THE MARKED HEART
Who's this asshole?
My father-in-law.
Put the gun down, Sofía.
Put the gun down.
You're robbing a bank?
Are you insane or what?
Don't move, or I'll shoot you.
Let's leave, Tomás. Now!
Who locked the door?
Did you lock the door? Do it now!
You're screwing up the job. Go.
Shut up. You over there!
What are you doing there? Come here.
What is that?
You know the trouble you're getting into? The police will be here any minute!
This asshole triggered the alarm!
Come on! Calm down!
If you know what's good for you, leave while you have time.
Samantha has no time. I'm not leaving without the money.
Come on! Give us the money!
All of it! Give me the bag. Polo, the bag!
Son of a bitch!
Get all the money in there, or I'll blow your head off.
Good. There you go.
Fuck!
Good afternoon.
Is there a problem, Officer?
There's no parking here. Did you know that?
Really?
Man, I'm so stupid. I didn't notice.
License and registration, and step out of the vehicle.
The police got Perrote.
-It's all gone to shit! -Polo!
Everybody relax! Take their cell phones.
Cell phones. Give me your cell phones!
Gently. Don't be rude! Come on.
Sit down here. Are you okay? Hey…
You?
Is that you, Mr. Duque?
Why are you doing this?
Because you didn't get your loan?
I swear I'm not involved in this.
This guy shows up, and he knows the manager?
Feels like a trap.
Give us the money, or I'll blow your brains out.
This is how you want to help Samantha?
Huh? You want her to have a heart attack when she sees you?
This is the worst mistake of your life.
Now you're stuck with us, big daddy.
I don't mind killing you. Cell phone.
-Wake up, Tomás! The money. -The other one too.
I won't let you rat us out to the police. No way.
Give us all the money.
All of it, damn it!
-There. Please don't kill me. -All of it!
Camilita is calling. Look. Let's answer.
Hey! Back off.
You're busy, asshole. Back off!
Sammy, relax.
Simón must be with Tomás already.
Why won't he pick up, then?
Look, you have to try to remain calm.
All this stress is weakening your heart.
Tomás has to pick up now. He has to answer.
I hate to leave you like this, but I must get Lucas, bring you clothes…
Go. Don't worry.
Do you promise you'll be okay?
-I'll call you when I talk to your dad. -Okay.
But stay calm. For your own sake.
Please call me.
I won't lose my daughter twice, Zacarías.
I'm warning you.
If you're worried about her, get her a psychiatrist.
She needs it.
Accusing me of damaging the heart of the pizza guy's daughter is too much.
And you believe her?
It's preposterous, Greta.
Do you know what your problem is, dear son-in-law?
I know what you're capable of.
For your daughter? I'd do anything.
Even kill. Anything.
That hasn't changed, Greta.
I can forgive her betrayal.
The cheating.
Faking her death. I forgive it all.
That's not love, you know?
I think you are the one who needs a psychiatrist.
I now see where my wife gets her ungratefulness.
-I'm busy, dear mother-in-law. -Zacarías.
I was always on your side,
but Camila is my daughter.
I still have scruples, even if I hide them.
So if you put her in danger,
I can become your worst enemy.
I'm not Braulio.
Don't underestimate me.
Old fucking bitch.
You have become
Part of my soul
Nothing comforts me anymore
If you're not
By my side
Far beyond your lips
The sun and the stars
With you in the distance
My beloved
I am
Thank you. Thank you, everybody.
A beer, please. My mouth is dry.
Having so much talent is insulting.
What a way to start off.
Today is your lucky day.
Is it?
My name is Troconis.
Willie Troconis.
I'm an expert at finding stars.
Don't tell me you're an astronomer.
Beautiful, pitch-perfect, and with a great sense of humor.
A diamond in the desert.
I'm a musical manager.
I was born to make you a celebrity.
A manager?
Believe it or not,
I've discovered great artists.
Shakira, Maluma, Karol G,
Becky G.
We could call you "Nicky G."
Yes, you're right. Sounds great.
Listen, your talents can't keep getting wasted
in such a small-time place.
I can take you far.
Oh, and I do love to travel.
Okay, tell me more about the places you'll take me.
But first, you'll have to buy me a beer.
I could buy you three.
Two.
All of it. Quickly!
Open the vault, or I'll kill you.
Put down the gun!
Put it down now.
Don't bother me, or I'll shoot you instead.
Really, tough guy? Come on. Put a bullet in my head.
I won't let you ruin Tomás's life.
-You don't think I'll do it? -Hey!
Hey, no bullets. Put the gun down, please.
Put the gun down.
You're about to commit a crime, Tomás.
Like the money you need isn't for a crime? Come on.
If we start applying double standards, Samantha will die.
Open the vault!
-Open the vault. -Now!
Quickly! We want to leave!
Quickly, motherfucker.
THEY'RE ROBBING THE BANK. HELP!
What do you do, Mr. Jiménez?
Me? Well, I work hard.
A bit of this, a bit of that, you know.
We'll search the vehicle, okay?
Of course. Do your job.
Leave!
The police are here! Hey, surrender! Surrender now!
-Fuck! -Now.
Sure, let's surrender.
We'll tell them we were only joking, right?
-What's the plan, Polo? -There's no plan!
They're fucking newbies! Just stop!
Give me the gun.
Don't move!
Stop! Stop, motherfucker!
You get a promotion, people.
You're promoted to hostages. Including you.
-What? Sit down right there! -Get down!
Secure the perimeter. Snipers to the roofs.
We need to cordon off the back. Nobody leaves the building. Understood?
Help me with the cash.
Put the money inside.
Watch the hostages, Polo.
Fuck.
Unit A, Unit B, come with me.
Hurry.
Easy, bro.
Gentlemen, I have news for you!
I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you two options.
You can leave here in handcuffs
or in a body bag!
You choose.
Shit!
Did you hear? You have a chance to get out alive.
Not "you." Us, babe. You'll stay here with us.
She's right. You're a hostage or an accomplice.
Get away from the window!
Hurry up!
Everybody, get away from the window!
Move. Hurry.
Right, I'll be an accomplice, then! Stop!
I'll go talk to the police.
I'll tell them you're insane,
but not to worry because you won't hurt anyone.
Are you stubborn or what? You'll leave with a bullet in your head.
What now? You're so stubborn, damn it.
I want to know how many there are. Names, everything.
Nobody move.
Samantha needs us.
Nobody move.
No one shoots without my authorization.
Get the snipers ready on the roofs facing the bank.
A bank robbery?
Kill those assholes.
But be careful, Fausto.
I don't want any violence on live television, okay?
We're set, then.
Finally, you're here.
What's wrong?
Why the long face?
Camila is alive.
My First Lady has gone mad.
I'm being serious.
Camila is alive.
Tell me, Greta.
Did you see a psychic?
I know that what happened to Camila was very sad, but you--
Listen to me, Braulio.
I was with her.
Camila had to fake her own death in order to
escape from Zacarías.
-But that-- -She needed to get away from things.
And now she just came back.
Is that girl stupid?
Couldn't she get a divorce like a normal person?
What can I say?
I still can't wrap my head around it.
What will my detractors think?
That I helped her vanish, of course.
That I sent her on an airplane full of dollar bills.
And so many other lies.
And they'd be right to. Fuck!
Only someone who's done a terrible thing fakes their own death.
-And Zacarías? -What about him?
Does he know his wife has resurrected?
He knows.
I'll call Lucho.
See you later.
This fame thing sounds beautiful,
but it also sounds like a lie.
So tell me the truth.
Do you want to get me into your bed or make me famous?
I never mix business with pleasure.
What a shame. It's a great combo.
Fame requires sacrifice.
And I require food. Otherwise, I get depressed.
I'd rather you be depressed but signing autographs.
You choose.
I'll take you to the hottest place.
Very exclusive, modern.
Only the best artists perform there.
Really? Who'll be performing?
You.
Me?
I want you to audition.
If they hire you, and they will, because I'm taking you,
you'll make ten times more than you're making in this shithole.
What do you say?
That the more I know you,
the more I like you.
-Here. -Thank you.
Should I get her toothbrush?
-Yes. And her toothpaste and soap, please. -Okay.
Voice mailbox.
Please answer, Simón.
Samantha is nervous, and I'm getting paranoid.
Please, call me.
Thank you.
Do you think he'll get the money?
Duque doesn't have the resources or the friends to help him.
There is Camila.
But we made sure to limit her resources as well.
Anyway, it's an unattainable amount for a guy who makes pizzas.
The hell he'll go through will be worse than mine.
Don't underestimate his survival instinct, Cienfuegos.
Someone in that situation can have a reaction
that is excessive or erratic.
And a public figure like you
can't have that.
You handle your butcher shop, Sarmiento.
I'll handle the rest.
I still believe
that your ties with those people
are an unnecessary risk.
There are risks worth taking.
There's something exciting about it.
Isn't the president waiting for you?
I have priorities.
Mr. Secretary.
Camacho, eliminate the robbers.
That's an order from the president.
Mr. Secretary, I don't think that's wise.
There are hostages, and the press is here.
Listen, wise guy, I don't give a fuck about the press.
Just make sure you show those assholes
that the president won't allow anyone to disrupt his country.
Sofi, you can't do that shit here. No more.
Do you think that something as stupid as this has ever gone right?
Maybe in a movie or something like that?
The media is out there.
You'll make national news in no time.
You're fucked.
Perrote is not picking up.
-Man, what if they got him? -No.
-Now what? -I don't know.
The hostages are our only leverage.
Ready the snipers. We'll kill them when we get a chance.
Did you get the information I asked for?
-Hurry! -I'll handle it.
The perimeter is secured.
There are police officers and snipers all around.
You're fucked!
Your best option is to surrender your weapons
and get out peacefully.
I guarantee you we'll respect your rights.
As you can see, authorities are here, with more police cars arriving.
The robbers refuse to exit.
We'll try to speak to Inspector Camacho, who is in charge of the operation.
Inspector Camacho!
God. Now this.
-Just a few seconds. -Let us work, Portillo, please.
-It won't take long. -Don't make this worse.
We're working here too.
Work somewhere else.
Is that okay?
-I'll be right back. -All right, thanks.
So boring. There's nothing to watch on TV.
What started as a robbery turned into a hostage situation.
It's said they have around ten hostages.
A picture began circulating on social media,
apparently taken by a bank employee,
which shows two men and at least one woman,
all part of the criminal gang.
Why the faces?
Tomás and my dad are robbing a bank.
What we know so far…
It must be a mistake.
I knew it. Tomás was acting weird. I told my dad to go after him.
Now they're gonna kill them.
Samantha, calm down. They won't kill them.
This is a mistake. Just a mix-up.
Stay calm, please.
Ask Suárez if he has a direct line to the bank.
Identify the people in those pictures.
I want jobs, addresses, family members. Go.
Oh, fuck my life!
-What? -Someone posted a picture of us.
Who was it?
Who was the rat who squealed? Tell me, or I'll kill you one by one.
Who was it?
-I'll start with you. -Hey!
Stay out of this!
Was it you? Confess.
It was me.
It was you, was it? Get over there.
Give me your phone, bitch.
Please, don't kill me.
Bitch!
Hey, she's pregnant! Can't you see?
Shut up, man. Nosy asshole. I'll put a bullet--
Sofía, you had one job! Get their phones!
You were taking that shit. Now they know who we are.
Now you're turning on each other.
-You should've listened to the police. -Shut up!
We said we'd do this job sober, and you--
Enough, brother.
-How dare you? -I'm not leaving without the money.
I won't let Samantha die because of you. Stop.
Hey, help me with the money, okay?
There's some here.
Nosy bastard.
All right.
What's up, man?
-How'd it go with that chick? -Great.
You know no one can resist me.
Though I feel sorry for her.
Sorry? Why?
Do you like her or what?
She's a great singer.
And she's so excited.
"A great singer."
Don't get emotional on us, man.
In our business, that's a luxury we can't afford.
Can I get a beer?
A cold one.
-I have to see the boss. -Okay.
How is my beautiful goddaughter?
Guess what? I have a manager!
Camacho.
My dad and Tomás are robbing a bank.
Excuse me?
We have made contact with the kidnappers. I can't share any information.
TEN HOSTAGES HELD
-What can you… -No more statements.
Kidnappers? Let me go. I have to be there.
You're not going anywhere, Samantha! You need to calm down, for your own sake.
You have to relax. Do it for Tomás, for Simón.
Watch her. She needs to relax.
Can somebody explain what's this about Simón and Tomás at the bank?
I don't get it either. I'll go see what's going on.
Please stay and watch her. I'll call as soon as I can. Excuse me.
Listen, Zac.
What's this about Camila not being dead, just on vacation?
Braulio, you know better than I do that women do strange things.
That's true.
Us men are fucked.
But can you explain why Camila did what she did?
She changed a lot after the transplant.
She was very unstable.
But her time away has helped her.
Don't worry.
We'll soon be a normal couple again.
What will we tell everyone?
"Wife of presidential advisor has resurrected."
What bullshit.
Relax, Braulio.
There won't be any trouble.
Camila's alleged death wasn't in the news.
We kept it all quiet so nothing would overshadow your victory.
If there's anything I don't know,
this is the time to tell me.
Braulio,
I'm an open book.
Mr. President.
What can I do for you?
There's media outside the bank.
So cancel the order I gave you
and be very careful.
Control your men.
Don't worry, Mr. President.
I told them to hold their fire if there's any media present.
What's going on?
Some thugs are robbing a bank. Look.
THESE ARE THE ALLEGED BANK ROBBERS
Tulio, this is Nicky. Call me as soon as you can. It's urgent.
Don't worry, Lucas.
It'll all be okay.
Nicky, the food here is awful. Bring me something from the cafeteria?
Of course. What would you like?
An ice cream, maybe. You know the one I like. Can you go?
We'll share it.
-I'll go with you, Nicky. -Okay.
Come with me.
-We won't be long. Call if you need me. -Okay.
Good. Let's go.
This robbery has had everyone talking for the last few hours.
Excuse me.
Inspector! Please, let me through.
-Inspector, listen! -He's on the line.
I need to talk to him. Inspector!
Inspector Tulio Camacho.
Look, there's no need to prolong this. You know you're surrounded.
I'm giving you a choice. You can leave willingly or by force.
Listen, sir, don't threaten me.
I can start killing hostages, and that's not good for anyone.
Let's make a deal.
Do you think you're in a movie?
I'll give you ten minutes to get out.
-We'll set the terms-- -Hello? My name is Simón Duque.
Stay calm.
What?
Bad news.
They're not willing to negotiate.
That guy is badly hurt.
Release him, and they'll take it as an act of good faith.
-How are you? -Come in, Greta.
I guess Camila is not here yet. She was even late to her wedding.
She's not here.
Perfect. Then you and I can talk.
Tata, you are her best friend.
We have to make Camila come to her senses.
This obsession she has with Simón is not normal.
-It's not healthy. -The heart wants what it wants.
-Want some tea? -Yes.
Don't give me that cheesy line. You're too old for that.
Well, thanks.
I don't know. I keep thinking that this thing is almost mystical.
Like, what Camila feels
is because the dead woman's heart wants to be close to his husband.
I hear it, and I can't believe it myself.
Greta, have you seen the news?
Oh, please.
Those reporters, those vultures,
they keep saying I'm spending the country's money on jewelry and shoes.
But if the First Lady looked like a bum, they would criticize that too.
It's not about that.
-What is it? -Look.
The police have identified the criminals
who have been holding hostages in the bank for the last few hours.
Their names are Tomás Gómez, Polo Méndez, Sofía Larrea, and Simón Duque.
Stay tuned…
Simón Duque? The widower?
-The pizza man? -Yes.
Has he gone crazy or what?
Some of them have records. Petty theft.
-Got it. -Drug possession.
There's an older man who might be their leader.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Samantha, what are you doing here?
I have to talk to Tomás and my dad. This is my fault.
No, it's not your fault.
This is Zacarías's fault. You know it.
Calm down. Okay?
Leaving the hospital is of no help.
-I need to talk to them. I won't leave. -Stay with me.
They won't let you through. Let's call…
Nicky must be worried sick looking for you.
We're surrounded. There's no way out.
This man's getting worse! Let him go, or things will turn to shit!
Shut your fucking mouth!
What is it? What's wrong?
I have hypertension.
I need my pills.
They're in my car.
I won't let you hurt innocent people.
Please.
Lock the door.
You said you had the pizza man under control.
That's what I ordered. Why the hell is he robbing a bank?
I warned you, Cienfuegos,
that Duque's behavior could get unpredictable.
Here he is, doing something stupid.
Fix this immediately, Sarmiento.
The media's all over this,
and the president knows.
This could end badly.
You know the saying. Dead dogs don't bite.
I told you I don't want that fucker to have it that easy.
I don't plan on risking the Organization's anonymity
because of your fixation with Duque.
Don't forget the Organization only exists
because I want it to exist.
If you provoke me, Sarmiento,
I'll squash you like a bug.
Is everything okay?
Fine.
My friend, it's always a pleasure to talk to you.
I imagine you know about the bank robbery.
I need you to do me a favor.
Excuse me.
Sammy? I'm going to kill you.
Why did you leave the hospital? Do you know the trouble you caused?
I had to be here, and you wouldn't have let me.
Let her through.
-Come in, ma'am. -Thanks.
DANGER - DO NOT CROSS
Why are you here?
There's a boy inside who is my goddaughter's boyfriend.
A bank employee?
No. He's one of the robbers.
Are you saying you know one of the kidnappers?
Yes.
And there's more.
My friend tried to stop his daughter's boyfriend
and got caught up in this mess.
-Simón Duque? -Yes.
You contacted me about organ trafficking, and now this?
I know. But it's all connected. I'll explain it later.
But Simón and Tomás
are two very desperate people in a difficult situation.
Help me, please.
I'm thinking.
Come back here.
-Where are you going? -Please…
What?
Hey! Stop!
Stop that, you guys! Enough!
-Stop him! -Stop!
Dad!
Help! He was shot.
He was shot!
Help!
He's badly hurt!
Don't shoot! Call them.
She has to go. Her heart can't take this.
Are you okay?
-Polo, I can't… -Relax.
Look at me. Stay calm.
Hello?
Why did you shoot? What happened?
-Let me talk to Tomás, please. -Remove her!
-I'm his girlfriend! -Cover me.
I can make him come to his senses.
-Hello. Tomás? -Samantha.
Are you okay?
Babe, what is all this mess about?
I'm sorry.
Listen, babe.
You have to stop all this, okay?
None of this makes any sense.
What makes no sense is that you're dying while so many bastards live,
like the ones who damaged your heart.
Then think about this.
What do you want? Do you want me to visit you in jail?
Do you want me to go through this alone, without you or my dad?
And if I die,
I won't have my dad or you by my side.
You won't die. Don't say that. You won't die, Samantha.
Listen to me. This isn't you, okay?
You're the guy I fell in love with, the one who's been with me all this time.
Through all of it.
I know what we're going through is hard, but this is not the way to fix it.
Babe, you're risking my dad's life.
My brother can't become an orphan.
I couldn't stand to lose anyone else.
Please, I beg you. Do it for me.
Okay?
I just want to spend the rest of my days with you and my dad.
Please. I'm begging you, baby.
Just end this, okay?
Please.
Okay, baby. This will be over soon, okay?
Let me talk to the inspector.
I love you, okay?
I love you so much. Tell my dad I love him.
Inspector Camacho.
Okay, but don't do anything stupid.
-We're not going to jail! -Enough!
Put the gun down!
Put it down!
-So? -It's done.
I spoke to Tomás, and he said he'd end this.
But I don't know what he'll do.
I have no idea.
I thought we were friends.
We are friends. Don't give me that, asshole.
This is for all of us.
Simón, you promise to take him outside, right?
You have my word.
Look at this.
She's having an anxiety attack,
that guy is dying, and this one was shot in the stomach.
What a mess you've made!
I'm taking everyone out of the bank.
Simón, listen to me. Take the gun, or they'll kill you.
-Relax. -They'll fucking shoot you!
Shut up!
Don't try anything. Get down.
Get down.
I'll handle it.
-Give me the keys. -Okay.
Let's go.
Relax. You're coming with me.
We're almost there.
Stand up.
Let's go.
I can't.
Easy.
I can't anymore.
-Dad! -Simón!
Bring a reporter!
You're live.
My name is Simón Duque!
I have absolutely nothing to do with this.
These young people inside are not criminals.
They just made a huge mistake.
One of them is named Tomás.
He's my daughter's boyfriend.
He made a desperate decision to try to fix a very sensitive issue.
My daughter is waiting for a heart transplant.
You have no idea what a person goes through when they're waiting
for a new heart, a liver, or a kidney.
What my daughter is going through
is something thousands around the world know well.
They await their place on interminable waiting lists
for a miracle to happen,
for someone to come and give them the organ they need to stay alive.
These people are not robbing a bank.
These young people inside
are trying to collect money to pay a criminal gang
with ties to the government.
A gang that engages in organ trafficking!
These people have very kindly offered their services.
You know what for?
To commit an unspeakable crime.
Why is Camila there?
My wife,
Valeria Duque,
was kidnapped and murdered.
And her heart was taken out and given to someone who needed it.
You can't imagine what I've been through.
But you know what? Here I am.
I am aware that my family will be in danger now.
But I'll talk.
I'm willing to name the names of very important people.
And you'll be surprised.
You have no idea how much.
Boss, requesting permission to shoot.
Negative.
We're not authorized. Don't shoot.
We'll release the hostages, and I ask you to not use deadly force.
No one will resist.
It's all under control.
You hear that, man?
Your father-in-law is serving us up on a silver platter.
We're going to go to jail, bro.
We'll all go.
Sofía, me.
You'll let your girlfriend die?
You'll let me die?
Let me go, man. We won't do anything.
We'll leave.
If you hand us to the police, they'll kill us. Please, okay?
Let us go.
Please.
Let us go.
The bank manager, as you can see, is having a hypertensive crisis.
A security guard is wounded and needs medical attention.
There are employees inside
and mothers who don't deserve to go through this.
Listen, this was a mistake. Nothing more.
No fucking way this is over!
-Tomás! -You want to catch criminals?
Get those fuckers my father-in-law mentioned.
They are murderers!
You want me to free the hostages?
I demand Samantha is moved to the top of the waiting list!
I want the first compatible heart that's available to go to her.
If not, I'll kill every one of these assholes!
-Get it? -Hey.
Tomás, stop.
-Don't shoot! -Dad!
-Simón!
You did the right thing, my friend.
Simón! Let me through, please!
-Dad! -Simón!
Subtitle translation by: G.R.