Sergio.
You were up late studying again.
Come downstairs. We're waiting to have breakfast with you.
Tatiana's here.
Good morning.
Prince Hamlet.
Let me introduce you to Tatiana.
Hello.
Nice to meet you.
Isn't she the most beautiful woman in the world?
Really? I didn't know that.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a concert pianist.
You play classic piano?
Yes, Schumann, Chopin, Bach.
-She has heavenly fingers. -For the piano... and for robberies.
Excuse me?
She's a thief, and a good one.
Jewels and the piano, my two specialties.
By the way, she loves the Bank of Spain heist.
She knows.
-She knows? -Yes.
There are no secrets between us.
Actually, she thinks it's better than your heist at the Royal Mint.
Can we talk for a minute in private?
Are you crazy?
That may be.
Andrés, what's going to happen
once they offer a reward of one, two, or three million for information?
In a heist like this, that will happen.
-Don't do that. -Do what?
You're insinuating that the love of my life will betray me.
I'm not insinuating it, I'm telling you.
Okay, fine, let's put faith in true love.
-Fuck. -Let's go inside.
You were saying, "Let's put faith in true love," and I say, "Of course."
You think Tatiana won't sell you out?
Listen to me, she's a thief.
What happens when she has to either turn you in or go to jail?
You say that because you've never been in love.
I'm being objective. My thoughts aren't clouded by feelings.
Let me tell you something about Tatiana.
We've traveled around Europe, cracking safes.
Tensions run high during robberies. There's always conflict.
"You placed the explosives wrong." "Where are the diamond drill bits?"
One mistake, and people lose their shit.
But that doesn't happen with us. It doesn't. We're on cloud nine.
We spent 14 hours in a stinking basement, digging a tunnel.
And we made love like there was no tomorrow.
Couples argue when they go to Marbella on vacation,
but we held up the Crédit Agricole, and it felt like we were on our honeymoon.
It's the same as the last four times you got married.
That was a low blow.
Below the belt, beneath you as a brother and as a man.
-Good morning, Giovanni. -Good morning.
Good morning, João.
Mr. Andrés, have some fruits from the garden.
Thank you so much, Abbot Giovanni.
How are you, João?
How are you doing with Gregorian chants?
Oh, heavenly, Mr. Andrés.
I'm glad.
I hope you have a good day.
-Thank you. -Thank you. You too.
Hey, Giovanni! Next time, bring limoncello.
Be patient!
You're letting these monks in the kitchen, and you have the plans on the walls.
Please! They call me Mr. Engineer.
They think we're academics, not robbers. Why are you so pessimistic?
How long have you known Tatiana? How long?
Why does it matter? You can't measure love with time!
Love is to be lived.
No. You can't risk the whole plan for a woman.
That's the first rule. Andrés, rule number one:
a job can't be tainted by a romantic relationship. Never.
It's not hard to understand.
It's 7:00 p.m. We have to make a status update call.
Can you call Palermo?
-Palermo. Situation? -We've already done ten tons.
10,700 kilograms turned into granulated metal.
-Two percent more than planned. -Breaking records, Professor.
Like Usain Bolt.
And the defenses?
We're still welding. We have two for now.
Any other news?
Everything's under control here. And there?
No complications.
Over and out.
Go in. Don't hesitate.
We're evaluating the risks.
Luis, look at me.
I've got pills of every color sitting on my nightstand.
I want to spend all day in my pajamas.
I've had erectile dysfunction for the past two years
because of those bastards.
Post-traumatic stress.
What you have to do is stop coming here.
You and Merche can leave town. Relax and look after yourself.
-And don't turn the fucking TV on. -Luis, don't make the same mistake I did.
If you have to drop a 20-megaton bomb on them, do it!
Do it, don't be afraid of the consequences!
That's better than dropping shitty little bombs every couple hours.
If you don't hit them hard,
these bastards will wipe their asses with us.
They can wipe their asses with me
as long as they don't reveal state secrets.
If we break into the bank, Alfonso, we will all end up in court...
-or worse. -What should we do, then?
Should we just sit back and watch? We just have to take away his next move.
Look, do people know what those secrets are?
No. Not even God knows.
Well, Intelligence knows what they look like.
Which paper and stamps to use. That's great.
Let's make our own secrets.
Let's infiltrate all the country's newspapers
and TV networks, like the Professor would.
Sierra, please, what you're--
Commissioners bought by drug dealers, ministers taking bribes,
orgies... paid for with public funds. All in.
What the hell are you saying? Listen to me.
We can't do that. We'd destroy the system's credibility.
The police, politics, institutions... everything.
Of course not. The media will start fact-checking.
They'll all have alibis. Where was what's his name?
In his hometown. Shit! Where else would he be?
The minister? At a meeting in Brussels.
And once the Professor, our dear shepherd,
releases the real state secrets...
not even God will be able to tell the lies from the truth.
We've removed the ace up his sleeve.
Know the best part?
By the time he recovers,
we'll have gotten in the bank and out again.
That's a promise.
DAY TWO
Are you all right?
My stomach hurts.
From being shot.
Here. It's hard from the impact.
Poor thing.
And I'm constipated.
I guess it's normal in a situation like this, right?
Of course.
-Can you pass me the coffee, please? -Come here.
-Me? -Yes, you. Of course.
Who else? Stand up and come here.
Come with me.
I can't believe it!
Go! Move!
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm sorry.
Did you try to flirt by talking about poop?
I was just saying my stomach hurts. I've got gas.
For fuck's sake!
Okay, listen to me. Do you like that girl?
-Yes. I like her a lot. -A lot.
A lot. Did you think... that talking about being constipated,
about your fucking bowel obstruction,
and flirting like an idiot, would win her over?
Listen to me, from now on, you're a fucking hero.
A fucking hero. Nothing can hurt you.
You are going to give her your food every day. Every single day.
And if I act like a prick, you're going to stand up to me.
Starting now. Stand up to me.
Stand up to me, damn it!
Yes, sir!
I'm sorry.
For what I did.
For shooting you in the vest. It wasn't my best moment.
Don't worry, Mr. Denver. I know these things happen during heists.
It isn't easy, Miguel. It isn't.
But let me tell you something. I know...
that with my intelligence...
and that roguish smile you have, your tenderness,
we're going to win Amanda over.
What do you think? You're a likable guy.
-Well, I'll do my best, Mr. Denver. -Of course you will.
Now, go in there,
and don't come out until you've taken a dump. Go on.
Mr. Denver?
What's up?
I can't concentrate with you there.
We interrupt this program to bring you news of the biggest leak
of state secrets in this country's history.
This program has been given access to more than 100 classified documents.
Spain sold cluster bombs
to Saddam Hussein six months before the invasion of Iraq.
It's one of the so-called CNI papers.
A mass declassification of state secrets that were kept in the Bank of Spain.
-It's all over the news. -The secrets are fake.
There goes our bargaining chip for negotiating Rio's release.
That's not it.
They're penetrating our defenses and going in.
Of course, Minister.
Gentlemen, we've been given the green light from the PM.
Get in formation!
We're going to pump in extremely high-pressure gas.
Halothane, highly narcotic.
In 30 minutes, they should all be unconscious,
but be ready for anything.
-Palermo, do you copy? -I can hear you, Professor.
They're going in. Get everyone together. I repeat, they're going in.
When? What kind of attack?
I don't know yet. I'll be in contact.
Marseille.
They're going in. We need to know from where.
Report any kind of movement.
We need to get off the road. Look for another way.
In 300 meters, turn left. There's a dirt road.
What's going on?
We passed that car yesterday, 90 kilometers from here.
-How do you know? -M5354XX. It's the same car!
Don't talk to me like that!
-Not now, please. -Never!
Shit, the antenna.
Palermo! Palermo, do you copy?
It's stuck. We need to get it out.
Start it up!
No!
Look, Dad!
It's the Professor!
Dad! It's... the Professor!
The Professor!
And the inspector!
Yes, that's right, I'm...
the Professor, and she's...
the inspector.
Lisbon.
We didn't see any blimps here.
No.
What? Do you need help getting the van out of the mud?
Come on!
Come on, we can get it out in no time.
Come on!
Come on. Wait for her to get into the van. Wait.
Come on, let's get into position.
Come on!
Push!
Let's go!
We're close!
All right! Let's push!
Come on!
Something weird is going on.
-I thought they were hostages. -Hey, kid.
Weren't you a hostage?
They recruited me, all right?
Now, everyone shut the fuck up!
Ladies and gentlemen, they're entering.
And we all know what that means.
I would love to give you more information. Sadly, we don't have any.
So we only have one option left.
To use violence as a deterrent.
What?
We'll fire at the first armored car we see
so they'll back down.
-Are those the Professor's orders? -We've lost contact with him.
I don't know if it's a technical issue or something more serious.
The fact is, we're alone.
I'm in charge now.
Wait a minute.
We don't know how they'll enter... or if they'll use armored cars.
Or if they'll come through the windows or the sewers.
Tell me. Where are you going to aim those missiles?
Have you all gone crazy, or what?
Are you fucking kidding? Those are our people out there.
We got in here by dropping money, not bombs.
That would never be the Professor's strategy.
He'd try to buy time.
So, now Miss Trigger-Happy wants to buy time. That's funny.
Do you know what I think, Tokyo?
What do you think?
You know if we pull out the big guns, they won't give you Rio back.
They're gonna burn us with napalm!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Come on. Wake the hell up!
-I'm sorry. -No.
I'm sorry.
-We already discussed this, Tokyo. -Honey.
No.
I'm sorry about Rio, but it's time to defend ourselves.
Bogotá.
This one.
There's no time! Hurry up!
-Come on. -Yes.
-It'll be fine. -Let's go.
Stop being dumb, kid. This is the only friend you have now.
Where is everyone else?
This needs a little more oil.
No, don't shoot. Please!
He's one of the gang. Yes, he is.
Cincinnati is part of the gang.
He didn't kill me!
Don't kill Dad!
-Kill policemen. -No!
It's a guitar. How do you play a guitar?
A guitar!
Yes.
Yes. It's a guitar.
No.
Listen to me.
Whatever you're thinking right now, let it go.
What? You can read minds now?
I don't need to be psychic to know what's on your mind.
Ever since we all got back together,
your mind's been in a constant spin cycle of guilt.
You need to stop it.
You were all so fucking happy. Swimming in money, and now here you are.
Of course I'm going to feel guilty.
Listen up. I'm going to tell you something.
And you're going to get it through that beautiful head of yours.
You're a free woman.
You're free to go to a party, you're free to leave an island,
and you're free to leave the planet if you want.
Understood?
Know who screwed up first? The Professor.
Yeah. He should've known
you couldn't stand living on a desert island.
Who are you? Bin Laden? Huh? No, your name is Tokyo.
And Rio screwed up, too.
He bought the phones. He got impatient, and he called you.
But do you know what matters the most?
We didn't come here to do you a favor.
Get a load of this birthday cake.
We're here because we're adrenaline junkies.
We can't get enough of it!
So stop looking at Cincinnati like he's already an orphan.
Get over it. Let's enjoy ourselves!
Because this is a party.
Party time, sister.
Everyone to the table!
What the hell is this?
-Artichokes. -Artichokes?
Did you run out of rabbit food?
The monks gave us vegetables, so we're having grilled vegetables!
I'm vegan, if you haven't noticed. It's my birthday, so we're eating vegan.
We ignore the fact that you're vegan because vegans are the new Taliban.
-Come on! -Terrorists!
-What? -You won't stop until we die of boredom!
-What do you mean, boredom? -Everything healthy is boring.
Who calls up their friends and says, "Come over.
I have 50 kilos of delicious artichokes"?
Because eating artichokes...
is not fun.
What's fun is going out with friends for goat or suckling pig.
Or getting 50 friends together in a country house to eat an entire cow.
Now, that's fun.
I feel sorry for the cow, but it brings people together.
Meat unites, the cow unites, and artichokes...
divide.
Then why do they say, "Eat healthy, eat vegan pussy"?
I'd go vegan for you, baby.
I'm not on the menu, honey.
Professor...
what are the odds of us getting out of the bank alive?
Right now, I would say...
less than 50 percent.
I want to say something, then.
Well, I won't say it myself, but it's practically the same.
Missing your lips
I cried for the first time
And I cursed meeting you
Because I can't stop loving you
I wanted to make you my wife
With no love, I searched for luck
I started to use guns
And fate brought me death
María, my life, my love
I won't ever stop
Loving you
With bullets, I lost you
You won't ever see me again
María, my life, my love
I won't ever stop
Loving you
What happened here, Manolo?
The damn thing's gone and got stuck in the mud.
Where did you get this van?
My cousin Antonio in Madrid lent me it.
It's... the Professor's.
-What are you saying, Perico? -My cousin's a professor in Madrid.
Oh, yeah?
Juani and I are taking it to Portugal.
-We're going for seven days. -Please, be quiet!
We're looking forward to having some good cod.
This thing's huge, huh?
-It's like a house inside, isn't it? -Yeah, like a little apartment.
-Can I go in? -No!
There's more shit on your boots than on a cow's ass.
I mean, your soles. You'll stain the carpet.
Don't worry, man.
Now they're clean.
It's got a kitchen and everything.
A fridge.
-What a place! -It's got all the creature comforts.
Professors make a good living, huh?
I'm gonna buy one like this when I retire.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I'll start the car. Maybe we can get this out.
-Thanks, Paco. -No problem.
Push!
Wow! Give me a hug, Professor!
-What's up? -They've got a tanker truck.
They're putting tubes through the ventilation ducts.
Anything else?
That's all.
Thank you.
Narcotic gas. Probably halothane.
I know Sierra. She's going to do what Putin did at the Dubrovka Theatre.
How far to the transfer point?
Twelve kilometers.
Hello? Is anyone there?
Turn the volume up.
...to prevent a death.
For example, should we use harsher interrogation techniques
on terrorists? What do you think?
Are their rights being violated?
Or is an innocent person's life worth more than a terrorist's?
So, are you confirming that the police are using torture?
-No, I'm just saying... -Son of a bitch.
Can I go home yet?
No, you can't go home.
Your statements are putting everyone at risk.
You'll stay here until you learn to keep your mouth shut.
-Where were you during the last heist? -Excuse me?
Because I was inside...
standing up to the terrorists, saving the lives of 19 hostages.
You brought me in as an expert.
I think you've realized you don't know what the hell you're doing
and that you're in over your head.
Do you know what your problem is?
Your life is shit.
You go around speaking to your fans, they applaud you,
and you get off on all that attention, right?
But you go home to an empty house every night.
Your wife left you.
You live in an apartment full of cardboard boxes.
You eat canned tuna, and your kids won't talk to you.
And you're obsessed with the heist
because it was the only significant moment in your shitty life, and you miss it.
That's why when you see a camera, you latch on to it like a baby to a teat.
You couldn't be more pitiful.
Tuna from a can, you say?
Actually,
I've got it made.
I fill theater after theater, helping people improve their lives.
My book is an international bestseller.
And everyone...
absolutely everyone
in this country considers me a hero.
Canned tuna?
That shows your ignorance.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
No, my friend.
You aren't going anywhere.
EMERGENCY
Connected.
Palermo.
Palermo, do you copy?
The restroom's ventilation ducts
are the only way in that may not have explosives.
They were installed and widened 17 months ago.
Even so, it's a narrow passage.
It's 45 by 80 centimeters.
We will confirm that the gas is taking effect.
Halothane concentration, 67 percent.
Gentlemen, we're going in.
This is an extremely high-risk mission.
If they're guarding that pipe, it will be a bloodbath.
Halothane is a narcotic gas that knocks you out in ten seconds
when it reaches concentrations of over 50%.
Colonel, we've reached the vent. It looks like there's someone here.
He's not moving.
The police broke into the bank
and found a room full of sleeping children.
Five elite agents,
30 magazines full of bullets, and one simple objective:
to slaughter us like lambs.
The truth is that we had it coming.
We'll do what Putin would do.
Shoot first... and ask questions later.
We'll try to avoid that.
Understood?
But we must accept that there may be civilian casualties.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Clear.
Hostage.
Hostage. Hostage.
-Get down! -Let's go!
Get back!
On the floor! Take cover!
Exit to the left, now!
Let's go!
Take cover!
Surviving this kind of an assault is impossible,
but by this point in our lives,
we were experts in achieving the impossible.
Palermo.
TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Palermo, do you copy? They're pumping in narcotic gas.
Professor? It's Tokyo.
-Professor, all the entries are covered. -We need to know how they're getting in.
They'll wait till the bank's full of gas. We've got ten minutes.
Change of plans.
Retreat!
We only needed oxygen to combat them.
And to neutralize them,
we just needed to block their path so they didn't have a way out.
Smoke!
How are you, Suárez?
Did you see the bars? They're pretty, right?
It's RDX plastic explosive!
Exactly.
More than 40 kilograms, spread across seven charges.
I imagine I don't need to explain what would happen
if any of you dared to touch one of these laser beams.
This is how it works:
the detonator is connected to a photoelectric cell,
and if a charge explodes,
the others will go off...
in response.
Right, bomb expert?
Fuck!
Therefore, I would recommend that you calm down
because you're using up your oxygen,
and you're about to start breathing in halothane.
So, lie down, curl up,
and give each other a good night kiss, boys.
Thirty-five minutes without contact.
We're preparing a rescue mission.
General, we can't do that. They'll trap them the same way.
We don't know what happened inside.
We know we heard the Browning machine gun and that there was return fire.
Then, nothing.
It's him.
Martínez.
Professor?
I guess you're wondering what happened to Inspector Suárez and his four men.
What do you have to say about it?
Well, his actions were exemplary.
I'd say the operation was... commendable.
But... how can I say this? There were complications.
Don't worry, they are unharmed, of course.
In fact, we're sending you a video right now so you can verify that.
Martínez!
It's best if you see it for yourselves.
I'm Inspector Suárez, head of the Special Operations team.
We're being held captive.
But I confirm we're being treated well.
I urge the authorities...
to maintain a permanent ceasefire.
Very good.
Now, say the rest.
Come on.
Say the rest. Come on.
One morning...
I awoke...
How romantic.
But he's sending this to us, not to the press.
I deduce the Professor wants
To negotiate
I see you're a real performer.
Look, I can offer you something better. I'm offering you a way out.
The UN Committee Against Torture is investigating the Cortés case.
In just a few hours,
they'll send forensic experts to interrogate him.
Neither you nor the prime minister's office want that.
Son of a bitch.
Your only option is to give us Rio.
I am not going to hand over a prisoner.
The police don't hand over crooks.
Yes, of course, but there's a second reason.
Your operation made it quite clear that you've already decided to kill us.
But in custody, you can't kill Cortés. However...
inside the bank, during an escape or a pursuit...
you can.
I'm offering the state a better option than your current one.
And third, I'll save you the international ridicule
of releasing the video of your elite agents singing "Bella Ciao."
Hand him over.
We'll accept the exchange.
Hand him over.
I want all the hostages and GEO agents. I need to sell this as a victory.
I'll give you 40 hostages and your elite agents.
You can sell that as a victory.
It's 8:00 p.m.
No.
I want daylight.
We'll make the exchange at 8:00 a.m.
I'm not taking 40 civilians out of there
if I can't see what's going on.
Accepted.
-Take over. -Of course.
Martínez!
Tokyo, they've accepted.
Hello.
Did you get some rest?
How long have I been asleep?
Fourteen hours.
I'm so out of it.
You asked for something to help you sleep. They gave you an elephant's dose.
Don't you remember?
Right.
Come on.
We have to make you look nice for TV.
Let's go.
Come on.
-Where are you taking me? -To school.
-Do you want me to get you some cereal? -Are you really going to be a mother?
You'll go to your son's school for story time?
Of course.
And we'll bring them lollipops to mess with those sexually frustrated moms
who say candy's bad for kids.
Alicia...
your son won't love you.
But you're gonna adore me.
Let's go.
-Where are we going? -To school.
HOSTAGE EXCHANGE AT THE BANK OF SPAIN
The impossible had happened.
We had needed to raise hell,
but everything seemed insignificant when I saw Rio getting out of that car.
He was alive.
Disoriented... and unable to explain a thing...
but he looked so handsome.
Subtitle translation by Carolina Daza