?

Who are you?

Peláez.

David.

-I know you.
-Yeah, from school.

Right, you're Leo's boyfriend.

-Real funny.
-He exposed you!

-Snitches.
-He got you good!

That's cool. Come sit down.

Don't worry.
My friends' friends are also my friends.

And their boyfriends too.

Come on.

Wow, kid!

Those are some cool kicks.

What the hell? Are those the workout ones?

Yeah.

They look more like fakeouts.

They're original.

No way. Show me.

He got them at San Andresito.

I swear they're real.
I bought them here with my mom.

That's so sweet!

With your mommy?

-They're a bit big on you, kid.
-Okay, stop. Leave him alone.

We're not doing anything.

It's fine. This kid's cool.

Calm down. It's okay.

So what if his mommy bought them for him?

I wanted them last year,
but they were too expensive.

Yeah, for real.

-Can I see them?
-Sure. Look.

He said he wants to see them.

-You want me to take them off?
-What do you think?

See, original.

-They do look like the real deal.
-Yeah, right! No!

No fucking way, these are fake.

No way!

Catch them!

Give me a kiss.

You know what? I got a great idea.

-Look.
-What are you doing? Wait.

I'll draw a design.

No, no. Wait.

Trust me. I'm an artist.

-Let's see.
-What are you doing?

They won't burn if they're real.
It's fine.

No!

No!

No! Not so close, please!

Stop! You'll burn them! Please, no!

Son of a bitch!

Wow, they're real.

Enough. Just give them back, please.

Okay, here.

You'll give them back?

-Take them back.
-Grab them.

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Okay, that's enough! Yeah?

Just leave, kid.

What? Are you going to cry?

Bye!

You broke Peláez.

Okay, Yor.

All right…

Only fake leather burns,
but they still kept them.

-Come in.
-Thanks.

There we go.

-Hi, Dad.
-Hi.

-Where's Mom?
-Working.

-Were you at the movies?
-Yes.

-What did you see?
-The Karate Kid.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, you?

What are you doing?

I'm fine. I'm just fixing some stuff

because an organized house
is an organized mind.

Where are your shoes?

I left them at Juan Carlos' house.

Why?

I didn't want anyone to steal them.

It's silly to have them
and not be able to use them.

I want them back by tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Alexander!

Drink it all up.

I spent all night cooking
and I thought you'd come help me.

I'm here now, right?

Not like that. It's the other way around.

What? It's the same thing.

No, sir.
Things have to be done in a certain way.

I also think it's boring,

but it is what it is. We have to do it.

"We have to do it"? Why?

It teaches you discipline.

And we need the money.

We need money and we're selling tamales
for 50 pesos each.

So?

Do you know how much
a military exemption costs?

200,000 pesos.

So, we have to do this.

The only son I have in the country
can't join the army.

What about Mario?

What about him?
He went to the States to make money.

-He never sent money. Not even for...
-Stop, stop.

You know that life in dollars
is very expensive.

Mom!

I'm not joining the army.

And if I end up going, at least I know
how to make the best tamales in the world.

Mom, doorbell!

Mom!

Honey, remember that Janet doesn't work
on Saturdays anymore.

You're the tamale delivery guy?

Hello, Alexander. How are you?
How much do I owe you?

-200.
-200.

Do you know each other? No?

Alexander is your teacher
Ms. Carlota's son.

You've never met before?

Okay, well, see you next Saturday.
This is for you.

-You're all grown up!
-Thanks.

Come, sweetie.

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

Are you sure?

-What's up?
-How's it going, kid?

Don't call me "kid."

What's wrong?

I need my kicks back.

My dad saw that I didn't have them.
He'll kill me.

Well, that sucks.

I would've stood up for you.

Come on, play. Have a go.

Just don't make me lose. Go!

So? Have you seen The Karate Kid?

The karate kid has a sensei
called Mr. Miyagi,

and he makes him wash his car
for a really long time,

going "wax on," "wax off."

Daniel-san doesn't understand why.

But in the end, he gets it.

Hey! What are you doing?

See what happens
when you don't do anything?

-You didn't do anything.
-I'm not the problem.

Did you know that tough guy el Indio
is a tamale delivery driver?

Don't say that out loud.
If a Billi hears you, they'll kill you.

Nobody messes with el Indio.

Talk to him.
Tell him to give me my sneakers back.

El Indio is el Indio. And you are you.

Then I'll go find him,
but at least tell me where he is.

Okay.

Don't you feel bad for your old lady?

She and your brother worked so hard
to get you this bicycle from the States.

Yeah, I know it sucks, but…

I have a motorcycle now.

Like sisters or what?

Give me two.

-Hi, Dani.
-What's up, Edwin?

-How's it going?
-Great.

This is my associate, el Indio.

What's up? Nice to meet you. Edwin.

Nice to meet you.

So, I'm here for a bit of you-know-what.

-Green and white?
-Just some green.

How much do you need?

I can spend 15,000.

How many pounds can that buy?

You got all that cash on you?

Yeah.

Guys, I don't have that much on me now.
But no problem.

-I'll make a call and be right back.
-Okay.

-All right.
-Great.

Why didn't you tell me you sold your bike
to spend all the money on weed?

Why should I?

That's a whole other story.

Would you have brought me here?

-I don't know. I don't think so.
-See?

Why do you want so much?

I need money for the military exemption.

And Multi is full of clients
willing to buy this shit.

Well! Look at you! The businessman.

You see?

Did you snort some coke?

Why didn't you share?

Idiot. You think I'll give you that shit?

All right, guys.

I got it.

But I have to go to Las Cruces.

Fine, I'll go with you.

If Lady Dani waits for us.

Fine.

-Okay.
-See you later.

Let's go.

I'll be back. Keep an eye out.

It was one thing for el Indio to buy weed
from the hippies in Lourdes Square.

But going to Las Cruces
was a whole other deal.

It was one of the most dangerous
neighborhoods in Bogotá.

El Indio.

We'll wait for the stuff here.

Okay, let's wait here.

Fuck! My bike!

Motherfuckers!

Shit!

By leaving the north side
and crossing the city to the south,

el Indio quickly stopped being
a poor kid among the rich

and became a rich kid among the poor,

thus muscling his way into
the marijuana trafficking business.

NORTH - SOUTH

You faggot!

Bastards, my bike!

What's wrong with you bitches?

Don't move, asshole!

What'd you think?
That you could just buy weed in bulk?

No, man.

This preppy kid saw a movie
and believed it.

-Give me the money.
-What money? Dani has it.

-Let's go get Dani.
-He's not at the Square anymore.

That was our plan.

Fine.
At least the movie taught you something.

Things are different here.

We can just shoot you, bro.

I don't care if you shoot me.

You're a tough guy?

I don't know if I'm tough,

but I don't care if I leave without weed
or without my life.

Look, I didn't come here
to disrespect you.

I came because I need a lot
of merchandise.

I need money for my old lady.
I won't go into details, but it's urgent.

I saw a gap in the market.
A chance to make a ton of money.

The way I see it, if I do well, so do you.

I told Dani to bring me to you
because you have the best stuff.

Or so people say.

So, if you'd rather have a dead preppy

instead of a business opportunity…

shoot me.

-Don't push me, bastard.
-I'm not pushing you.

I'm telling you we can do business,
and not just once or twice.

Look what end of the gun I'm on.

You tell me.

Eyebrows!

Get two pounds ready.

"I don't care if I leave without weed
or without my life."

Move it. What's the movie called?

Asshole, you scared the shit out of me.

-Relax.
-What the hell, man?

WHITE ROCKS

-Go on.
-Get out of here.

Slowly.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…

-Leo!
-Slow down, idiot.

Your boyfriend's here.

One, two, three, four…

I need my kicks back.

Your kicks?

I don't have them, kid.

They're right there. You took them.
Give them back.

I took them from you?

Look, ask the guy that took them.

So, little kid?

Give me back my kicks.

There they are.
Don't they look great hanging there?

Go on. Go get them.

You know what? Let's play a game.

If you punch me, I'll let you go,
and you'll get your kicks back...

That's it. That's the game.

-So, kid? Are you in or are you scared?
-Don't call me that!

Don't call you what?

"Kid." Don't call me "kid."

Why don't you run off to play princesses
with your friends?

Go on. And I'll stay here playing
with your fake sneakers, kid.

Enough!

Okay, enough.

Stop!

Stop it!

This isn't over, kid!

-It's okay. Calm down.
-The little kid's feisty.

Don't call him that!

What? "Kid"?

What's your name?

David.

Now you earned those kicks.

David.

I never found out if el Indio accepted me
for smashing Yor's face in

or because I never mentioned the tamales
in front of the group.

All I know is
that el Indio learned my name that day,

and I earned the respect
of all the Billis.

In recent news, Colombian boxing
comes out victorious

after Miguel "Happy" Lora won the
bantamweight at the World Boxing Council.

Meanwhile, the state security struck
a decisive blow to the M-19...

Here they are, Dad.

What happened to your face?

Nothing.