[TV reporter speaking indistinctly]
Can I get a decaf, please?
[sighs]
[phone beeps]
Hello, this is Maribi's answering machine. Leave a message after the beep.
[voicemail beeps]
-Mom, I just finished. It's 6:00 a.m.-- -[phone shuts off]
Excuse me, do you have a phone charger on you?
[bartender] No, sorry.
Fuck.
[tense music swells]
Want to use mine?
HOUR 20 OF THE HEIST
-Really? You don't mind? -No, no.
You sure? Thank you.
I have to make a few calls.
-It's no problem. -Thanks again.
SATURDAY, 6:25 A.M.
[line rings]
[voicemail beeps]
Mom, I just finished. I'm on my way.
-[line rings] -[voicemail beeps]
-Commissioner Sánchez. Leave a message. -[beeps]
This is Inspector Murillo.
I know it's late, but I wanted to say,
if this is being handled by Intelligence
because of some kind of diplomatic situation,
I'm not going to be a puppet officer while those gorillas storm the place.
So, I feel it's my obligation to step down.
Good night, sir.
Um, good morning.
[quiet and tense music plays]
-Thank you. -Of course.
[TV reporter speaking indistinctly]
[TV reporter] The number of hostages is unknown.
The only information so far is that Alison Parker,
-daughter of the ambassador… -Excuse me, is that you up there?
Are you the investigator on that?
[Tokyo] If I started off telling a kidnapping story,
it's because everyone remembers the days the Royal Mint was under siege.
Streets in downtown Madrid were closed.
TV stations reported live 24 hours a day.
The police threw their operation manuals out the window
and didn't know what to do
about these crazy bastards trying to print their own money.
But, actually, lots of things happened that no one remembers.
Things that changed us all
to the point of not knowing who were the bad guys and who were the good guys.
When you negotiate with those people, do you give them, um…
Do you give them what they ask for? Or do you just try to buy time?
-You don't have to answer. I'm sure you-- -Each case is different.
Of course. I'm sorry. Sorry.
But we…
We buy some time.
We try to defuse the situation and end peacefully.
Thank you.
[Tokyo] Actually, we were the ones buying time.
The phrase, "Time is money" has never been so appropriate.
And so much money.
Each hour we printed eight million euros.
Fourteen hundred sheets of currency-grade paper,
each producing 140,000 50-euro banknotes.
[tense music intensifies]
[Tokyo] Everything was so calm at dawn
that it seemed like the plan was right on track.
The Professor was our Big Brother.
He controlled the police radio and 18 cameras.
So, if someone wanted to screw us over,
we'd know well in advance.
We took shifts watching the hostages,
all entryways and, of course, the production.
After only 20 hours of starting,
the presses had already spit out 52 million euros.
So at that point, we thought anything was possible.
But all that quiet was only the calm before the storm.
Things were about to get so fucked up that we'd come close to losing it all.
And if you ask me why,
I'd say it was because of a simple love story.
But in the end, love is a good reason for everything to fall apart.
[tense music ends]
["My Life Is Going On" by Cecilia Krull plays]
♪ If I stay with you ♪
♪ If I'm choosing wrong ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ If I'm losing now ♪
♪ But I'm winning late ♪
♪ That's all I want ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ I am lost ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ Lost my time ♪
♪ My life is going on ♪
[quiet and tense music plays]
I would like to ask you a favor.
[tense music builds]
[Berlin] All right?
-[music swells] -[radio beeps]
[woman over radio] They're moving. All units on alert.
[crowd clamors]
[man] Deputy Inspector, they're opening the doors!
[dramatic music plays]
[officer] There are 17 men armed with M16s.
Nobody moves, you got that?
-This could be our opportunity. -I repeat, nobody moves.
[Berlin] Take off the mask.
I ask you to please not shoot.
My name is Mónica Gaztambide.
She's a hostage.
I'm only here to read a statement.
I'm speaking on behalf of the thieves.
There are 67 hostages.
All of us are in perfect health
and well taken care of.
No one has been killed or wounded. We're all dressed the same way
and it's impossible to tell us apart from the thieves.
And so,
any attempt at a raid…
-[breathes nervously]… could cost lives. -[sniper 1] The guy is giving orders.
The guy with the megaphone. He's one of them.
[tense music plays]
[sniper 1] Requesting green light.
[sniper 2] He's in clear sight.
[sniper 1] They're going back in. Last chance.
Last chance. They're going in! I repeat, they're going in.
No, nobody fires.
Nobody fires! You hear me?
[sniper 1] Let them go in. Let them go back in.
You copy. Everyone stand down.
-[door closes] -[sirens wail]
[helicopter whirs]
[reporter] We all witnessed the hijackers read a statement live.
They expressed regret for wounding a policemen.
Apparently, the hostages are in good health.
The hijackers don't intend to be violent as long as the police comply…
[breaks squeak]
[door creaks open]
[calming piano music plays]
[Maribi] I know that you don't like it when Paula sleeps in your bed,
but she insisted and I didn't want to argue with her.
Don't get upset.
[calming piano music continues]
[Berlin] We're locked in.
And we don't know how much longer this will last.
But as long as they don't shoot me in the head, I'll take care of you.
Meanwhile, as long as you don't trick me, or try to communicate with the outside,
it'll all be fine. [claps and rubs hands together]
From now on, we'll get organized.
You'll be assigned some tasks
so you don't get depressed.
What's your name?
-Pablo. -Do you play sports?
Yeah, I'm captain of the track team at school.
One step forward, captain.
One step forward.
My friend. [laughs]
Arturito. [laughs]
Did you sleep well?
Fine, fine.
Great. Tell me. Uh…
-Are you handy around the house? -No.
No. No, sir. I'm a disaster. Actually, when I get a flat, my wife--
So you're saying you don't own a drill?
No, no--
Think hard, because I have a wanker detector right here.
Yeah.
Second opportunity. Are you handy around the house?
I can manage.
One step forward.
[hostage sobs]
Would you feel better if we brought a sedative to you?
Yes, please. [cries]
Okay. It's okay. Anyone else need medication?
Me. I'm diabetic.
Come with Sonsoles, please.
Me. I take Sertraline.
Come. Anyone else?
[Mónica] Me.
I would like to request an abortion pill.
We don't know how long would be here and I wanna get it over with.
You'll get that today. All of you, come with me.
I'll take you to Mr. Román's office. You'll be comfortable.
Excuse me. I have a request too.
[soft and tense music plays]
[Berlin] Yes?
I wanna go in the Internet to delete a photo.
-Sorry, but that's out of my hands. -I was tricked.
He took a nude photo of me in the bathroom.
And now my parents, my teachers, all of the press can see it.
You could send a message, a video, so they don't worry.
We can send it for you, hmm?
All of you can record your own messages
for your families.
Nairobi… [snaps fingers] …they're all yours!
Let's go, tough guys!
Now put your hands behind your heads, form a straight line to the left.
Chest out, like the National Soccer Team.
Come on, big man.
[Moscow] Look at this dotted line.
You're gonna break the concrete without going an inch out of that line.
It's just like… when you're cutting out shapes as a kid.
It's 160 feet straight down to get to the sewer.
We'll work in three-hour shifts.
And when you're done with your shift, you go back with the others.
And not a fucking word about what you're doing here.
Any questions?
-[Arturo] No. -That's good.
That means I was clear.
Okay then. Get to work.
You, put on the ear protection.
Grab the jackhammer.
-I've never used one of those. -There's a first time for everything.
Hey, hey, be careful.
Wouldn't be the first time someone's lost a foot.
[jackhammer bangs]
Dad, Mom.
-I'm fine. -[Rio] Keep it short, please.
Hello, Daddy. Hello, Momma.
I'm okay.
They gave us food and we have sleeping bags.
Mama, this is not horrible, okay? No one's been hurt.
Mom… Mama…
I figured you saw the photo on the Internet.
I didn't upload that photo. It has nothing to do with the kidnapping.
It… it was a classmate. He tricked me, and… [cries]
I can't.
[Rio] Don't make too much out of the photo. It's…
It's like going topless at the beach. No one thinks that's a big deal.
I'm not one of the types that goes topless.
[Rio sighs]
Or the type that makes out with a guy in a bathroom.
Breaking my arm at school was the most exciting thing this year.
[Tokyo] A kidnapping is more exciting.
Well, you think about what to tell your parents, okay?
And relax, I'll wait. Here.
-You're quiet. What's the matter? -What the fuck do you care?
I'm just a kid.
I'm just a fuck buddy for five months.
[suspenseful music swells]
[Rio] The idiot with the dog tags.
I said you were a kid and I'd never be with you
so you wouldn't get shot.
I could care less if they shot me.
[Rio] That's a load of shit. You didn't do that for me.
What's wrong with all of you?
Since we got here, everybody's giving me shit.
[computer beeps]
[tense music plays]
[officer] A phone is on.
It's Alison Parker's.
Hack it.
What's wrong with me? I think you waited until we left Toledo
to start all this fucking bullshit about me being a kid!
[officer] She's trying to access her profile.
Let's go, let's go, let's go…
[Rio] If I was your fuck boy, just tell me.
Yeah, you were a good fuck.
[Rio exhales]
You were everything.
-[officer] I'm in. -Record it.
This conversation is over.
You had the nerve to tell them you're mourning your boyfriend?
You weren't mourning when you asked me to fuck you against the wall.
I didn't see a rosary in your fingers.
Talk me like that again and I'll smash your face in.
Switch to the front camera.
[tense music continues]
Hey, hey! What the hell?
-What are you doing? -[Alison] No!
-[Rio] What's wrong with you? -[Alison] Don't!
-[computer beeps] -[officer] We lost the signal.
Play it back.
Pause it. Improve the image.
[laughs]
We have him.
[tense music increases and ends]
[jackhammer bangs]
[laughing]
-They'll kill us. -Why are you saying that?
-They're gonna kill us. -[shushes]
They're gonna escape through the tunnel we're digging.
It's going to be a fucking bloodbath!
Shut up already. You don't know anything.
Just think a little, huh?
You think these people are stupid enough to let us go?
So we can go to the police and identify them?
Think, damn it!
Fucked!
Twice. Two times I've been told I'm a dead man. [pants]
[door closes]
Go look what's under the tarp.
-No way. -[Arturo] Look under it.
I'm not just gonna sit here,
waiting like some pig to be slaughtered and not do anything.
Do you understand? Look under the tarp. See if there are some guns. Go!
-[tense music plays] -Fuck.
[phone ringing]
[music ends]
-Yes? -[Sánchez] You call me at 6:00 a.m.
and leave a confusing message saying something about a puppet officer
and damn gorillas and other bullshit
that I really don't give a fuck about.
You walk away and leave the negotiations with 67 hostages in danger.
So I'm just calling so you can tell me to my fucking face
that you're not taking care of this.
I'm taking care of it.
Raquel, this whole thing is much larger than you.
National Security,
Foreign Affairs, the CNI… But keep this in mind.
You are the only person that I know
who can solve this without violence.
Thank you, Commissioner.
Now get back to the command post and take charge.
We got a photo of a robber.
[tense music plays]
I'll cover you.
-Come on, have some balls. Go there. -No.
-You can't do it? -No, I can't.
Weren't you the rugby captain?
-Track and field. -Then, run!
[tense music swells and ends]
[metal clanks]
[Pablo] Containers.
-It's gasoline. -[Arturo] Fuck. Fuck!
Ammunition.
-Shit, fuck! -[metal clangs]
[Arturo] What's that?
[Pablo] It's drugs?
It's heroin. It's heroin!
Leave that. Put it back now. It's plastic explosive, for fuck sake!
Come back here! Come on!
[Arturo coughs]
Why the hell don't I hear the jackhammer running?
-[Arturo] We're on break. -You'll take a break when I tell you to.
-Or when it's your turn. -Okay, okay. We'll do it. We'll get going.
[jackhammer banging]
[tense music increases]
[breathes heavily]
[tense music continues]
[camera shutters clicking]
[reporter 1] Inspector, please.
[reporter 2] Is there conflict between Intelligence and the police?
[reporter 3] Did you quit negotiations due to your domestic violence complaint?
-What? -[Ángel] Okay, that's enough. Enough!
-How do they know everything? -I don't know.
[Prieto] Back so soon?
[radios beeping and phones ringing in background]
-[Raquel] Do you have a minute? -Always.
Colonel Prieto.
Look, I've been upset these last few hours, but…
I'd like communication to be smoother between us.
I think we both have a lot to contribute.
I appreciate your mea culpa.
So I'm here, at your disposal.
But I want you to know, before there's any kind of misunderstanding,
I'm a happily married man.
Raquel. Raquel!
Male, 25 at the most. We got him with Alison Parker's cell phone.
Identity?
We're looking now.
The Facial Recognition team are searching Interpol.
I want to watch the whole video.
[Ángel] Pull up the recording.
We couldn't get more than six seconds.
Pause it.
It looks like a Makarov.
No. It's a Strizh nine-millimeter, also Russian.
It's uncommon to see them here.
Talk to one of your officers.
Tell them to ask every informant
in Eastern Europe with links to the black market.
-What's on the wall? -[Prieto] Cell phones.
Pull up the images of the rear camera.
What's that on the tags? Zoom in.
The list of hostages.
Those are their cell phones.
The Recognition Team will have his identity in one hour, maybe two.
No. We're not waiting that long.
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
["Ave Maria" plays]
Don't you find the connection we have special?
[electronically distorted] I was just about to call you now.
Considering that I'm the negotiator and you're holding hostages…
But we shouldn't permit this felony to interfere in our relationship.
I don't know you, but I see an opportunity.
-[Raquel] An opportunity? -To get to know each other.
[scoffs]
[Professor, distorted] If we met in a bar, you'd have completely ignored me.
Tell me, Inspector…
Have you ever faked an orgasm? [laughs]
No.
[Professor, distorted] Don't lie to me.
Think about it for a minute, okay?
I might have… I might have faked one.
You see… a man is programmed to ejaculate in the shortest time possible.
And woman to last the longest time possible.
The lack of compatibility in nature sometimes gets resolved by a fake orgasm.
Which is nothing more
than a little scam.
Or a lie.
[Professor, distorted] Like last night's raid with three Elite Forces Teams.
Inspector, I beg you not to lie to me.
You'll endanger innocent people.
I wouldn't lie. Now, tell me. Why were you gonna call me?
All right, we need some food and several medications.
Insulin, Sertraline, Albuterol…
[distorted] …an abortion pill and some sedatives.
[Raquel] An abortion pill?
These are requests from the hostages.
We all have personal problems, don't you agree?
You'll get your requests.
[Professor, distorted] Good.
A Civil Protection Team will make the delivery in clear bags
to avoid any hidden weapons. Now tell me…
-You were calling me to…? -To ask you to surrender immediately.
I have images from inside.
I learned the identity of one of you. And if I keep digging,
I'll find the names of everyone in your crew.
It seems to me that--
[Raquel] I'm offering you a deal with the DA.
We can reduce your sentences from 16 years to eight years.
Only if you get out now.
There's no casualties yet, so we can offer a deal.
I don't believe that's a fair deal. That means we'd lose.
You've already lost.
Look, in the unlikely event that you escape,
your faces will be on every news broadcast, police station and border.
You no longer have a Plan B.
-[Professor] We'll activate Plan C. -You think I'm bluffing.
Frankly, yes.
To show you that I'm not lying, I'll give you some info.
You have 67 phones stuck to the wall with Velcro.
You have one hour to consider my offer.
-[Professor, distorted] Listen-- -[phone beeps]
[line disconnects]
[tense music intensifies]
We need to help the police. And guide them through a raid. Listen.
There's a phone in my office.
-Inside a coat hanging on a rack. -[Pablo] No.
-No, I won't. -You've only got 30 or 40 seconds.
-Get off me! You go! -I can't!
No. What if somebody catches me?
-They'll shoot me! -Just go!
[Moscow] I said I wanted to hear that jackhammer!
-I not gonna say it again! -[Pablo] Sorry, sorry, sorry. We're sorry.
-It's just… He's really tired. I'm sorry. -[Arturo] I can't…
I can't go on. I'm going to die. I can't.
[Moscow] Get out of there. Get up and rest.
[tense music plays]
[phone line rings and connects]
Yes, Professor.
[Professor] They have an image of all the phones on the wall.
You're sure there's no security cameras inside, right?
[Berlin] No, no, of course not. Just the ones we installed.
Then it was one of the hostages.
You missed one of the phones.
Find it or we'll all be screwed!
Give me the green light to punish them.
We need to scare them or they'll continue to play the hero.
-Like what? -We make an example.
We execute someone.
No.
Just find that phone.
[music builds and ends]
[man coughs]
Are you really going to abort it?
Please forgive me for everything, Mónica.
I was out of line. I was a prick to you.
I've never been a brave man, you know?
I've spent my whole life doing what other people want.
Never what I wanted.
And I needed to be in a situation like this… [laughs]
…with pistols and bullets
for me to realize what I want.
I need think about me. [cries]
Me and you.
And that baby inside you.
I love you, Mónica.
I love you. I know that.
[enlightening music plays]
You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I want you to keep it, all right?
I really wanna be its father.
[laughs]
We're having a baby!
[laughs and cries]
I want us to become a family if we get out of here.
What do you mean "if"?
-They're digging a tunnel. -What?
Yeah. They have a bunch of plastic explosives and some gasoline cans.
-It's gonna be a bloodbath for sure. -[Berlin] Stand up!
There's a way to contact the police and guide them through a raid.
I have a cell phone in my office. Inside my coat.
I don't know how to get there.
-I'll go. I will. -No, no, no.
There's always a hero…
who believes that he can save the others.
Who thinks that…
that no one will discover that he's been forming a strategy to get in contact
with the police.
Bravo!
Congratulations, because one of you,
already did it.
Footage was recorded here on the inside… and it was sent it to the police.
[Ángel] Aníbal Cortés. He's from Getafe.
An expert in alarm systems.
He worked for two years in security firms.
He's linked to the robbery of a mansion in Geneva
and has a warrant issued by Interpol.
[Berlin] So I would like
to give him or her the chance to step forward,
so all of you can thank him or her,
and while we're at it, give me the phone.
He must have scouted out the Mint to analyze how to bypass the alarms.
See what's on the hard drive we got from security.
If we're lucky, he might have been there with another member of the crew.
Helsinki.
-Undress him. -Come with me.
-[Tokyo] Are you crazy or what? -Pay attention.
Come on, shirt too.
-Come on. -I know it was one of you.
[hostage cries]
But I don't know
who it is.
[hostage continues crying]
Denver, take her clothes off.
[ominous music plays]
You recorded a…
a video
in the room with the phones, right?
No, wait. [gasps for air]
Mónica, don't.
-[gasps for air] -What's wrong?
I can't breathe. [gasps]
Can I go with the girls? Take me with them.
Berlin! I'm taking her.
[strident music plays]
-[Rio] Berlin, come here. -What is it?
I know what happened.
I got distracted for a second and Alison tried to delete the picture.
-It was a slipup, that's it. -[laughs]
What's wrong? Are you ADHD?
If you're one of those kids with problems,
then I should know about it.
I don't have a problem.
-Tokyo came in, okay? -Ah.
-We argued a bit, that's all. -Mm.
-It won't happen again. -Okay, I get it.
Once again,
it all comes down to a question of feelings.
You really remind me of myself.
I was, um…
eighteen and she was 44.
She was… She was my French teacher. I was her favorite.
-I don't get your point. Tokyo isn't 44-- -She's 15 years older than you.
When you're young and with a woman in her prime,
everything's so incredible.
She has the experience that young women lack.
And they're far more grateful than the ugly ones are.
My teacher
gave me her mature flesh every time like my fucking birthday had arrived.
[laughs] You know why?
Hmm?
Because they can savor their lost youth
before all goes downhill and they really begin to feel their age.
[music swells]
[Rio grunts]
[coughs and gags]
Of course…
Of course, there's a small difference
between your story and my story.
We weren't in the middle of a heist with hostages,
endangering the lives of my partners.
[sobs]
[speaking Serbian]
[sobs]
[tense music builds]
[shouts]
"A heist at the epicenter of money."
"Is this robbery the biggest in history?"
"A strange heist claims international attention."
-How about that? You want coffee? -[Ángel] Jesus.
We have a policeman in ICU, 67 hostages, a bunch of heavily armed robbers,
and for the media this is just tabloid bullshit.
I'm not worried about that.
I'm worried they have too much information and that's not helping.
You're right.
[sighs] I'm going out for some food. I'll be back in a few.
[Ángel] All right.
Attention, the Inspector's leaving.
Clear the paparazzies.
[tense music plays]
[helicopter whirs]
[door buzzes and opens]
[tense music builds]
[Mercedes] Leave the packages on the ground and move back very slowly.
[tense music continues]
[door buzzes]
[Oslo cracks neck]
[sighs]
[Arturo] I have a cell phone in my office. Inside my coat.
It's really hot in here.
[suspenseful music plays]
The medication.
[Mónica pants]
[tense music builds]
May I?
Hey!
Water.
Sit down.
Sit down!
[music intensifies and ends]
I got the medications.
Distribute them.
-I'll leave now. -Wait.
Come outside.
[suspenseful music plays]
[lighter clicks]
[suspenseful music continues]
You might not give a shit about what I'm gonna say.
I think an abortion is a bad idea.
Thank you.
[tense music swells and fades]
[reporter on TV] …confirmed that the thieves…
-They're not leaving, huh? -[reporter on TV] …holding 67 hostages.
Those people must be desperate to do that, right?
That's what makes them very dangerous.
But they don't want to hurt anyone.
Well, that's what they're saying.
Then they wouldn't assault rifles, would they?
Sure, yeah. I guess you're right.
On the other hand, no one goes to rob the Royal Mint with a slingshot, right?
[chuckles]
[Raquel sighs]
The check, please.
And…
And do you know how many are there?
Because some say there are seven--
[cell phone ringing]
-Excuse me. -[Professor] Sure.
Yes?
[Ángel] Raquel, the kid was at the museum.
When was that?
[Ángel] Three months ago. Cameras caught them during a museum tour.
Was he alone?
[Ángel] No. You were right. He was with someone.
Listen, we've identified another one of the robbers.
Okay, I'm sending you the photo, you should get it right now.
[phone chimes]
[phone beeps]
[tense music plays]
[music swells]
[grunts]
-[guests clamor] -[Professor grunts]
[Raquel] Where is it?
What are you talking about?
[Raquel] Where are you hiding the recorder?
But… What recorder?
Is it a coincidence you're here every day asking questions?
-What outlet are you with? -What?
-What outlet are you with? -I'm not a reporter. I'm Salvador.
Please, look in my wallet.
-Antonio, tell her. -What's going on?
I don't know.
[Antonio] I know him. He's here every day.
[Raquel pants]
[tense music plays]
[music intensifies]
[music swells and ends]
You need money for the kid, right?
-No, I don't. -[Denver] Yes. Listen…
We're in a heist.
You keep some money.
No, really.
-[zipper opens] -[Mónica breathes heavily]
[Denver] Hide this in your underwear.
20,000 bucks. Enough to keep the kid in diapers 'til college.
It's not that. It's not that really.
I appreciate it. But give me the pill and I'll get back there.
Okay.
[inhales sharply]
Then, what is it?
He gonna fuck up your life?
-Who? -[Denver] Your son.
Better to have your life fucked up by your son
-than any of these motherfuckers or me. -You're gonna fuck up my life?
Life can get fucked any minute. One day you're calmly doing your work.
Then four assholes show up looking like Dalí.
One guy loses his head, a bullet flies and it's all over.
That…
fucks up your life.
[romantic music plays]
Not a kid.
What do you know about me?
Nothing.
My mom was gonna abort me.
It's just…
She took the heroin she was gonna sell to pay for the abortion.
And in some shitty alleyway,
the police found her.
And with jail, and drugs, and the police, I was born.
What about you?
It's not like your job's exciting.
When you leave things aren't that great either, so what is it?
-You love "kilates"? -Pilates.
That's just my point.
And Friday night drinks. What a drag.
Another plan ruined by the kid. Who do you go out with?
Where are your friends? Do you wanna know?
At their homes. With their kids. Are they fucked up?
-No. -[Denver] No, right?
What do you gotta do that's so crazy that you can't do it with a child?
If the dad is so stupid he'll miss it all, then awesome.
All that kid's love can be just for you.
[Berlin] What are you doing, Denver?
I'm giving her the abortion pill.
[intense string music plays]
What's wrong?
She needs you to it in her mouth? Put some water?
An abortion is something private.
It's a woman's decision. But not in front of everybody.
Well, anyways,
I'll think about it 'til we get out of here.
[chuckles]
[Mónica breathes heavily]
Fantastic.
I'm glad you wanna continue the pregnancy, really.
Now, um, go back to the office with the others.
[breathes heavily]
[cell phone chimes]
[tense music plays]
[music builds and ends]
[suspenseful music plays]
[sobs]
[Berlin hums]
[sobs]
Were you just at a bachelor party? Hmm?
Or on your way?
-[Berlin continues humming] -[Tokyo] That wasn't the first time
Berlin put his hands in the pants of an honest woman.
Though that was the first time he took them out so quickly.
Maybe Mónica was hoping he'd be carried away by animal instinct
and forget about the phone between her legs.
But that's not what happened.
[music intensifies and ends]
Denver…
What'll happen to our authority when she tells all the others?
[Tokyo] Because even Berlin could tell the difference between pleasure and duty.
[whispering] Go kill her.
You heard me.
[sobs]
Come on!
[music intensifies]
No! [cries]
[Nairobi] Let's see.
[panting]
[gasps]
[Tokyo] For the first time, I realized all my love affairs had one flaw…
everyone always took care of me.
But this time it would be different.
[instrumental music plays]
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
[hostages scream]
[Nairobi] What's happened? Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!
Fuck. Go get Berlin!
[sobs]
[phone rings]
[Tokyo breathes heavily] Listen to me.
If anyone lays a hand on him again, I swear to God,
the next bullet will be for Helsinki,
for Berlin,
or for you.
You're out there.
Free to leave any time.
While we are risking our lives inside this rat trap.
-Hey! -[speaking Serbian]
[speaking Serbian]
[Tokyo] Helsinki, put your gun down.
[Berlin] What the hell is going on?
Helsinki…
put the gun down.
[Mónica cries]
No… No.
-[sobs] No, don't do it, please. Don't. -[Denver] Why'd you take that cell phone?
I'm sorry.
Why did you have to trick me?
[Berlin] Tokyo.
-Rio, no! -[Rio grunts]
Where do you think you're going? You've done enough for today.
Helsinki…
[speaking Serbian]
[inhales and exhales]
-Know what'll happen if I don't kill you? -[sobs] No.
-They're gonna kill me first. -No.
Then they're gonna kill you.
Now what?
[Tokyo] I couldn't even hear what I was yelling.
I just wanted to write a fucking love letter.
While guns and eyes were pinned on me,
reality hit like a ton of bricks. And I knew…
that those five months where I believed in something,
had come to an end.
Your love story has sent our escape plan to hell.
They have you.
They also have Rio. The police know who you are.
IDENTITY OF TWO ROBBERS DISCOVERED
[instrumental music plays]
[Professor] You're all over the news.
[music fades and ends]
[hangs up phone]
[breathes heavily]
[pants]
[dramatic music plays]
[breathes heavily]
Jesus Christ.
[Mónica sobs]
Fuck! Come on, man!
Come on, man.
[gasps for air]
Come on.
[cries]
[Denver] On your knees.
Please don't. [sobs]
Don't look at me.
[Mónica cries]
Don't look at me.
-Don't. -[Denver] Don't look at my face.
Don't look at my fucking face!
[heart beats]
[breathes deeply]
[dramatic music intensifies and ends]
[panting]
[gunshot]
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