Wow. What an incredible coincidence.
I'm staying at this hotel.
And I have spent all day thinking about our conversation this morning.
Because maybe you got the idea that I'm a bit rude because I cut you off.
But I can explain.
If I may… I just got divorced and had promised myself--
I'd love to hear about your promise. I don't want to seem rude--
-Are you getting in? -Yes.
But I'm in a huge rush. I'm late for a concert.
How about I go with you? I can tell you about it on the way.
Come in.
Did you bring the bike?
The keys.
Where are you going?
I have things to do. An errand for Berlin.
The keys.
Where?
I'm getting the chalice back.
Which means you're going to stay here and watch the monitors.
But no one's home, idiot.
They might come back.
How do you plan on getting the chalice back?
I'll wait for the priest to leave. Start the bike.
Drive up to him. Snatch it. Ciao.
Capisci?
Which hand are you gonna snatch it with? 'Cause you have to drive, brake, clutch...
I bet that chalice is heavy too. Are you reinventing the bag snatch?
I'm going with you. End of story. Plus, I'm amazing on a bike.
How can I tell you this?
I had promised myself
I would stay away from women for a while.
Do you mind if I get changed? I brought some clothes with me.
No, of course not.
I wanted to come here to enjoy time alone and the peace and quiet of bachelorhood.
My heart needed a bit of a break.
-That sounds slightly misogynistic. -No, not at all.
I can assure you, it's more a matter of self-preservation.
But after our last encounter, I suddenly thought,
"Are you punishing yourself for having failed?"
"Are you denying yourself the chance to get to know a unique woman?"
"A special woman."
There are four billion women in the world.
The chances of meeting someone fascinating are scarce.
We can't afford to miss an opportunity.
That's why I couldn't help but run after you when I saw you.
I ran into you right in front of the ho… May I?
-Yes. -Yes?
And that's why I'm here.
Go.
Stop!
The convicts.
Now!
Fuck! He won't let go!
Grab the bag!
Run! Fuck!
Move!
Fucking move!
Roi!
Go!
Fuck!
Watch out for the table!
Shit, the table!
Roi, shut the fuck up! Shut up!
Watch out!
A wedding and a funeral, just like the movie.
A parking garage.
If we move, they'll hear our footsteps.
Not if there's something louder.
Let's meet at parking spot 123. Go that way.
Follow my lead.
-Hey! -Fuck!
-Hi. -Now what?
We hot-wire an old car and take off.
One without an anti-theft system. That one.
Ready?
-Shit! -Fucking start it!
The alarm went off and blocked the ignition.
-What now? -They're coming.
Get in the back seat! Come on.
I wasn't sure you'd fit in here.
But you got into it.
Why's that? Was it the bow tie?
I get dressed up even to go to the supermarket.
You don't look like you go to the supermarket much.
You look like you live in hotels.
Travel the world. Visit museums.
Drink wine at vineyards.
And I bet this is the first time you're drinking bottled beer.
It is.
I hate drinking from bottles that travel in crates through warehouses, trucks,
from one person to the next, and then to your lips.
But this one tastes divine.
Let's drink to that.
To tasting divine.
Are they gone?
I don't see them, but let's not wait to find out.
Let's try that car.
Fuck yeah!
Fucking go!
He has an ax! Step on it!
Watch out!
Fuck.
Shit.
Let's go.
It's been an amazing night.
A special one too.
I hope we can do it again the next time I'm in Paris.
I'll take you somewhere where you can drink from Bohemian crystal glasses.
You'd have to ask me for my number, then.
But I don't have a pen.
Sleep tight.
Are we going scuba diving?
-I thought you were Cameron. -I'm looking for her. I lent her my bike.
-She just left. -Where's my bike?
I don't know. She probably took it.
Well, see you later.
Wait. Aren't you going to tell me what those goggles are for?
They're virtual reality goggles.
That's cool. Is it a game?
No. It's a simulation.
I haven't finished programming it yet. Don't touch it.
-Careful. It's fragile. -Did you design what's on there?
-Yes. -No freaking way.
-Let me try them. -No.
I'll cuff myself to the headboard until you do.
Come on. Pretty please.
Five seconds.
This is freaking awesome.
Shit, the views are stunning.
Look at the color of the sea.
-It's Zanzibar. -Wow.
-Why am I not moving? -You're not wearing the sensors.
Fine. Hold on.
I don't get why you're a thief.
You should be working for NASA. You're a brainiac.
-What's this for? -It tracks your movement.
What?
I have to put some on your abdomen and others on your back.
Sure, go ahead.
Okay.
No. It won't stick.
That'll be the oil.
Try it now.
There we go.
-Okay. Turn around, please. -All right.
Here.
Done.
-Done? Yeah? -Yes.
Now it's working. Look, I have goosebumps.
Touch me.
Yes. Yes, your hair is standing on end.
Holy shit.
Is that girl you?
Okay, that's enough.
It's been more than five seconds.
It's you, isn't it?
It's my avatar.
You were looking in a mirror.
I'm assuming it's a glitch and that you're working on it,
but it looked to me like you could see your nipples
sticking out in that minidress.
See? You're always talking about hair and nipples. Turn around.
What did I say?
Off you go. When Cameron gets back, I'll tell her to call you. Bye.
Sorry. What I said was stupid.
I just have one question. What's it for?
It's an alternate reality.
Not everyone can go on vacation in paradise with friends they like.
I don't know. What do you like to do? Go clubbing?
I'm the king of the dance floor.
Okay, you could use it to dance at the coolest clubs.
You put on the goggles and enjoy the experience.
But it's not real. You're here, in a room.
But your brain processes it as if it were real.
You dance with people, talk with them, have a drink with them.
And the emotions you feel are real.
The world you're creating is amazing, brainiac.
You're a genius.
-I'm heading to the crypt, okay? -Okay.
When were you going to tell me?
Berlin entrusted us with a mission. We didn't have to tell you anything.
We've been calling him since last night, but he's not picking up.
The one time you go out in Paris, Roi, and you mess up.
I'm not talking about your forced entry into Polignac's home.
I mean how you grabbed the priest and dragged him for 11 yards.
Violent carjacking in the middle of a wedding.
Assaulting a convict.
Destroying several vehicles in a parking garage. Twen--
Twenty-six alarms went off.
And then you sit down to have a croissant and café au lait for breakfast
as if nothing ever happened.
We're both to blame.
But stealing the chalice wasn't easy with those bodyguard gorillas.
Great. Then let's order some eggs Benedict and relax a bit. Okay?
Monsieur!
If a miracle hadn't happened,
we'd all be in a French maximum security prison by now.
Does this look familiar?
How did you get it?
The priest came to me at midnight, with a cane, terrified.
He said he's not going to Porto or Santiago
and that we were right about security.
That some scoundrels had tried to rob him.
That he has a backache and that we can continue the excavation.
That he's taking medical leave for a week because he's in no condition to say mass.
The silver lining is that we now have seven days to dig the tunnel.
You're in charge of waking Berlin up.
Now.
How are you doing?
Good.
I needed the adrenaline rush.
You don't have to stay.
I told Berlin I'd stay until the end. That's what I'm going to do.
-Hello? -Hello.
It's Camille.
You know what? The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was laugh.
It's quite the sight to see a man in a bow tie carrying a punk rock singer
on his shoulders.
Thanks for that mental image.
You're welcome.
I'd wear my tuxedo to a stevedore strike with you.
All you'd have to do is ask.
I was on my balcony, looking at your hotel,
wondering if you're still there.
I'm still here.
How do you feel about getting breakfast?
Before I answer, I have to tell you something. I'm married.
It's been eight years.
But yesterday, I connected with you on a level that doesn't happen very often.
You mentioned four billion women.
But there are also four billion men.
And it's not easy to meet one
you want to know more about.
I don't know. A life you want to explore.
First, you say you're married. Second, you want to explore me.
I wouldn't want to misunderstand the "exploration" part.
I can explain myself better.
When's your last day in Paris?
Tomorrow.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yes! Yes, an ultimatum!
Good morning.
Roi, you just missed an epic moment.
Come here. Come. We're going to toast, Roi.
A little for you and a little more for me.
-Because we got the chalice back? -No, man. It's because of her.
Roi.
-She called me. -Polignac's wife?
Don't dwell on those minor details, Roi, for God's sake!
The important thing is that the countdown has begun.
I put her in check.
Now I just have to wait and see which piece she moves.
I bet she'll call me in less than three hours. Actually, no.
One hour or an hour and a half tops.
It's Camille.
Can I come in?
I think you'd better not.
You just told me you're married.
And if you come in, I won't let you out until after Christmas.
Camille…
I don't want a trivial affair.
I'm looking for something unique.
And that isn't compatible with being the vertex in an infidelity triangle.
What's a trivial affair?
Do you know? Because I don't.
I try to live as intensely as possible.
Some nights, I can't sleep.
I get up and go to a bar.
I have thousands of conversations, drink tequila, and dance like crazy…
And when I get home,
I go to bed happy.
Because I've experienced something I didn't plan.
Many people would just stay in bed, tossing and turning.
But the world is my oyster.
How can anyone lie there, staring at the ceiling,
when people like you
show up when you least expect it?
Anyway,
I understand your rejection.
And I like it because it says a lot about you and your integrity.
Au revoir.
I hope to see you again someday.
You did the right thing.
That lady needs to make up her mind.
Roi.
This room is full of telescopes and cameras watching her apartment.
That's why I rejected her.
Right.
I rejected her.
Camille, wait!
Your turn.
-Is something wrong? -Yes, actually.
I need to talk about it with someone of my own gender.
Tell me.
I've always had a clear idea of what I like and don't like.
When it comes to books, I like the classics and hate bestsellers.
When it comes to food, I love moussaka and hate everything fried.
I like men who are curious, well-mannered, and intelligent.
I can't stand rude men who catcall and make dirty comments.
You know, those shallow guys who take selfies
showing off their bare chests and motorcycles.
-I get your drift. -All that has gone to hell.
That uncouth, despicable, ill-mannered individual
has somehow connected with my brain, my nervous system.
-Call it instinct. -Who are we talking about?
-Bruce. -You like Bruce?
-No. -You like Bruce.
I don't like him. No way.
But the thing is…
But when I look at him, and he's all dirty and sweaty, I get hot.
I can feel my heart rate accelerating, and I get dyspnea.
Know what I mean?
The feeling that you aren't getting enough oxygen in your lungs.
Has this happened to you before?
Well, no. Not like this.
The thing is, when I close my eyes,
I see him in the catacombs, pouring water on himself.
I can see the water running down his skin.
And the anchor pendant he wears…
Every time he moves, it bangs against his chest and goes,
"Clank, clank. Clank, clank."
That image plays on a loop in my mind. Like a GIF.
"Clank, clank." As if it were calling me. "Clank, clank. Is anyone home?"
Do you see any other images like that?
His underwear.
His underwear?
One day I saw it peeking out from his pants.
The white elastic band.
The brand comes to my mind all the time.
-What brand is it? -Wolf.
Repeated over and over again on the elastic band. Wolf…
And now something unexpected has happened.
-He slapped your butt. -No, silly.
But I…
I'm addicted to his scent.
-How does that work? -Well, I smell him.
Every time he comes close to me or walks by, I smell him.
What do you smell, his cologne?
No, I don't think he uses cologne.
It's more like the scent of…
a man.
Like rough. Like pheromones. I don't know.
It's probably sweat.
It must be. But sweat's always smelled gross to me.
But now Bruce walks by, and…
I inhale.
You inhale.
-He used my towel. -Keila.
I was going to wash it, but I kept it. I don't know what I'm doing.
It's an odd urge for me. I don't know what's going on.
Girl, don't be so dramatic.
What's wrong with liking Bruce?
I don't know. For starters, he's a baby.
How old is he, 24? And I'm 36.
What do I do?
Well…
if you feel like hooking up with him, then go for it… and then forget about him.
But if you think it'll be trouble, don't. Because sex is fun, but love… not so much.
Why do you say that about love?
Well, it's a disease that hits you in stages.
Desperation to find it. Fear of losing it.
And depression when it's gone.
Know what I do when I'm driving myself crazy over something?
-What? -I dance.
What for?
Get up. We're going to party.
-Come on, Keila. Let's go. -No way.
-Yes. Come on, Kei-Kei. -I said no.
-I don't like alcohol. At all. -Yes, you do. Open up.
-Well, well. What's this? -We were just heading to bed.
Bruce!
Houston, we have a problem.
I'll take care of that.
CLASS, ELEGANCE, HORSEPOWER
-No. Take them. -Come on. Stay.
Roi!
Fine. But just one.
-One. -Come on.
Are you okay?
I kind of feel like throwing up.
Oh, Kei-Kei.
Hey! How's it going?
We made it!
The tunnel will be finished when we reach a brick wall
that will take us to our destination.
The auction house.
What's that wall?
It's the building's retaining wall.
We'll break through it to get in.
We won't walk into the vault through the armored door.
We'll go through the back.
No one will expect that.
In order to reach the back side of the vault,
we'll first enter an air chamber and service room
with pipes, distribution boards, electrical wiring, and sewer pipes.
In there, we will find a wall of concrete blocks
that guard the vault's antechamber.
We'll cut the iron joints that hold the blocks together.
But we won't remove that concrete block yet. Why, Damián?
Because inside this antechamber
are two CCTV cameras that send a signal to the security guards' monitors.
The two guards will be like they always are when there's no auction.
Bored.
One will be at the reception desk in the lobby.
The other will be in front of the vault in the basement.
This is when we'll see just how great this heist is.
We're going to open a vault when it's empty.
Isn't it a superb idea?
Our chances will be better that way.
We need to get those guards away from their monitors for three minutes.
That's the minimum amount of time I need to hack the cameras.
How are we going to do that?
With a distraction maneuver.
We need to get to know our security guard friends very well.
We'll study every move these two gentlemen make.
But, above all,
we'll study the cornerstone of any security guard's life.
What he has for dinner.
I'd like to order two family-size pepperoni pizzas.
Around 8:00, they order food from the phone at reception.
-Hello? -What will it be today?
Pepperoni.
-Pizza. -Mostly pizza.
In the service room, we'll access the landline cables,
which Keila will have already hacked.
-Hello? How can I help you? -Hi.
I'd like to order two family-size pepperoni pizzas.
-And two beers. -Perfect. What's the address?
Chez Viénot auction house.
14 Turenne Street.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Thank you.
That's when the show begins.
We'll set up a "clean area" in the service room.
We'll take off our dusty and dirty clothes in there
and change into our clean room suits.
Nobody can go into the antechamber or vault without a suit and gloves.
Any fingerprint, speck of mud, or eyelash you leave behind with your DNA on it,
and our plan will go to hell.
We'll use all that time to get ready.
But mostly…
An hour and a half?
…to piss off the security guards.
Cold food.
They've got eggplant on them. And they're cold.
The wrong order.
Why aren't they family-size?
Lemonade?
The kind of things that irritate us when we're hungry.
I'm not paying for this.
You're not?
You're going to pay me before you go back to the zoo.
Can you hear me, rat face?
If the delivery guy doesn't speak much French and is also cocky, rude,
and looks crazy…
-Quoi ? -"Quoi ? Quoi ?"
What are you, a duck?
He'll call his colleague. That's exactly what we need him to do.
Get up here. We've got a problem.
A problem? What problem?
As soon as the guard leaves his post, the second act of our show will begin.
We're ready.
We'll have exactly three minutes to get it done.
That's not much time. It's risky.
Where you see risk, I see thrill and adrenaline, dear Keila.
Okay, Alain. I'm on my way.
-Now. -Just then,
the bulldozer will remove a concrete block as if it were a puzzle piece.
And we'll enter the antechamber.
The CCTV cameras will capture your visit.
And Bruce…
Did you call the chimp to defend you?
…in his combative pizza guy role, will make sure the guards don't see you.
Hey. Don't touch me.
Do you understand me? Or should I speak to you in chimp?
Hmm? Huh?
That's a door.
Yes. That's our Achilles' heel.
If someone opens that door, we're fucked.
You can't control every single part of a heist.
Two minutes, thirty seconds.
You need to buy as much time as possible.
Push their buttons until they're fuming.
Alain.
Drop my nightstick.
While Bruce is buying time,
Keila and I will take out the CCTV cameras.
Keila, enlighten us with the technological details.
The antechamber is very safe.
The security system's hard drive is located there.
I'll hack the four cameras we need.
Reception.
What? Are you ready to pay?
Antechamber.
-Are you looking for trouble? -He's not worth it.
Stop.
Ninety seconds left.
The vault's hall.
-Stop! -Pay me, then.
And vault.
-I didn't see the cable attached to it. -You just blew all the cameras.
Hey! Are you okay?
When you finally get the punch you deserve,
you'll bite the effervescent tablet and start to foam
at the mouth like a mad beast.
-What if they call an ambulance? -Or the police?
What would they say? "We beat up a delivery guy."
"The food was cold. He's having a seizure because of a brain injury."
They'll try to resuscitate him first.
Alain! Grab a cushion! Hurry up!
One minute, 15 seconds.
It short-circuited.
Keep calm. Find a fuse and bypass it.
I don't see it. I don't see it!
The black box. Open it!
Look for the blown fuse.
One minute.
-I found it! -There are too many fuses. We have to go!
If we leave, they'll catch us. There's no signal on the monitors.
Get me a spoon!
Come on.
Open up. Come on.
Fifty seconds.
Come on.
Thirty seconds.
Come on.
Got it.
Water!
Come on.
Fifteen seconds. Hurry the fuck up.
Come on. Get up.
Great. Come on. Get up.
-Come on. -Get up.
Five seconds. You need to leave now.
Shut up, Roi!
Now!
Here's the money.
-For the pizza. -Come on.
Let's go.
You're out of time.
You have to leave.
-Go. I'll finish. -I've got it.
Once we have hacked the signal
of the monitors and have remote control, you have to leave as quickly as possible.
Get out!
That was nuts.
Let's go!
The bulldozer will put the concrete block back in its place.
If everything goes well, Keila will have control of the entire CCTV system.
And then we will be ready to launch
the second act of this wonderful magic trick.
How to open a vault with 10-inch steel walls.
And, more importantly, going unnoticed
so we can go in and out as if it were the revolving doors of a five-star hotel.
A gig worthy of David Copperfield.
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick