-Good morning, baby. -Good morning, my queen.
-Do you want to fuck? -Sure, that too, but come look at this.
Look there.
They're Brazilians. We haven't seen Brazilians in a long time.
The last ones that came were Puerto Ricans or Guianans.
-No idea. -They look friendly, right?
The CIA, the FBI,
Interpol, they all have agents that look friendly too.
Come on. They're tourists. You can tell by looking at them.
My love, we need a social life.
I'm serious. Couples need a social life.
They go to parties, they go to the movies, they dine out.
They don't hang out with the Kuna or play beach tennis every day.
-No. -No, what?
No.
-Please, come on. -No. No way.
Tokyo, it's a matter of safety.
Hey!
Rio!
DAY 3
Aníbal Cortés is walking
towards the Bank of Spain.
The Spanish Police are handing over one of the most wanted fugitives in the world.
It's been 44 hours since the beginning of the robbery,
and the police are giving in. They're handing over Cortés.
He's the man who was allegedly tortured.
The Professor's gang is together again.
Rio is at the bank's door.
Now it's your turn.
Doors.
Helsinki,
-all clear. -Move forward!
HOSTAGE EXCHANGE AT THE BANK OF SPAIN
You look so handsome!
So handsome, with a tie and all!
It's the only nice thing the police did for me.
I can imagine.
You're so beautiful in that red jumpsuit.
How are you?
-Better. -Yeah?
What the hell are you guys doing in the Bank of Spain?
We came to get you.
It's over, son. You're going back home, friends!
All of Spain is with you!
Brave! You're so brave!
Don't worry. You're with me now.
Let's see what Suárez can tell us now. There he is. Suárez, calm down.
-I want to go back in! -Calm down.
Give me more men, explosives! We were so close! I'm gonna kill them!
-Calm down, please! -Tamayo.
What's that idiot doing?
That's Arturo Román, the former director of the Royal Mint.
Close the doors!
That motherfucker!
Don't shoot! I'm unarmed.
I'm Arturo Román.
Arturito?
A round of applause! Come on!
You're Arturo Román, aren't you?
Of course.
I read your book.
You're fucking crazy!
You could be out there, living the good life,
but you're here, in the fucking lion's den.
Have you seen the hell you've raised out there?
Shut up and hug your Helsi!
You may be a war nutjob, Helsinki, but you're a sweetheart!
-Hi! -Hi!
-What do I call you? Mónica? -No, Stockholm.
Okay. Brother!
How high did you have to be to come here?
The life of a millionaire is very boring anyway.
Thanks, man.
The fact that you're here, after all you've lost,
means a hell of a lot to me.
Little one!
-Little one! Let me give you a kiss. -How are you, gorgeous?
I couldn't be happier even if I had given birth to you myself.
-You're all fucking great. -Yes, we're great,
but the one who pushed us forward was your ugly girlfriend.
-If it wasn't for her-- -Enough.
You'll have to excuse me, but... it's my turn.
I will be back shortly.
How are your men?
Positive for halothane.
But there isn't any trace of other substances. We're fine.
I'm glad. They've won this battle, not the war,
so cheer up, for fuck's sake!
Everyone, listen up!
This operation never happened.
-Understood? -Really?
Not even a Burkina Faso commando would do what we did.
Show a little bit of respect.
This isn't going to go any further.
There are no victims, we've gotten 40 hostages out,
so let's be positive and move forward. Please.
Yeah, yeah, I'm being positive. Look. Super positive.
The problem is, we never learn our lesson.
That guy's the Einstein of heists,
and we sent in four agents through the toilets.
We did what was necessary.
What did the Navy SEALs do when hunting bin Laden?
The Russians at the Dubrovka Theatre? What they had to.
Exactly. What the handbook says.
How long did it take for us to make this decision?
Twenty minutes?
Because that guy had years to decide how to respond.
Every move we make, he knows how to counteract it.
These operations are always risky. Always.
Unless you want to enlighten us with a proposal that has none.
Not one,
at least three.
Antoñanzas, give me a doughnut.
Mónica.
-You look beautiful. -I'm Stockholm.
Stand here.
Lift your shirt.
Raise your arms.
Why did you come in? They could've shot you.
I don't care. I stopped caring about my life when...
when I lost everything.
Laura left me and took the kids with her.
I live in an apartment that has a kitchen in the closet.
I eat canned tuna.
And the boxes from the move are still in the hall, but...
Well, I'm getting over it.
Little by little, Arturo.
Listen. I know I was horrible to you and my wife.
I admit it. I think about Laura often, but...
not as much as I think about you. I am always thinking about you.
About you and about our son. Because the kid's a boy, isn't he?
Yes, he's a boy. Put the jumpsuit on.
I know I've lost you, Mónica.
But I don't want to lose my son.
You lost him the moment you said you weren't his father.
-Put the jumpsuit on, please. -But...
What did you expect?
Do you know how hard it is for a married man with three kids to hear,
"Look at the test. This child is yours." I was scared!
Yes, I was afraid. I was scared to death.
Who wouldn't be scared by something like that?
But it was only three minutes.
Three minutes. The time it took for those terrorists to come
and start shooting at everyone.
I'm asking you, please, don't judge me because of three minutes.
I know I don't have any right to show up out of nowhere...
and ask you to let me be the father of my son.
I know.
But I want to see him, that's all.
I don't know. To touch him and know what he's like.
I swear, I don't care where he is. I can go to Brazil,
Romania, Burma, Thailand... wherever.
He's my son, and I want to meet him.
Please.
You may have the right to meet him, but I don't know if I can arrange it.
I will try, okay?
Thank you.
Some things never change.
What?
Look how I am because of you.
-Really, Arturo? -Look how hard you make me.
This is the effect you have on me.
Remember when we did it on my desk? You can't have changed that much.
Touch me again, and you're dead.
You disgust me, Arturo!
You disgust me.
Disgust? I disgust you?
Shoot!
Shoot me here, because if you don't, this is the only face your son will see.
You and Denver will go to jail for a long time.
Arturito Junior will never know who his mother was.
But he's going to call me Dad! Me!
His legitimate father! That's why I came, do you get it?
My son's name is Cincinnati.
And you'll never see him in your fucking life!
Helsinki, can you finish here?
Arturito.
Calm down.
You know, men take care of men.
Come on. Take off your clothes.
This was the happiest moment of the heist.
It might have even been the happiest moment of my life.
But happiness is a flash of lightning.
It lasts for the blink of an eye, and then...
you fall.
And when you've touched the heavens, the fall is colossal.
We were all plunging into an abyss,
even the Professor.
First thing, we're making the same mistake we made
in the previous heist, which is trying to catch the Professor.
He's a professional schemer. We have to change strategies.
We need to focus on what we know is inside there.
The gold.
If we figure out how they plan to take it out,
then they'll only be able to negotiate their surrender.
And to do that, we will interrogate every hostage.
No one gets to go home.
I want to know if they're working.
How are they working? For how long?
When? And especially...
Who are these two?
Because the new members are the key to the plan.
And most importantly, the reward. These people are giving out bills.
We're the state. Aren't we offering anything?
I want the biggest reward in the history of the Western world.
Tamayo, how much would a tip-off cost us?
-I don't know. Three million euros? -Any higher bidders?
-Three and a half million. -Auction's open!
Martínez.
-Four million? -Four million?
-Five million! -Fuck, yes! Antoñanzas?
Six million.
Suárez, can you offer more?
Six million going once, going twice...
Eight!
Eight. Get paid and get laid.
If we round up, we're talking about ten million euros.
And for that amount of money, any Spaniard would sell their own mother.
Ángel? Tell me some good news.
-We have something. They were seen. -Yes!
A civil guard raised the alarm. We've narrowed down our search area.
The radio signal indicated they're moving. They're around here, sir.
-Where are you? -Aracena, Huelva.
In a warehouse or something like that.
There's an RV. They've been here, Colonel.
It looks like they left it in a hurry.
-Do you think it could be a trap? -No, I don't think so.
I'm going inside.
There's nobody here. Wait, wait.
Fuck.
Fuck, Colonel. This is like a command center.
There are screens and radio devices everywhere.
I need the forensic team and a UIT unit.
They had an accident yesterday and some farmers helped them.
They've confirmed their identity, Colonel.
Good, Ángel.
You have the army, the police,
and whoever the hell else you need at your disposal. The hunt begins.
I got you, asshole. I got you.
Colonel.
Give me a helicopter. I will lead this hunt.
Let's do it.
Inspector, they're talking to the Professor.
Rio, I need you to answer me as precisely as you can.
Where were you held hostage?
In a cell.
A very small one.
As small as a coffin. I couldn't even sit.
I was always on my feet.
-How many days? -I don't know.
I lost count after four or five days.
There was no natural light.
Rio, can you continue?
Yes.
What did they give you to eat?
Some kind of lumpy paste.
Likely made with flour. And coffee.
A lot of coffee.
Thirty, forty, fifty cups a day.
I was all amped.
Sleep deprivation.
Do you think the coffee had any other substance in it?
Maybe. It tasted like shit.
But I was drugged up.
While interrogating me, they made me inhale gas.
I don't know what the fuck it was.
But then at least, I could get out of the cell.
And sometimes I could even sit.
Did they allow you to get out of the cell...
-to do anything else? -Not even to shit.
They left me there
covered in shit and piss for hours.
Days. I don't know.
Did they allow you to wash yourself?
The closest thing was when they hosed me down.
How was that, Rio?
First, they hang you naked from chains.
Then, they use a pressure hose on you.
"If you want this to be over,
just tell us where the Professor is."
That's what Alicia said constantly.
I swear to you, Professor...
that If I'd known where you were...
I would've talked.
Anyone would have, Rio.
Anyone would have.
You were afraid for your life, weren't you?
I knew we weren't in Spain.
When the wind changed direction,
I could hear the call to prayer from a mosque.
I was completely sure...
that they were going to shoot me and bury me in the desert.
Every day...
I woke up wondering if that day was my last.
All that is over, Rio.
Listen, I need you to tell me exactly what happened
when they took you out of there.
They put me on a plane.
And when we landed, they put me in a car, and they took me to a military hospital.
And how did you sleep there?
I have never slept so well before. They gave me a shot of some good shit.
I didn't open my eyes until this morning. Alicia woke me up.
What now? Where is my red jumpsuit?
If they hand Rio over to us, they'll have implanted a microphone.
So if we suspect anything, the code phrase will be "quick vacation."
Rest a little bit more.
Prepare him a hot bath.
You deserve a quick vacation.
A GPS beacon in a dental implant.
A mic hidden in the intramuscular tissue, in the skull, anywhere.
Whatever the cavity, we will teach you how to extract it.
Any volunteers?
Not me. I can't.
Quiet guy, you're scared of the scalpel?
No. I have my principles.
I'm against animal cruelty.
But you're a soldier. You kill people. What's the problem? I don't get it.
People are one thing, animals are another.
I love animals.
The animal activist killer.
Can I believe in whatever I want, or will you tell me what to believe?
About loving animals?
-Yes. -Well, yes.
I'm going to tell you.
If you really love this pig, slit it open and take the chip out.
And with all your love, you'll eat it.
I won't open a pig up.
-I'll do the same with a dummy. -No.
A dummy won't work. We have to open real tissue.
This is the closest thing there is to a human.
I was in a war.
With a dog at my side.
He was always with me.
People ran away. The dog stayed with me. From then on, I promised myself...
-I won't cut open the pig. -Open the fucking pig! You're a hit man.
Stay away from me!
Push me again, and I will slit you open from top to bottom.
Marseille.
The scalpel.
-Both of you, out of the room. -Me?
It was his fault. He wouldn't cut the damn pig.
Get out.
-If I get out, I will beat-- -Now!
Fine.
-The fucking pig. -These guys...
Let's continue. I don't care
who does it, but we have 15 minutes to locate the chip and start the surgery.
Tokyo, until we operate on Rio, you all need to behave normally.
Behave normally while robbing the Bank of Spain?
They can't suspect we know.
You have to talk to Rio about whatever you need to,
acting naturally.
Talk about how you've missed each other, and do what you'd logically do.
Are you suggesting I should sleep with him?
Because what Rio needs is a hug, not a good fuck.
The police know you're a couple,
and you haven't seen each other in two months.
They need to think they have access to your private moments
so they won't suspect anything.
Tokyo.
They'll do what they have to do.
Really? Was that really necessary?
They had that poor kid two months without any sleep in a hole,
shitting and pissing himself.
He thought he was on death row, and now you use him like this?
It's the perfect time to get a fundamental advantage, Raquel.
Fundamental in this whole war!
To control the mics and beacons they may have implanted in him.
If they need to have sex,
even if they aren't in the mood, they have to.
You didn't even realize Tokyo didn't answer.
You're complaining more than her.
The problem is that I am here, isn't it?
And you would rather do this alone. Like a lone wolf.
So let's be clear for once.
What's happening?
Sergio, look at me. What's happening?
-What's up? -I feel like I am betraying the gang.
What?
Like I'm disrespecting...
the heist.
My brother could mix a relationship with all this. I can't.
I find it impossible. I can't, Raquel. I'm a chess player.
Bobby Fischer would've never faced Spassky with his girlfriend at his side.
I'm not here because I'm somebody's girlfriend.
I'm here because I know the police a lot better than you
and a lot better than anybody in this gang.
You know about protocols and negotiation, just like I do.
I beat you at this game, Raquel.
You beat me at this game?
I must be stupid.
I thought we were in love.
Look. My mother and my daughter are in the Philippines.
The police are looking for them.
I didn't ask you to come.
This is just revenge, isn't it?
Since the Philippines.
Since those nights you woke up dreaming about your brother.
And Rio is just the perfect excuse to avenge Berlin. Isn't it?
You know what?
You've already fucked up my life.
Let's go!
DON'T SAY ANYTHING
THEY'VE IMPLANTED YOU WITH A MIC
FOLLOW MY LEAD
What color do you think my underwear is?
Burgundy.
Black.
-If you're wearing any. -What?
Bingo.
Antoñanzas, is something going on?
No, sir.
WE'RE GOING TO DO SURGERY ON YOU
Rio and I were always honest while fucking.
But you don't always want to hear the truth.
Tokyo...
I can't be with you.
I thought a lot about it...
and I realized I've always followed you
like a lapdog.
In that cell, I learned that I'm strong.
I was afraid before. I was afraid of a life without you.
On the island, after three days...
I was out of my mind. It's a shitty feeling.
-I don't want to be like that again. -Rio.
Tokyo, you need this.
-No. -Yes. I'm sorry.
I really am, but I don't want to live on your roller coaster.
That's how my fall started.
Suddenly, I felt like an oil tanker
that reaches the end of the world and plunges into the abyss.
And while you fall,
you can only look up
and see how what you loved the most becomes smaller and smaller.
If I had known that was going to be our last fuck,
I wouldn't have allowed it to reach its end.
You're the one I've loved most in my life.
That's not that long. I'm only 22 years old.
But that will still be true when I'm 70.
Rio, don't leave me, please.
Please, don't leave me.
Do you hear me? Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
You will find someone better than me.
-You're very hot. And you're rich. -No.
In a few years, we'll meet again.
And I'll have two or three kids and grocery bags.
And you will be...
in a stunning convertible with a hot black guy, a Brazilian. Yes.
And we will drink wine and laugh about this.
I want to go back to the island with you.
Please, no.
Colonel, a drone has located the Professor.
-Does it have a signal? -Yes.
Put it on the screen.
Colonel Tamayo speaking. Do you copy? Get closer.
EMERGENCY
Yes. Get closer.
Get closer. Closer!
-Are you ready? -I'm ready.
No, no.
Shit. Go higher, damn it, higher! I want to see what exit he takes.
Locate the end of that road.
I have to talk to you about the escape protocol.
Take those stupid pajamas off.
-Yes. I think the protocol can wait. -No, tell me about it.
Take it as...
some kind of job training under pressure.
Very well.
Point one.
Dispersal.
If we're located,
we have twice the chance of escape if we split up. And we have to do that...
very fast.
Raquel.
-Be careful. -If they catch you, I'll kill you.
A very good point one.
And point two.
Point two?
I am not hearing point two, Professor.
Point two. In the emergency bags,
we have to bring money,
a camouflage net,
a thermal blanket,
-a gun. -A gun.
And water to survive at least 72...
Seventy-two hours.
What's the name of point two?
You give a name to everything.
Epicenter.
In everyone's mind,
there's a fixed idea, which is the fugitive runs away.
But we won't run away.
We'll stay there.
We will stay still, whatever happens,
within a 500-meter radius
of wherever we are detected.
-The epicenter. -The epicenter. Very good.
We will be a few meters away from them, but they won't see us,
provided that we hide during the first four minutes.
How are we going to hide?
Seven or eight meters above the ground.
At the top of a tree.
We will use the same hiding technique as snipers.
Perfect camouflage.
The class is over.
Raquel, you should be in position already.
I know, but I have a problem.
What's wrong?
There are soldiers. I don't have time.
No. Stick to the plan.
Raquel!
There they are!
Get closer.
Shit!
I want the forensic team there!
We've caught them with their pants down!
I'm sure that ambulance is full of evidence. Come on!
Raquel, I'm two kilometers to the west of the epicenter.
There are military officers everywhere. Did you get to the top of the tree?
-No, I had to improvise. -What?
There's a farm 400 meters south of your position.
No. That's the first place they'll check.
-I don't have any other option. -Raquel?
The Ministry of the Interior has just announced
the biggest reward in history.
Ten million euros for any information that helps to capture the Professor
or to thwart the heist.
Public support is one of the biggest worries of the police...
Every hostage says...
this guy took some hostages to help him.
He said they were going to work at more than 65 degrees.
They're melting the gold.
Melting the gold? How?
Fuck, Sierra. What have they set up in there? A fucking blast furnace?
An industrial oven is only slightly larger than a dishwasher.
They went into the bank with army trucks.
Fuck me!
They're smelting the national reserve! Why?
To get it out, it makes the extraction easier.
They can shape it in any way they want.
They can pass it through a drain
or fly it out in their blimps in the form of gold pellets.
I don't know.
Go ahead with your plan. We're going after the gold.
They won't get a single gram!
Gentlemen, they must be around here.
Make the dogs smell the samples we found in the van.
Search the whole forest! Leave no stone unturned!
Every building you find, search it thoroughly, okay?
Let's go!
Subtitle translation by Carolina Daza