Where's that medical kit that we brought in? It had a scalpel.
It's with Berlin.
The surgeons. Go and get one from them.
-Hurry. -Okay.
Wait, wait.
[cries] Give him this note!
[tense music plays]
[door opens]
SATURDAY, 6:31 P.M.
[tense music continues]
HOUR 33 OF THE HEIST
[music swells and ends]
-[door opens] -[footsteps approach]
[door closes]
What?
[Alison] Sometimes I see people like you on TV.
What do you mean?
Robbers.
This really isn't your thing.
It doesn't really fit you.
Why not?
[Alison] It's the way you hold your gun.
[Alison chuckles quietly]
[Alison chuckles]
I thought you were the ambassador's daughter, not Rambo's.
Well, my dad always wanted a son.
Ever since I was five years old I've been shooting guns with him.
You've been shooting what?
-Shooting rubber ducks at the fair? -[chuckles]
I hunt deer and boars. Antelopes.
But, I think my dad wants to hunt environmentalists. [laughs]
But, I don't really like guns.
Once, in Norwich,
my dad had a friend, he was cleaning his rifle.
And it went off.
I saw it happen. Everyone was shouting.
It's kinda like…
seeing a bad car accident that you can never forget.
Blood everywhere.
All right.
It's not loaded now, okay?
Don't be scared.
[heart monitor beeping]
[doctor shushes]
What do you think?
Will I live?
[doctor] The bullet
is lodged in the collarbone.
It didn't go through any vital organs
and there is no
bone fragment.
Nobody is dying.
[Denver] Hurry up.
[Tokyo] Denver had no time for a diagnosis.
-Anesthesia. -[Tokyo] Mónica was bleeding to death.
[heart monitor continues beeping]
[Tokyo] If he didn't steal a scalpel soon… sparing her life would've been pointless.
[Berlin] What anesthesia are you using?
[doctor] In this situation, it's best to fully sedate the patient.
[Berlin] No.
Use local anesthesia.
Then my friend here will be able to chat with me during surgery. Right, Arturito?
[chuckles]
-[shouts] -[doctor shushes] Easy, easy.
[Arturo screams] Ow!
[music swells]
[heart monitor beeping]
[Denver] Why you need that clock?
To time how long the anesthesia lasts. Twenty-five minutes.
If anything goes wrong during surgery, we'll know he needs another dose.
[tense music continues]
Put the clock on the screen.
[Tokyo] The timing of the surgery was planned.
And it had to last precisely 25 minutes, just as the inspector ordered.
Enough time for the two policemen wearing Dalí masks to get inside the Mint.
Or for two policeman to die in the ventilation ducts if it went wrong.
Drop the fucking rifle.
It isn't loaded. Drop it before I get mad.
[cocks gun]
There's a bullet in the chamber.
[music builds and ends]
["My Life is Going On" by Celia 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 ♪
[heart monitor beeping over computer]
Suárez, do you copy?
The duct is clear.
We're approaching the target.
[voices speaking indistinctly over radio]
[radio static]
[tense music plays]
Turn around and put your hands above your head.
Now.
-Now? -[gasps]
And now?
What's wrong? Not so tough now, right?
Come on, bitch. Shoot me.
Come on.
Stupid bitch. On your knees.
-[doctor] Scalpel. -[Denver] Wait, wait.
I handle the weapons here.
Scalpel.
[heart monitor beeping]
[Berlin] You killed it earlier, right, Arturo?
Screwing up your wife's name. [chuckles]
But it happens.
Fornicating with Mónica in the morning,
spending the night with Laura.
You get mixed up sometimes.
I love both of them.
That's the truth.
When you look from the outside, it's easy to judge me for it.
Everybody thinks I'm a dickhead.
A real son of a bitch.
[Berlin] God forbids me from making any moral judgments.
["Asalto al Camión" by Iván M. Lacámara plays]
[beeping]
[Berlin] I understand you completely.
Mm.
With me, you can speak without reservations about anything.
I'm actually a piece of shit.
A man in love with two great women…
who doesn't have the guts to choose one of them.
[Tokyo] In the middle of that declaration of infidelity,
Denver stole the scalpel.
And the love note that Mónica had thrown to the sea, was lost.
Well, almost.
Because Nairobi, always observant,
saw it.
-Why'd you fucking do that? -I don't know, I'm sorry.
[cries]
I'm sorry.
Get down.
[cries]
[heart monitor continues beeping]
[beeps]
You're 11 meters away from the entrance.
Copy. We're proceeding.
[radio static]
-You're a fucking spoiled brat. -[cries] I'm sorry.
Shut your mouth. Don't sit here talking to me about your life
like I'm supposed to give a shit. Do you hear me?
[Alison trembles]
Begging someone who's holding you hostage to be your friend is insane.
[sobs]
[thermometer beeps]
[Mónica] You know, I'm…
Well, I'm six weeks pregnant and…
I'm more worried about its life than mine.
I wouldn't worry.
It takes more than an infection to prevent a child from being born healthy.
[laughs]
[Mónica] Can you tell me your name?
Mm… Moscow. My name is Moscow.
Well, Moscow.
Tell me,
what's it like
being a father?
A father…
Well, what do I say?
Ah, being a father is like
having a huge pile of problems
constantly being dropped on you for the rest of your life.
[Moscow laughs]
Basically, you will be worried for the rest of your life.
First, it's a small cold.
You'll find yourself going to the doctor's every week, instead going to a pub.
I don't mind that. I don't drink.
Well, you're missing out.
Because once they've finally fallen asleep
it feels so good to have a drink.
[both laugh]
[Moscow] Then there's school.
It's… It's tough.
Because, as a parent, you don't want your kid
to be the fool of the entire class.
You don't want him to be bullied.
The thing is, in my case,
my son was the actual bully.
He was always getting expelled.
I don't know how many schools he went to.
And then there was his mother, that poor thing, with her bad habits.
I mean, poor me, not her.
She left us.
In the end, you only want…
for them to be normal.
That they don't live on the streets, doing drugs
instead of going to school.
But being a father…
is great. It's really…
Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, Mónica. Don't fall asleep.
Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me, don't fall asleep baby.
Papa, Papa, Papa. What happened?
-She's fine. -Yeah?
She's got a high fever.
No, no. Stay with me. Come on, look at me. That's it.
I got everything.
[tense music builds]
[heart monitor beeping]
[Raquel] Five minutes before the doctors leave.
Copy that.
[beeping]
[doctor] I've got it.
[Arturo grunts and breathes heavily]
[bullet clinks]
Thank you.
[Berlin] You stitch him up.
Who, me?
[Berlin] Yeah, you. You're a nurse, aren't you?
[sighs]
Yeah, yeah.
[Berlin] Then do it.
[Denver] It's local anesthesia.
We'll give it to you and in a little bit it won't hurt.
-Okay. -[breathes deeply]
[inhales deeply]
[slow music plays]
[Moscow] Yeah, I'll do it.
-Just check on her pulse. -Okay.
Okay, here we go.
-There. Easy, easy. -[moans]
Do you know what I'm gonna do when we get out of here?
-[gasps] -[Denver] I'm gonna study online courses.
[laughs]
You've never studied.
[Denver] I'm not saying I'll study medicine. But yeah.
I wanna get an education. You know?
This one will hurt a little more. Okay?
Hey, hey, hey. Yeah.
[Denver] Ah.
All done now.
-You're done. -[Moscow] Done.
Now, in five minutes it'll start working.
And we'll go in for it, okay?
Okay.
[music swells and ends]
[tense music plays]
[beeping]
You're two meters from the entrance.
I can see the target.
[radio static]
[heart monitor beeping]
Hold on.
I don't feel good. I think I'm gonna be sick.
[Berlin] Are you a nurse or a ballerina? What's going on?
I'm a nurse. But I'm not used to being surrounded by guns.
[doctor] That's enough. I'll stitch him up.
But I need silence in here.
Please.
[Berlin] Fine, fine. Let's go.
[doctor] Clamp.
[doctor breathes deeply]
[footsteps approaching]
-[Helsinki] Professor wants to talk. -[Berlin] Very well.
Take the nurse to the bathroom to vomit.
If he doesn't, put his head in the toilet until he does.
Okay? Until he does.
-[Arturo grunts] -Goodbye, Arturo.
[Helsinki] Go.
Come on, walk.
[music swells]
They're entering with encrypted frequency, but I don't know where.
Copy. Activating plan B.
Activate it and get the surgeons out now.
[tense music plays]
[Mónica] My love, be strong. I'm fine. I love you, Mónica.
[music builds and ends]
[heart monitor beeping]
[music swells]
[Tokyo] Deputy Inspector Ángel realized in that moment
that they had lost another battle.
Those sinister masks meant they had thrown two men into the lion's den.
It also meant that the mastermind behind this heist
was smarter and more imaginative than the police,
National Intelligence and the Intervention Unit.
And when someone's beat you like that, you have no choice but to run.
We have to leave now.
Miss, we're done with everything here. Is it okay for us to go now?
-[Nairobi] Yes. -Yes?
[Nairobi] Just relax.
Follow me.
[tense music plays]
[Berlin] Doctor. Doctor.
One moment.
One minute and 30 seconds.
[radio static]
It's a frequency blocker.
Suárez, do you copy?
They're using frequency inhibitors.
We may lose communication.
[crackles over radio] Suárez, do you copy? Suárez, do you copy?
Inhibitors. We're losing communication.
Suárez?
[Berlin] How did the surgery go?
[doctor] Fine, but we'll have to return in 24 hours.
[Berlin] Mm.
Thanks for your interest in helping but we have people here prepared for this.
Ah, my friend, the nurse.
Are you better now?
-Yeah. Yeah, fine. -[Berlin] I'm glad.
I'm sorry I can't see you out, but you're in good hands. Farewell.
-[doctor] Goodbye. -[Ángel] Goodbye.
[tense music plays]
[Berlin] Give our regards to the outside.
[music builds and ends]
Did you tell Arturo I'm okay?
[Denver] What?
[Mónica] Did you tell Arturo I'm alive?
-[Denver] Yeah. -[Mónica] Yeah?
[Denver] No, I didn't--
-You didn't? -He… He got your note.
[music swells]
What did he say?
Shit.
He went crazy. He was happy about it.
-[Mónica] Yeah? -[Denver] Um…
He said that he loves you a lot.
What else?
He said that, um… that when you two get out,
you'll go to Australia.
[laughs]
Australia?
[Denver] Yeah.
I can't see it.
He was also talking about how he doesn't deserves you. [laughs]
-[Mónica] Australia. -Yeah, Australia.
That's his wife's dream vacation.
And Arturo knows I'm afraid of flying.
She came here, right?
Was his wife here?
[slow tense music plays]
Was Laura here?
-[Denver] No. -Yes.
They talked on the phone.
[door opens]
[metal clinking]
[music intensifies]
-Suárez. -Command post, do you copy?
-[radio static] -[Suárez] Command post, do you hear me?
[radio static]
[mouths words]
-Fuck. -Inspector, the surgeons are coming out.
[tense music builds]
Just keep moving. [panting]
Everyone keep moving.
Okay.
Run now. Run now. Run. Run now!
Come on, come on.
Why is Ángel running? Something's wrong.
[tense music continues]
Abort! They changed their masks. They're wearing new ones.
It's a suicide mission.
[Raquel] What?
Hold off, do not go in there!
-Suárez, do you copy? -[beeps]
Target has been reached.
Removing vent and then we'll proceed.
What's all this?
A bullet… She was shot in the leg.
Oh, no. No, no, no, Moscow!
What the hell are you doing? You're making a huge mess…
[Tokyo] Then, something unexpected happened.
Nairobi decided to take action and help.
Here. Come on.
[Tokyo] Instead of ratting them out, she saved Mónica's life…
I need some fresh air.
[Tokyo] …or her leg at least.
Jesus, is this all we have?
[Tokyo] She didn't come here to kill anyone.
All right, come on.
[Tokyo] And as I said before,
she wasn't going to let anything ruin the Professor's plan.
[tense music plays]
Suárez, do you copy?
They switched their masks!
-[radio static] -There's interference.
Command post, I can't hear you.
They're not wearing Dalí masks.
It's fucking suicide.
-Abort entry… I-- -[radio static]
[Raquel] It's a trap.
They've switched masks. They're not wearing Dalí masks.
Suárez, do you copy?
Abort entry.
-[Suárez] Aborting. -Fuck.
Aborting.
[beeping]
[line rings]
[Professor] Berlin.
Everyone can relax.
Plan B has gone as expected. They're withdrawing.
[music builds and ends]
[Tokyo] Hidden behind a metallic voice with cameras and negotiation strategies,
the Professor was in his element.
Everything else in his life felt alien to him.
He had two different sides, like Clark Kent and Superman.
Maybe because he spent his entire childhood alone,
bedridden in a hospital in San Sebastián,
talking only to old nurses
and reading books.
[jazz version of "My Life Is Going On" by Celia Krull plays]
[Tokyo] He wasn't normal. He wasn't social.
And he wasn't a womanizer.
[Tokyo] Can I sit here?
Of course.
[Tokyo] So I loved making him nervous.
♪ That's all I want ♪
What do you do when you're not planning a heist?
You mean… in my free time?
-You go dancing or…? -No, never. I… I have two left feet.
You got a girlfriend?
Wife?
We don't share personal information.
Are you a virgin?
-I've had relationships. -[Tokyo laughs]
Plenty.
Okay, not a lot or long lasting,
but I've… had some.
Occasionally.
By "occasionally" I don't mean hookers, don't misinterpret.
Good, so then you're gay.
Dear God, no.
Believe me, I'm not in the closet or anything like that.
[Nairobi shouts in distance] No, no, no!
[people shouting indistinctly in distance]
There's a lot of things people find sexy.
Dancing, muscles, blond hair.
French accents.
[people shouting indistinctly in distance]
Do you know what's sexy to me?
Intelligence.
When someone smart talks to me I practically drool.
It doesn't matter if they're tall, short, ugly or hot.
I get so horny talking about things I don't know.
[people shouting indistinctly in distance]
Well, that's a peculiarity that's found in the dictionary known as "sapiophilia."
[Nairobi shouts indistinctly in distance]
[laughs]
-[Helsinki in background] Goal! -[Nairobi in background] Penalty!
You know everything, huh?
Please excuse me, I'm gonna go watch the kick.
[Nairobi shouts indistinctly]
One thing.
[Nairobi shouts indistinctly in distance]
[Tokyo] How'd you come up with the heist?
[Professor] It wasn't my idea.
Whose idea was it?
The idea was not mine.
Well I think sapiophilia sounds like fucking a frog.
[music swells and fades]
["Stay By My Side" by Stephane Huguenin plays on turntable]
[radios beep]
♪ You say I'm the only one you need ♪
What were they fucking wearing?
[Ángel] I don't know.
Their mouths were hanging open in pain.
I've seen that before. It looks like Munch. That's it.
Munch.
The expressionist painter.
♪ And stay by my side forever ♪
♪ One day ♪
[Raquel] Dalí. Munch. Who will be next?
I'm thrilled you're asking that question, Inspector.
If you had to change, what painter would you use?
Um… I don't know. Picasso. And you?
Goya.
Velázquez.
Velázquez… mm.
Da Vinci.
-The one with the beard. -I like that. One with the beard.
Andy Warhol.
The soup guy.
[Raquel] Andy Warhol, Ángel?
Yeah, Andy Warhol. He painted Marilyn.
He's a painter…
who is famous.
-You know, he was iconic… -[everyone laughs]
…with the white hair and the glasses. He's a filmmaker.
Ángel, you're full of surprises.
Full of surprises like the microphone in his glasses.
They could change masks daily for a month.
We'll never be able to anticipate their next move.
Uh-huh, but that isn't the crux of the matter Inspector and you know that.
[Raquel] But that doesn't matter.
What matters is how they knew we were going in.
Mm-hmm.
Just how long did it take them to study every move we'd make?
To be honest, half my life.
How long are they planning on being inside?
Not long. Just nine more days. Ten, eleven at the most.
We're playing a fucking game of chess against them and we're losing.
I do have a Trojan horse. It will be very difficult for you to win.
Let's take a moment to think about this.
Let's go over everything
from the start.
[music ends and turntable stops]
All of us know this started a while ago.
We know the criminals have been inside before.
We have the images of Cortés and Oliveira entering the museum.
Did they go alone?
Was it their first visit or their last?
How many other visits were there?
Did they speak to anyone? A gesture, a glance.
And above all, did they leave any fucking evidence?
I want to you review the footage and security cameras again.
Study them second by second.
Everybody else, go get some rest.
Some of you haven't slept in over 30 hours.
Suárez,
call me if you need me.
You're in charge.
[man over radio] Altercation in Marcelo Usera. Any units nearby?
Please everyone, leave channel eight open for hostage crisis.
Nobody use channel eight. Thank you!
Hey, listen, wanna grab a drink before going home?
[sighs] Between eating and sleeping I'd usually choose the first one, but…
I'm exhausted.
I'm sorry. Thank you.
[Tokyo] Have you ever thought that if you could go back in time
you wouldn't make the same decisions?
We all make bad decisions and some of them snowball.
They become massive.
Like the boulder in Indiana Jones,
chasing you downhill only to crush you.
[tense music plays]
[Rio] Here.
[Tokyo] All the decisions we make in the past
inevitably lead us into the future.
Rio would understand that
as soon as he turned on the only TV we left in the Mint.
It was there in case we lost communication with the Professor.
Turn it on. I wanna see if there's anything on the news about us.
It's gotta be huge.
[reporter 1 on TV] The number of robbers that have entered the building is unknown.
[reporter 2 speaks in Spanish]
-Can you believe this? We're everywhere. -[Rio and Tokyo laugh]
[reporter 3] The largest heist in history is taking place in Madrid.
Oh man, no way! Not even the Americans have done this.
This is "Made in Spain"! We've officially left our mark.
[Rio] Shit, my parents!
He was odd for a teenager.
INTERVIEW WITH ONE OF THE KIDNAPPERS' PARENTS
-[mother] Shy. -[father] Very shy.
Our son was always locked inside of his room but…
we just thought he was playing video games.
We didn't think of him as any sort of criminal.
[mother cries]
[father] And then we see him on TV, firing a gun.
He's keeping all those hostages.
[mother breathes heavily]
As if he was some terrorist.
Paco.
[father cries] He isn't your son anymore.
[mother] He's just a boy.
For me, it's as if my son was dead.
Paco!
[reporter 4] We just heard the shocking statement
of the heartbroken parents of one of the robbers…
The Professor said not to listen to anything on the news.
[Tokyo] But he also said he wanted a clean heist.
Without blood. Without violence.
[sad music plays]
[dramatic music plays]
[music builds and fades]
[crickets chirp in distance]
[phone buzzing]
[sighs]
Ángel, what's up?
[Ángel] Hey, Raquel.
Were you sleeping?
No, no, no. What's wrong?
No, no, no. Nothing's wrong. Relax.
Listen,
I was thinking about something. Do you have a minute?
Leave her alone, man. She's tired.
Yes, of course. Sure.
Sorry to be so direct, but… What was the thing with Andy Warhol?
-I'm sorry? -[Ángel] About being full of surprises?
What was that? I'm not allowed to like museums or modern painters?
I can't like something other than Atleti?
Yes, of course you can.
I was, just… taken by surprise. I didn't know.
Just like I didn't know you were fan of Atleti.
But that fits me, right?
-Well, yeah. -[sighs] Well, yeah.
Listen, Ángel…
I'm so tired. Talk tomorrow?
In the café I saw you holding hands with that guy.
Would you sleep with him?
Tell me. I want to know.
Ángel, what is this about?
Would you sleep with him, Raquel? Yes or no?
Answer me.
[suspenseful music plays]
-Why not? Yes, I would. -[gasps]
[Raquel] I'm a free 40-year-old woman.
Getting laid would be good for me.
Because I'd have something different to think about.
So what? What's wrong with that?
So what?
[sighs]
I get it.
You'd give a chance to just about anybody.
[sighs]
Ángel.
What happened between us in Cercedilla is over now.
That was eight years ago.
Listen, I ended it because we work together.
And we're friends, Raquel.
We're friends.
And you have a wife.
I'm married because you said it couldn't work between colleagues.
Then you went ahead and married a colleague of ours.
You've never been able to see me… as a real man.
To you, I'm just some loser who wouldn't even know Andy Warhol.
If you just saw me like a man for once, Raquel,
it would take me less than ten minutes to leave Carmen.
Forgive me, Raquel. I'm sorry.
I don't know what I'm saying.
This job… I think it's making me crazy.
Yeah, that's very true.
All of us.
Ángel, it's late. Go to bed.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night, Raquel.
[Raquel] Good night.
[phone beeps]
[soft piano music plays]
[sighs]
[Maribi] Who were you talking to?
I can't believe you were spying on me.
I couldn't help but overhear you.
-Forget all about it. Go to bed. -It's too late. I can't sleep now.
Tell me.
What's going on? What is it?
Two men like you, right?
Nobody likes me. It's just Ángel, someone I work with.
But… But you were making him jealous with the other man at the bar, right?
-Isn't that it? -[sighs and laughs]
Come on. I wasn't trying to do that. [laughs]
Well, don't close any doors.
Now that you're single, you can play the field.
-"Play the field"? Yeah, right. -Sure!
Darling,
in the end, love is what… [clicks tongue]
…shows us life in different colors.
Lately, you only see the dark side of things.
So maybe you're not over…
All right, Mom. Come on.
What am I not over? What am I not over?
You also think I pressed false charges, huh?
You think I'm bitter because my ex is hooking up with my sister
and I wanna fuck them over.
Your husband is involved with your sister?
[grave music plays]
Mom, what are you saying?
[soft piano music plays]
-[Raquel] What? -Oh, nothing.
It's just, uh… I was trying to calm you down. Well…
Well, that man slept with two sisters like in the movies, the erotic ones.
[laughs]
Mom, are you okay?
[Maribi hesitates]
How… How's the heist going, honey?
Bad. Bad. Bad.
We're sitting all day
at a complete dead end and that's it.
[hesitates] Why are you sitting around?
You have to start chasing!
'Cause that's how catch bad guys.
I'm sure you know that.
[kisses]
Good night, darling.
[Berlin chuckles]
[tense music swells and ends]
[Berlin chuckles]
What a nice surprise.
[suspenseful music plays]
You should come here more often.
[sighs]
You've got yourself a cute little office.
-Don't you have two already? -I like offices.
Mm.
[Berlin] I've always…
wanted to have one with a mahogany desk.
But crime and offices don't mix.
-[Tokyo] It's hot, isn't it? -[zipper opens]
[exhales]
You put on a bulletproof vest to come by and visit me.
[both chuckle]
I would've preferred a corset. Maybe Venetian.
[sighs]
Well,
I haven't figured out where you stand.
What do you want, Tokyo?
I've come here…
for a favor.
Call the Professor…
tell him what you did.
You murdered a hostage.
Naughty boy.
[chuckles quietly]
Do you know why it matters?
The Professor's my guardian angel.
And if you don't tell him,
I'll have to do it.
You?
-Mm-hmm. -[Berlin] Hmm.
You wanna be a traitor?
A little snitch? A disgusting rat? [chuckles]
I'm a gentleman, that's something I cannot permit.
[phone ringing]
Yes.
I've broken the first rule of the plan.
[dramatic music plays]
I killed a hostage.
Well, not me. It was Denver. He killed her.
But he was only following orders that I had given him.
And I've chosen to tell you personally.
[pants and trembles]
It was the only red line.
You've ruined everything.
-[Berlin] I understand your shock. -[Professor] You've ruined everything.
[Berlin] That woman had a cell phone between her legs.
Maybe she wanted to just call up her favorite cousin Chelito
and tell her all about how she was fucking the general manager,
but I think she was gonna call the police.
[grunts]
There will be no more phones.
-You can be sure of that. -Who was she?
Mónica Gaztambide.
[knocking over phone]
[Berlin] Will you punish me?
I believe you should.
I know you're an idealist.
You think they'll hand over the cash if we ask politely.
You wanna be the good guy
even though you're armed with enough explosives to blow this place to hell.
But no more games.
You will have to punish me.
Because if you don't have the guts, this won't end well.
I've said this many times over the years.
It's not me that has a problem. It's you.
[music swells]
[Berlin] You'll need to punish me to show that you're a true leader.
Someone who can firmly hold the wheel.
The group needs to know you're someone who delivers.
You don't seem like you want to talk about this.
Nobody knows about this woman, so everything will continue on as planned.
They'll ask for proof of life in less than 48 hours.
[hangs up phone]
[tense music builds and ends]
["Asalto al Camión" by Iván M. Lacámara plays] s.