[sniper 1] Awaiting instructions.
[Arturo] What are you doing?
[Moscow] Snipers, get down! Everyone down! They're snipers!
[sniper 2] He's aiming a gun.
-Give me the go! -[sniper 2] He's going to execute them.
[sniper 1] Permission to fire, sir.
[Arturo] What did you do to Mónica?
[sniper 2] We need to act now!
Open fire.
Sniper three, permission to fire.
Arturo, behind you!
[gunshot]
[sound fades in slow motion]
[breathes heavily and trembles]
SATURDAY, 6:00 P.M.
[fado music plays]
[gasps]
[panting]
Great! Great, Mr. Torres. Good. Very good.
Now, we're changing the series. There's new lettering.
Got it? Another country. Don't complain. Come on.
-[Denver] Come on. -[grunts]
Helsinki, go downstairs. Run!
We have a man down! Hurry!
You killed her, motherfuckers. You fuckers!
I told you to stay down. I told you!
[shouts]
[grunting and crying]
[Mónica cries]
[sighs]
[moans]
[Moscow] Hurry.
-Watch your step. -[grunts]
Run.
[Arturo groans]
[grunts]
[Tokyo] The kit!
[Arturo] Water, water.
-Hurry up, let's go! -[grunting]
Water. Water.
[fado music ends]
[tense music plays]
[Tokyo] What's wrong? Arturo, hold this. Rio.
-Scissors. -[Denver] Get alcohol.
[Tokyo] Take his hand away.
-[Arturo screams] -Hold still.
Raquel.
[TV reporter] Former Royal Mint employees have revealed the identity
of the man shot and wounded by the police.
He's Arturo Román, director of operations at the Royal Mint.
Román was shot by a police sniper
while on the roof with the robbers.
The incident occurred 32 hours after the standoff began.
[sighs]
HOUR 32 OF THE HEIST
[Arturo pants]
I need to talk to my wife, please. I have to talk to my wife. [cries]
[Tokyo] They say
that when we stand at the threshold of death,
we can finally see our lives clearly.
As Arturo Román
lay bleeding out on the table,
he waited exactly for this,
for the clarity of death
to reveal to him who was the true love of his life.
Laura, his loving and devoted wife of 14 years…
[Mónica moans]
[Tokyo] …or Mónica,
his secretary and lover, who made him feel young again.
Unfortunately, the only certain thing for Arturo
is that we'll either dig the bullet out,
or he'll die before finding the answer to his question.
And frankly… our minimal medical training offers little hope for his survival.
[Professor] Inferior vein.
The right kidney
and the left one.
The mesentery. There's the lungs, right and left.
Going from the heart, we have veins.
Subclavian, right
and left.
Brachial.
Humeral.
Internal jugular and external jugular.
Red lines are major arteries.
Hey. Wait, wait, wait.
What is this?
You gonna teach us to be medics with some markers?
If you get shot, you cannot go to the hospital.
You handle it yourselves.
-This is fucking suicide. -That's enough.
It's one thing to be stuck in that rat trap.
-Dying's something else. -[Berlin] Denver.
-He's teaching you how to remove a bullet. -[Denver] Mm.
-This isn't brain surgery. -Hey, look.
It's not that hard. You take the pliers, grab the bullet, yank it out.
-That's it. -It's no big deal.
If I take a bullet, get me to a hospital.
The answer is no.
I'd rather be a cripple and free than be stuck in jail and healthy.
No one leaves.
If anyone's identified, we're all screwed. If you wanna back out, this the time to.
You'll stay here until the heist is over.
[Moscow sighs]
So, are we done?
My dick's as shriveled as Helsinki's. [laughs]
Hey! What'd you say about my peenie?
[all laughing]
-[Professor] That's enough. -You wanna see my peenie?
-[all laughing] -[Professor] Enough, please. Get dressed.
-Someone else. -[Denver] It's "penis," not "peenie."
-Want to? No? -[Professor] Come on.
No, no, no…
-[Tokyo] Okay… -[Denver] All right, Nairobi.
[Nairobi] Just a little skin, right?
-[all cheer and shout] -[Tokyo] Look at that! So sexy.
-[Oslo] Sexy. -[clears throat]
-[Professor] Your turn. -Oh.
-[Professor] Let's see what you learned. -[Tokyo] This is the carotid artery.
[Tokyo] I realized, as we played doctor,
that there was more to Nairobi than met the eye.
…and here's the little heart.
The aorta.
Even though none of us knew each other…
The abdominal area.
…I wouldn't have guessed that Nairobi had a son
or a daughter.
But she had a scar that looked like it was from a C-section.
-[slap] What are you doing? -[Tokyo] Hey!
Where are you going?
-What are you looking at? -[Tokyo] Easy.
-No! -[Professor] What's the problem?
The problem is she's a dyke. What are you looking for?
Maybe you're the lesbian. Your pussy's wet, isn't it bitch?
Oh, really. I'm wet?
[yelling indistinctly]
[Tokyo] And that's how our friendship began.
["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 Then 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 ♪
[radios beeping in background]
[Ángel speaking muffled in background]
Raquel! What should I say?
-[Raquel] What? -They'll ask who gave the order to shoot.
I gave it.
Just say the hostage was wounded.
Hang up the phone!
I said he was a robber. I gave the green light. I insisted.
Inspector, I'll share responsibility with you.
-Inspector, the ambulance is outside. -Let's talk to the kidnappers.
[man] Preparing to patch through to the kidnappers.
[Suárez] We didn't have a choice and we had to make a decision.
I'm telling you, it looked like they were going to shoot.
Silence, please.
[panting]
[line rings]
[phone ringing]
Professor?
[Professor, electronically distorted] You shot a hostage. He's in danger.
I suppose that's why you called.
-We have an ambulance ready to go. -[Professor] No one leaves here.
-[Raquel] That man is bleeding out. -[Professor] Because one of your bullets.
You'll let him die?
Let us send in a medical team.
Professor, look,
it was my mistake.
But if the hostage dies, it'll be a disaster for both of us.
Less than five minutes after he dies,
the public opinion will be that he died
because you didn't let me send in a medical team.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales slowly]
[breathes heavily]
[Professor] Two surgeons and a nurse with equipment.
-Tell me when you're here. -Thank you.
I have a request from the wounded man.
-He wants to talk to his wife. -Of course.
-[line disconnects] -Fuck.
Find Mr. Román's wife.
How soon can a medical team get here?
If we fly them from La Paz, ten or 15 minutes.
-Get them. Now! -[Ángel] Okay.
[radios beep and phones ring in background]
[struggles to breathe]
[tense music builds and fades]
[soft piano music plays]
[breathing heavily]
-[sirens wailing] -[man] This way, this way!
[helicopter whirs]
NATIONAL POLICE
[indistinct chatter in background]
[cries]
Excuse me?
Can you drive this?
-[ambulance driver] Yes. -I need to get out of here.
-[ambulance driver] Okay. -Thank you.
-[breathes deeply] -[Ángel] Hey, Raquel?
Are you okay?
I have to think.
[ambulance engine starts]
[door closes]
[radio beeps]
[Ángel knocks on window] Let's go.
[sirens wailing]
Don't look at me that way. I'm not leaving you alone.
[sirens wailing]
[suspenseful music plays]
Where the hell is she?
The bitch escaped.
[music builds and ends]
[Maribí] Let's see.
[cell phone ringing]
Okay.
There we go.
Hello, darling. Are you coming home tonight?
I don't know, Mom.
[Maribí] Why, did something happen?
Mom, I…
I really made a…
huge mistake at work. [cries]
It's that… Your job is really difficult.
So, tell me about it.
Things don't seem so terrible after you talk about them.
-I was, um, drinking wine with-- -[Maribí] You had a date, with who?
-Do I know him? -No, Mom. No. I don't even know the guy.
What happened was
when I came back to work, there was a bad situation.
The hostages were up on the roof and I…
I thought the hostages were in danger, so…
I told them to shoot.
And so a hostage was shot. [cries]
Yeah, I saw it on the news.
[Raquel] I don't know what to do.
Should I call his wife?
Should I talk to the press or resign? I don't know, Mom.
Well to start, calm down and realize it's not your fault.
I mean, when those people are wearing masks and holding guns,
it had to be confusing.
You were only trying to protect the hostages.
And what if you had saved someone's life?
Then I doubt that you would be talking with me on the phone right now.
And, well,
the upside is
I discover that my daughter likes to go out drinking
with strangers.
Please, he's not really a stranger.
Darling, we have a short time in this world.
Well, Mom, that's not the issue.
The issue is that I'm in a tough spot at work.
Then screw your job and move on.
Tell them you want to stamp passports and that you can enjoy life. Come on!
Or one day you'll be drooling next to a robber in an old-folks home.
No, darling. No.
But, um… What about that stranger? Hm?
[laughs]
[Maribí] Go ahead and laugh. I know what I'm talking about.
I've been a widow for 20 years.
[sighs]
You can't turn time back.
It just keeps marching on.
[driver] Entering the perimeter.
I'll think about it, Mom.
And if I'm home late, just go to bed.
Fine.
Oh, and you should sleep with someone too.
[phone beeps]
RAQUEL LIKES A STRANGER
[sighs]
[crickets chirping]
[sighs]
What the fuck you want?
I saw the scar on your stomach and…
I was being nosy.
I didn't know what it was.
Sorry.
Fine.
You're forgiven. Okay? Now, go away.
[door opens]
What the hell? I'm sorry, did I invite you to come in here?
[scoffs]
So, how old?
Your kid.
[sighs] Seven.
He's seven.
Who is he with?
With his dad?
With his dad? No, he's not with his dad.
He never even met him.
[sighs]
What's his name?
Axel.
His name is Axel.
It means "ax."
-[Tokyo] Ax? -Yeah.
[both chuckle]
-Because he's an ax. -[laughs]
Like his mom.
[laughs]
[soft instrumental music plays]
[Nairobi] That kid's a survivor.
He's been through so much.
He's like a buoy floating on the water. He won't sink.
He's so strong.
When he was three years old,
we were living at my mother's place
but her new husband
decided to give him alcohol when I wasn't home
because he didn't like the crying.
So, we left.
Him and me. No family or anything.
Just us two.
And we were fucking great.
[clicks tongue]
[inhales] But I fucked it up.
[clicks tongue]
One day…
I had to go get pills to sell…
and…
he was alone.
Five minutes.
I was gone for five minutes
and that's all it took.
He was trying to be Spider-Man, like always. I fucking hate Spider-Man.
[exhales]
He wanted to be a superhero, you know?
He'd climb anything. He climbed like a fucking champ.
He climbed out onto the balcony.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
And then out there he found a chair and he stood on top of it,
yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!"
He was three and a half.
And of course, in five minutes,
no joke,
there were multiple police patrols, the whole fire department,
everyone.
So I was arrested for possession.
I had a record and no job.
I went straight to jail.
So my child started bouncing from foster family to foster family.
And me? Nothing. Nothing.
I wasn't allowed to visit. I couldn't call. Nothing.
And then I got out of jail… and nothing.
They won't give him back to me.
-You've seen him? -[Nairobi] They won't let me.
However,
I know where he is.
-[Tokyo] You do? -The Canary Islands.
He's with some family that owns a hotel.
He's okay.
So now what?
I'm gonna get my boy back.
And that's it.
We'll go far away.
And look, you know what else?
On this heist, nobody's going to screw up. Nobody.
Because I swear that if anyone does, I will ruin their life.
[chuckles]
Out of all the plans that I've heard,
yours… is the best.
[laughs]
And you know what else?
You like tequila?
[Spanish party music playing]
[Tokyo and Nairobi sing] ♪ Pump it up, I can't stand it ♪
[both laughing and shouting]
[both sing] ♪ Shake it! Oh! ♪
[Spanish party music continues]
-[music ends] -[Nairobi] Shut up.
It's 4:03 in the morning.
We have class in the morning.
Plastic explosives.
Sorry.
Get some rest before then, all right?
-Is it past our bedtime? -Go to bed.
-All three of us? -In our own beds.
I really like those jammies, Professor. [laughs]
[Professor] Now.
Right now.
[both laugh]
Look at those… Look at those lights.
I want that man so much. He makes me so horny, so horny.
-Really? Because I can't tell. -You can't?
-No. -I'm practically screaming it.
-[both laugh] -[Tokyo] I'm so dizzy.
[tense music plays]
[Denver] Oh, fuck.
Mónica, hey, hey, hey.
-What are you doing here? Are you crazy? -I don't feel well.
It could be a reaction to the medication.
The meds, huh?
That explains why you feel so bad.
Oh my God.
She's burning up.
-[Denver] We need to get her out of here. -Let's get you up.
Wait, please.
Please, give me a minute. Please.
[gags]
[door closes]
What do you think?
This is no good. It'll get worse.
We need to pull out the bullet or the woman's gonna die.
[Denver] Take it easy, Papa.
She'll be okay.
Why did you shoot her, damn it?
Because Berlin would have killed her.
I didn't have a choice.
Son of a bitch.
If he wants to kill someone, he should pull the trigger.
We're here for a robbery,
not to kill… or save lives.
Why did we get ourselves into this crazy shit?
Calm down, Papa. Calm down.
-Calm down. -[toilet flushes]
Mónica?
Are you done?
[Mónica] Yes.
-[moans] -I got you.
-Let's go. -Raquel, wait a minute.
I wanna talk to you.
I wanna go in with the medical team.
No. I can't let you go.
Of course. There's always someone better, right?
[both sigh]
Raquel, I'm a firearms expert.
I can go in and tell how many guns they have,
what type they are and if they're fake…
and figure out who the real robbers are.
You're right.
You'll go in with a medical unit.
I'll go over it with you.
[Mónica] I heard a shot.
It was the police. They shot a hostage.
-Really? -Yes.
[Mónica] Who got shot?
Who was it?
[moans] The hostage, who was it?
The director of the Mint.
Arturo?
The police killed Arturo?
No, he wasn't killed.
He's okay?
-Yeah. -He's alive?
-Arturo's okay? -Yes.
-Are you sure? [moans] -I'm sure. Don't worry.
-Is he okay? -They're sending doctors and equipment.
They'll operate and he'll be fine.
-Operate? -[Denver] Yeah.
-[moans] -[Moscow] Take it easy.
Tell him that I'm alive.
Arturo, he needs to know.
-[Moscow] Hey. -Tell him.
No one is telling anyone anything because you will be fine
and so will he, okay?
Let's take a look at this wound.
Relax.
He's going to think that this was his fault.
He asked me to get the phone and now he thinks that I've been killed.
[cries]
He needs to know I'm alive. Please.
[cries]
And his child too.
[soft piano music plays]
You're pregnant?
[cries]
That's great.
[hesitates] Congratulations.
[tape rips]
-Give me a pen, please. -Okay.
[tense music plays]
When?
[phones ring in background]
-Thank you. -[hangs up phone]
Ángel.
I've decided we'll go into the building.
Ángel will go in with the medical team.
Did you decide that while joyriding in the ambulance?
I'm only here to fulfill the government's wishes
and avoid a violent outcome.
Well,
passivism is new for the CNI.
You wanted to roll in tanks yesterday.
I wanted to surprise them and finish this quickly.
Now my priority is zero casualties. My advice for you, negotiate and wait.
It must really suck being here every day,
always thinking you're the best but unable to make any calls.
Like a pathetic talk show analyst.
Inspector, I'm not gonna fall for that because I know, at a certain age,
hormones take over everything,
just like my mother.
You're leaving?
I'm sure you know this has to be reported, right?
Of course.
So far, the criminals have been always two steps ahead of us.
They've planned everything except for this.
The first thing not in the plan. Let's take advantage of it.
[music swells]
[Raquel] The way in without being detected by their cameras
is through this underground tunnel.
[beeping]
It leads to the basement and was added as a ventilation shaft.
It's only seven months old and releases heat from the presses.
It's a work in progress. They probably don't even know that it exists.
I need two men to go through it.
Officer García Lobo and myself.
-We'll go in. -Good.
Deputy Inspector Rubio will go in with the doctors as a nurse.
It's 18:09.
Sync your watches. At 18:15 the team will move in.
According to the doctors, the operation shouldn't take more than 30 minutes.
They will keep operating until 19:00.
When the doctors leave, most of the kidnappers will be there watching.
At the same time, Suárez and Lobo will enter through the tunnel.
You'll go into the basement wearing red overalls and Dalí masks.
You'll blend in with the hostages.
This will only be successful if it's done like clockwork.
[Almansa] Inspector, Arturo Román's wife is here.
One moment, please.
Suárez, move out.
Protect the doctors. Be careful.
What happened? Is my husband all right?
Your husband's awake and he's stable. He was shot by mistake.
-He was shot? What do you mean "shot"? -He's hurt but he's gonna live.
It's okay, don't worry.
[cries]
The kidnappers allowed a surgical team to go in
and give him the help he needs. He'll be fine, okay?
I'm sorry, but I didn't hear a word you were saying. Sorry.
That's okay.
It's going to be all right.
-Sit down, please. -Thanks.
-You can talk to him now. -[cries] Okay.
-Put these on. Here. -Thank you.
[Raquel] Almansa, record it.
[whispers] That bullet needs to come out.
[cries and writes]
You do it, Papa.
Your hands are steadier.
Where's the medical kit we brought in? It had a scalpel.
It's with Berlin.
Fuck. It's not like we can just go and ask him for it.
[cries]
The surgeons. Go and get one from them.
-Hurry. -Okay.
Wait. Wait.
[cries] Give him this note, please.
[door opens]
[cries]
I'm gonna clean your wound, okay?
Relax. Ready?
[phone rings]
-[Professor, distorted] Yes. -I have the wife of Arturo Román.
Okay.
[breathes heavily]
[footsteps approaching]
[Berlin] Arturo.
Arturo…
What's your wife's name?
Laura.
What a nice name. You may talk to Laura.
Because wives are meant for these moments.
They're very comforting.
Nobody remembers their wife when they're at a club
getting wasted and fucking around, but…
when there's a problem,
an accident, or…
they're just afraid,
things change.
Or you're thinking of your secretary?
Yeah?
[laughs]
No.
Who has time to think about a lover who…
is about to abort your baby… or anything at all?
-Spare me your speech you-- -Listen up!
[moans and yells]
If you say anything stupid, I'll finish you
and your wife will listen to you as you die. Got it?
[Arturo screams]
[cries]
[coughs]
[struggles to breathe]
[computer beeps]
Inspector, they're using the cell phone.
We have to hack that phone,
both the selfie and the main camera.
Here, here…
-[Arturo] Hello, sweetheart. -[cries]
Arturo, are you okay?
Fine, fine. I'll be okay.
-It was a clean shot. -No image.
Nothing on either camera, ma'am. They covered them.
[Arturo] …they're bringing in doctors to operate on me.
[Laura cries] Yeah, I know.
Look, I've…
I've been thinking a lot about you and…
and everything we did wrong.
Don't think about that, not now.
Not now. Besides, it's my fault.
[soft piano music plays]
[Arturo] I know we're not okay. We haven't been for a while.
I neglected you and the kids. I've been selfish. I… [sniffles]
I promise you it'll all be better, okay?
I promise, I'll change.
For ten years, you've been saying how you wanna see your sister in Australia.
Give the kids a chance to finally travel
and see some kangaroos. [cries]
That's the first thing we'll do when I get home.
I owe you that.
I'll do that for you,
because I love you so much.
All those years I wasted chasing…
things that weren't important, like status and money.
But the only thing that matters is you.
It's always been you.
Since the day I met you.
You know, sometimes I try…
I try to remember that day.
And I wonder what the hell you saw in me, Mónica.
[music intensifies]
[gasps]
Laura.
[cries]
Just think about getting out.
Just think about that.
I love you.
I love you, Arturo.
[sobs]
Laura, are you all right?
Calm down, it's okay.
[chuckles]
You got some balls on you, Arturo. [laughs]
Your secretary's pregnant with your baby.
Laurita is waiting for you in the SUV with the kids.
You're surrounded by cash. Man, you're a legend.
[chuckles]
Berlin, the doctors are waiting outside.
If you'll excuse me.
-Everyone know their jobs? -Of course, they all know what to do.
-Are you ready? -[hostage] Yes. Yes, we are.
See? They're ready.
Mercedes.
Are you ready?
-Of course. -I want her out of here.
Rio,
take her to the office.
Nairobi.
[Nairobi] Now we all put our masks on…
and follow me. Rock 'n' roll.
[door buzzes and opens]
[tense music plays]
[Nairobi] Move forward.
["Asalto al Camión" by Iván M. Lacámara plays]
[Nairobi] Leave everything on the floor.
-Close the doors. -[door buzzes and closes]
[Nairobi] Follow us.
[Mercedes] Hands on your heads. Spread your legs.
We're going to frisk you.
[music intensifies]
Escort this gentleman out, please.
[phone rings]
Listen carefully. One of those doctors is an undercover cop.
Which one?
[Professor] The one with glasses. You know what to do.
Absolutely. We're on it.
Berlin,
this has to be handled flawlessly.
Of course.
Friends, the man with the glasses is a cop.
[chuckles]
[Professor] They'll get in.
I don't know if it will be an attack or an emergency,
or maybe a Red Cross doctor or a pizza guy, but I know
they are going to infiltrate us somehow.
And that will be our opportunity to employ a Trojan horse.
What's that?
-I don't know. Know what it sounds like? -No.
What?
-The Trojan horse-- -The "Trojan whore." [laughs]
Shut it! Pay attention smart ass.
Sorry.
[Denver] Sorry.
The Greeks were at war with the Trojans.
One day, the Trojans found a horse at the gates of the city.
It was truly enormous and made of wood.
Their vanity lead them to think the Greeks had surrendered and this was a gift.
So, the Trojans opened their gates
and pulled it inside.
They didn't know that horse was hollow
and filled with Greek soldiers.
That night, the Trojans lost the war.
And that's exactly what we're going to do.
When they're inside
and believe that they're winning the battle…
[rock music plays]
[Berlin] Place all metal objects in this bin.
Glasses.
Watches.
If you have weapons or recording devices
I urge you to place them here. We're tracing every signal.
Remove your shoes too,
please.
Now, lie face down
on the floor.
Yeah, that's it.
Like cockroaches. [laughs]
[rock music continues]
[music builds]
[Berlin] Up. Up.
Put your shoes on.
[Nairobi] Just take the glasses, you'll need those.
[Berlin] Okay.
Welcome friends. Grab your things and come with me.
Thank you.
[dramatic music plays]
[laughs]
[music builds]
[music swells and ends]
["Asalto al Camión" by Iván M. Lacámara plays] .