All units, standing by.
Attention, all units...
Searching the living room...
-Requesting the forensics team. -Come on. Cover the right side.
-Let's go! -Forensics team, stand by.
There's a lot of evidence.
Searching the top floor.
The west room seems to be a classroom. There are desks and a blackboard.
There's no one on the premises.
ROYAL MINT
DIRECTOR OFFICE WORKERS, STAFF
Inspector,
we've found something else.
I don't want anyone who isn't with forensics in there.
You got it.
Inspector.
The kitchen and bathroom are full of DNA evidence.
Come with me.
What's that?
Looks like marinated fish.
Anchovies.
Inspector, the purchase records they stole from the pharmacy in Palomeque.
-They were in a drawer. -Damn.
The person helping them from outside was here...
and less than 30 hours ago.
Put surveillance on all surrounding roads.
Attention, block all roads within a ten-kilometer radius.
The suspect may be near.
-I repeat, the suspect may be near. -Copy.
Units are on their way. Informing Traffic Control.
The inspector's adrenaline and cortisol levels started to rise.
Her heart rate and blood pressure increased.
Like a lioness on the hunt, moments before catching a gazelle,
she was excited and knew she was closing in on her prey.
POLICE INVESTIGATE BANK HEIST
COLONEL PRIETO, DEPUTY INSPECTOR ANGEL RUBIO
We have up to eight different sets of prints.
We already have a match for one.
The prints belong to Silene Oliveira, known as Tokyo.
Raquel couldn't stop asking herself questions.
Were these clues really leads worth following...
or another dead end that would slow her up?
This doesn't make any sense.
And Raquel was right.
The Professor had meticulously planned to lead the police to Toledo,
which is why they had left an Oscar-worthy crime scene,
littered with DNA from people who had nothing to do with the robbery.
What wasn't in the Professor's plan was returning
to plant the prints of those of us the police had already identified.
Berlin, Rio... and me.
While also throwing them off with anchovies and the pharmacy records.
He intended to lead Murillo to a dead end
that would make her waste at least three days.
Three very productive days for us
since we were printing eight million euros an hour,
especially with the invaluable help of our hostages.
Come on, girls. I need this counted in half an hour, okay?
What's up with you? Wake up. Everyone else is smiling while they work.
Let's get to work! Work brings you dignity, damn it!
Now our accomplices, they expected to one day receive
-one million euros in the mail. -You are coming with me!
Something didn't add up.
Inside those walls, there was nothing they didn’t already know.
The Professor thought it would take her three days,
but it took the inspector 50 minutes.
Suarez. Call Alberto. Tell him to get here as soon as he can.
Alberto, your ex-husband?
He's our best forensic investigator, right? Call him.
Attention, headquarters.
Operative unit three one five, Toledo estate.
Inspector Murillo is requesting Inspector Vicuña from forensics.
Air unit here. Perimeter created.
Raquel, it's Julia, Paula's teacher.
I just wanted to let you know that Paula's father
picked her up from school to take her to lunch.
He said it was a family event.
I'd like to meet with you.
It's not regarding Paula. She's doing well.
But her father wants to go out for coffee with me after class, and...
I'm not quite sure how to handle the situation.
-You can't be here. -I know the inspector.
-Who? -Raquel.
-Salva.
I'm sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye.
-I apologize for this mess. -No. You're working, don't worry.
It's okay. I'll take the road we came in on.
The village will have a bus to Madrid.
Wait. Suarez. Is there any car going to Madrid now?
The first batch of evidence leaves for Canillas in half an hour.
I don't want to trouble you. I'll catch a bus.
The main road is straight down here and to the right.
-I saw a bus stop. -Yes, there's one...
Salva, it's no problem. We will give you a ride.
Okay.
HOUR 80 OF THE HEIST
It's time.
We still have one minute until six.
Well, given the circumstances,
you can take your punctuality and shove it.
Third call with no answer.
That's 18 hours since we last heard from the Professor.
We know what that means.
STATUS UPDATE CALLS
We'll do status update calls every six hours.
What if you don't call us?
Or if you don’t answer the phone?
Well, if anything comes up,
wait for the next call until we complete a four-call cycle.
Twenty-four hours.
What if we still aren't able to reach you after 24 hours?
Then, it will almost certainly mean
that I've been arrested and they're interrogating me.
That's a terrible system.
We don't know anything about the police either.
I'm sure something is going on outside. What do we do?
Well, we still have one call left before we complete the cycle.
At 12:00 a.m.
What cycle?
-The fucking death trap cycle? -Denver, relax.
The Professor must be tying up some loose ends.
There's nothing to worry about... yet.
For now, we'll keep watching the hostages and printing money as usual.
-I'm going to rest up. -Are you kidding?
We're in deep shit, and you're going to go fuck?
Tokyo, please.
-What? -There's no need to be vulgar.
First of all, it doesn't suit you. Second,
if I had to choose one of you as a partner, hedonistically speaking,
it would be you.
Whatever happened to carpe diem?
What happened is the plan fell to fucking pieces.
And maybe you don't care
because you're terminally ill, but I do.
I'm leaving.
Son of a bitch.
-Another one. -You are actually fucking a hostage.
Which one? That poor girl
that you have running around like a fucking errand girl?
She's no "poor girl." Her name is Ariadna, Nairobi.
And yes, we get along.
The day we got here, Ariadna was shaking
in a way that spoke to me. Her...
fragility, her gentleness awoke something in me.
What a load of crap!
There is nothing more despicable than fucking a hostage.
Being with a hostage isn't that bad either, is it?
What's the matter?
You can accuse me of being a good fuck or a bad fuck,
but never of fucking at gunpoint.
Denver.
No.
So what? Yes, I'm in a relationship too.
With Monica Gaztambide.
-What are you saying, son? -I saved her life.
And she hugged me and kissed me.
I didn't force her into anything. It was love.
What do you mean, "love"? You dumbass!
-Don't you know about Stockholm syndrome? -No, Nairobi. I guess I don't.
But if she has a syndrome or illness, we'll get over it together.
No! You won't, because it's you who is causing it!
Stockholm syndrome is when hostages develop feelings for their captors.
She's scared as hell!
But you're fucking ignorant, so you think it's love.
What is wrong with you?
-What is wrong with you all? -Enough!
None of us is exactly a Nobel Prize winner here,
but we all have to quit stirring shit.
This is a critical situation.
No, it will be critical if the Professor doesn't call in six hours.
Then we'll put Plan Chernobyl into action.
The Professor didn’t say anything about that.
What's Plan Chernobyl?
If all goes well, you'll never find out.
So, please, let's be patient.
Okay?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to relieve some stress.
Salva, do you think I should step back from the case?
Like, say that I'm not well and take a leave of absence.
Give up.
That's a very personal question.
That's why I'm asking you.
We've slept together.
You've already met my mother and everything.
I mean that it's a question that only you can answer.
Only you know how you feel about it.
Well, I feel that this is too much for me.
-If someone else was in my place-- -Don't say that, Raquel.
If you're in charge of a case like this, it's because...
nobody could manage it better than you can.
I don’t know. In the tent...
when I spoke with that guy, the Professor who I negotiated with,
I felt useful.
Even if I had to answer questions like... "What are you wearing?"
-"What are you wearing?" -Yeah.
But I don’t know. Here, out in the field, I feel like...
he's stronger than me. I can't beat him.
I don't know. Look.
All those people working. Thirty guys from forensics.
I don't know what to do next.
I'm at a loss.
I'm sorry, Salva. Is it getting late for you?
No.
Not at all.
Inspector Murillo, Inspector Vicuña from forensics is here.
Come with me?
Sure.
Hello, Raquel.
Thanks for calling. It was very professional of you.
How is Angel?
Still in a coma. No news there.
This is Salva, a friend of mine.
More like my current partner. Yeah.
Salva.
Inspector Alberto Vicuña.
Salvador...
Martin. Salvador Martin.
-Nice to meet you. -Likewise.
I'm glad you're with her.
I won't bother you. You won't even know I'm here,
but you'll have to get me up to speed.
What's that?
Four hundred sixty thousand euros.
A little stash in case we get caught.
To start over, the two of us, when we get out of the slammer.
I'm going to hide it here. Behind our tile.
I'll make a hole and seal it up after.
In a few years we'll come back and buy a condo in La Manga.
That's if the euro still exists.
Shit, you're right.
Listen.
You're not going to start trying to break up with me again, right?
Wait until we get arrested and do it with a letter or something.
Listen to me.
Things are going to get very ugly. I'm not the type to sit back and watch.
I'd rather go out with guns blazing.
-I know. -But you're not like that.
I need to ask you a favor.
When the party starts and things get crazy... turn yourself in.
Wave a white flag and turn yourself in.
It'll make things easier for you when things get difficult.
When things get difficult...
I'll be with you.
When the party starts...
I'll be with you.
No matter what.
And you know what?
I only wave the white flag when Real Madrid wins.
Okay.
So now what? Should we fuck?
Okay, not a good time.
Party time, then?
Party time.
Hey, come on.
Did you know about that syndrome?
Stockholm syndrome? Yes, I had heard about it.
I never forced her, I swear. I just brought her food and...
she wrapped her arms around my neck. She tried to kiss me and wouldn’t let go.
I swear we kissed for real, I even started dancing in front of her.
Look at her...
When have you had a girlfriend like that?
I had Vane.
-Vane? -Vane was pretty.
Vane wasn't pretty, smart, or good.
You were from the same world and had things in common.
And what world is that?
A shitty one, right?
Look at her closely. Look at her!
First of all, she's a civil servant. That means she studied a lot.
Second, her last boyfriend
was the general director of the Royal Mint.
And third, she's drop-dead gorgeous and refined.
She's out of your league, son. She's in the Champions League,
-and we're more in the regionals. -All right, that's enough.
I get it!
I'm a loser.
I have to think like a loser.
And dream like a loser. I get it.
Don't move!
She said don't move, damn it!
Hands on your head.
Hey! What's going on!?
All this is very odd, and no one's calling.
So if they're planning to gun us down,
at least we can find out on TV.
Right?
It's okay.
Monica Gaztambide, time for your treatment.
During the first sweep, we found the fingerprints of eight people.
We retrieved DNA from cigarette butts, gum, toothpicks, and even some yogurt.
More than 100 items of classified evidence and counting.
Looks like they wrote out the plan on the blackboard.
We're trying to reconstruct it.
They left us their plan in writing?
Yes, well...
that's the question.
Is this a contaminated crime scene
or some lazy effort to destroy evidence?
They broke into the Royal Mint.
I doubt they're lacking in motivation or intelligence.
None of this is worth shit.
Angel got further than you did with the prints he found.
-What prints? -He didn't tell you?
He got a hold of a personal item, a teaspoon.
It had the same prints that we found in the police car.
Angel found someone from the group, or he was about to.
If there's anything here, I know where to find it. Come.
Anything they really wanted destroyed, they must have burned in here.
It's the safest way to destroy something. It's what anyone would have done.
But there's only ash in here, and not much at that.
Ash that used to be lumber and coal...
but also documents, photographs...
and paper, which is mostly destroyed when burned.
The fire creates wisps of hot smoke
that lift those paper particles through the chimney.
Sometimes those particles stick to the rough brick of the wall.
If there's anything here, it's in there. Let's get to work.
Gandia, bring the goggles and the infrared camera.
Come on, honey, I'm in a hurry. Move it.
Move.
Get to work.
Turn around.
-You're serious today. -No.
Stop! You'll make me spill the iodine.
Right, you're going to spill it.
I mean it, Monica.
What's the matter?
Have we run through our 60 hours of love?
It just so happens that you're my hostage.
So we'll see about that when this is over.
What?
What's the matter?
Come.
Am I missing something?
Maybe you haven't noticed because you're here against your will,
but you have a syndrome.
-What syndrome? -Stockholm syndrome.
You fall in love with...
the son of a bitch that kidnapped you.
Because you're losing your mind,
you're treating me like I'm your boyfriend.
-It's a mental thing that doctors treat-- -Listen.
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Of course you'd say that.
You've got the syndrome.
-Denver, it's not like that. -What if you saw me on the street?
What if I had asked you for change for the slot machine at a bar?
Would you have noticed me at all?
Be honest. I didn't think so.
That's it, then.
You go your way...
I'll go mine...
and that's it.
Wait.
Do you have feelings...
for me?
-I don't have the syndrome, Monica. -Denver.
Do you have feelings for me?
Yes.
But what I feel is real. it's not the Stockholm thing.
But you...
I can't let you lose your mind.
I can't.
I can't do that to you.
What's on your mind, green eyes?
I want to know everything about you.
Every day you've lived,
every smile, every tear.
Every happy moment.
You're an enchanting mystery to me, Ariadna.
For instance...
let's see. Your first kiss.
Do you remember who it was?
What was his name?
Raul.
Raul must have felt like a lucky man.
Like Neil Armstrong, walking on the moon.
First times are special.
Unique.
But the last times are beyond comparison, priceless.
But people... don’t usually know it's the last time.
You see, I have six months left to live.
Or four.
Maybe even less.
And one of the few things...
that I really care about right now... Do you know what it is?
To know...
that I will live in here.
In your mind.
Forever.
Inside this beautiful head.
Berlin.
Something happened. Something serious.
Excuse me, where are the officers that were going to Madrid?
No one is leaving at the moment.
I see, then I'll have to walk to the main road.
Can I just say goodbye to the inspector?
Come with me.
Are you sure you want to do that?
You could take it all with you.
No.
Tomorrow these will no longer be memories, just...
evidence against someone with an arrest warrant.
Besides, nostalgia can be seductive.
It is hard to let go of the memories because we think...
that they really are happy moments, but...
they're not.
And what we will do tomorrow requires us to think about the present.
Not the past.
He was your father.
BANK ROBBER JESUS MARQUINA DIES IN SHOOTOUT
AT HISPANO AMERICANO BANK
That's all that matters.
We'll do it for him.
More than 50 agents have moved to the Toledo estate,
including the detective in charge, the head of the GEO,
and forensic teams
who continue to work in the house
where, according to sources, the robbers may have planned the heist.
The Professor was arrested.
They're interrogating him in the house in Toledo.
Though the judge ordered secrecy in summary proceedings,
forensic police may have found evidence
that confirms the presence of at least three--
Damn it!
Shit!
They cut off the signal.
God damn it.
They don't want us to know.
And that means they're coming in.
We can sit here waiting for five hours,
or we can start Plan Chernobyl, which keeps sounding better and better.
Plan Chernobyl is for desperate situations,
and I don’t think this is the most desperate
we can take, is it?
It's a plan in which you'd lose all the money.
I have no desire to give it up. Do you?
Will you give up everything you fought for, Tokyo?
Guys, they have the Professor.
There won't be a tunnel in the hangar, because the fucking GEO will be waiting.
We're fucking trapped!
He will call within the next five hours. I still believe in him.
I'm not big on democracy, but suddenly I feel like voting.
Who still believes in the Professor?
Helsinki?
I believe in the Professor.
Rio.
I believe what I see.
And what I see is that we can't rely on him.
I'm with Tokyo.
Moscow.
I accepted the rules,
and the rules have not been broken.
I still trust the Professor.
Denver.
I vote to get out of here, now.
Being a multimillionaire doesn't suit me.
All right, Denver.
Three and three.
Nairobi, it's your call.
You're the tiebreaker.
I have a very good reason to be with the Professor,
and unless he's dead, I'll believe in him until the end.
I'm with Berlin.
Raquel,
Raquel, sorry to bother you, but...
it's getting late, and--
I'm taking this to Canillas.
Look, I was just going to catch the bus for Madrid.
I can give him a lift.
What?
Well, actually, it works for me.
Let's go.
Don't judge him.
Helsinki did what he had to do.
What soldiers do in war.
What we do with animals to stop their suffering.
Not out of hatred, but as an act of compassion.
Put it down.
I, too, did what I had to do.
Not out of hatred, but as an act of compassion.
After all, what's more human than the fight for survival?
Subtitle translation by Andrés M.