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.
What will happen once you have control of the cameras?
I'll record footage of the empty vault and antechamber
so we can play them on a loop when we need them.
Wow. That's a huge bottle of French champagne.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Do you like champagne, Bruce?
Yes. I don't drink it every day. But I like it.
Take that bottle and pour yourself a glass.
No. Some other time.
No.
We've already interrupted Keila, so I beg that you accept my invitation.
Let's not prolong this situation. Open it.
No. Savor it.
Can you feel those citrus pearls bursting in your mouth?
-Yes. I can feel the pearls. -Yes. That's it.
No.
You see, champagne is a sparkling wine.
Once the bottle is opened, it starts to lose its essence.
You're going to finish the bottle. Please.
Should we get back to the plan, or would you like something else?
I'm fine now.
Eat this, or you'll get tipsy.
It's easy to confuse this with elementary school, right?
There, you can stand up, throw some chalk, open the fridge…
But if this feels like school, it's because we're studying a plan.
Although there's one really important yet nuanced difference.
If someone screws up, if you screw up,
you won't be punished with laps around the schoolyard.
You'll go straight to jail.
Sixteen years here in France.
Anyone who doesn't learn this plan is putting all of our lives in danger.
To quote someone brilliant who helps me plan some of my heists,
"A robbery is not a plan but a syllabus."
Why isn't that person here with us?
He's planning his own heist.
It'll be fantastic.
He's spent half of his life planning it.
But you're right.
You're wondering why I haven't recruited robbers with 20 years of experience
and have instead chosen all of you.
There are two reasons.
The first is that a heist only needs one brain,
and it's Damián's.
The second is that professionals care more about their egos than the excitement.
In this heist, the ego is mine.
And the excitement is yours.
It is terribly sad to work with people who aren't excited.
Whereas all of you are still wonderfully malleable.
You can learn what I want you to be.
You can internalize my code.
For example, Bruce, you'll never interrupt a class ever again.
-Will you? -No, sir.
And the third and most important reason is
because when you are surrounded by young, excited people, you become young again.
Right, Damián?
Enthusiasm, freshness, beauty.
All the things that make life worth living.
That's why I plan in the suite of a superior five-star hotel.
Not in a hangar or an apartment in the suburbs
like those crooks who hide away like rats and dress in dark colors.
If we're riddled with bullets at the doors of that auction house,
we'll leave five beautiful corpses behind…
and Damián's.
Thanks for the compliment.
Now, unless someone else would like to interrupt…
You may proceed, Keila.
What will happen when you take control of the auction house cameras?
I'll record footage of the empty vault and antechamber.
I'll play them on a loop when we need them.
Recording.
I can send that footage of the empty rooms to the security guards' monitors.
What if Monsieur Polignac enters the vault to store some auction jewels?
We let the cameras record it in real time.
What if it's us who enter to steal it?
Then I play the recording, and the guards will see an empty vault.
Initiating loop.
Pre-recorded or live broadcast?
You think this is real, but we've hit restart.
Meanwhile, a bunch of dishonest people take your concrete apart.
I'm a poet.
Once we're in the antechamber,
we'll cut the vault's back wall along the joints that hold the metal together.
A clean cut that will remove a seven-ton steel slab.
How will we cut that slab?
With the most accurate system ever.
Thermal lances would leave a trail of prints.
Imagine a wire that cuts as precisely as a diamond
with a double-power motor.
We'll cut the steel at a speed of 130 feet per second.
That will be our system.
Connect the steel to the crane.
Then we'll attach some hooks so a crane can lift it 20 inches.
-Where will the crane be? -Right above the vault.
The structure will hide two pulleys that we'll embed there.
The crane will lift our steel slab as if it were a garage door
with a remote control, leaving us just enough room
to get in.
Vault loop activated.
Yes! Amazing!
Amazing!
Keila, tell Berlin we're in.
Berlin, Damián wants us to tell you we're inside the vault.
We did it.
We're inside the damn vault.
Hey, tell Damián he's a genius.
He'll win this year's Oscar for best robber.
Damián, Berlin told me to tell you you're a genius
and that you'll win this year's Oscar for best robber.
All of you will win this year's best criminal gang.
He says we'll win the award for best criminal gang.
Let's not forget about you, brainiac.
You're a genius.
How is the vault looking?
Empty, as expected.
When the last jewel arrives, we'll roll out a red carpet to walk in on.
But that's still a few days away.
In the meantime, let's enjoy Paris.
How was your day, mon amour?
Be honest.
Did you think of me?
Honestly, I did.
I thought I'd like to do something I've never done before.
I don't know. Something crazy.
Like what?
Make love in the bathroom of a three-star Michelin restaurant.
I bet nobody's done something like that in this restaurant.
It would be our legacy.
For the rest of our lives, we'll be the first ones to have done it.
What do you think?
Whoops.
Now you can look me in the eyes, knowing I'm wearing nothing.
I must admit you got me all worked up.
I'll wait for you in the ladies' room.
Don't be long.
My husband… just walked in.
What should I do?
Get up and say hello.
Tell him I'm an asshole art dealer. You can't stand me. You want to leave.
Tell him I'm a rude snob. I'll nail the role.
Don't think twice. Go.
Monsieur Martínez, this is my husband, Monsieur Polignac.
It's such a coincidence we're all here.
-Nice to meet you. -He's a Spanish art dealer.
I told you I was having lunch with him today. Remember?
Do you mind if he sits with us?
Is there a problem?
Do you find me unbearable? Don't you enjoy talking to me?
Or maybe it's even worse.
Maybe you're so self-centered that, because I'm nice and polite,
you think I'm courting you.
I don't understand your tone or what you're implying.
It's simple, young lady.
You didn't need to call someone to rescue you. I'll leave.
I'm a reputable art dealer.
I just wanted to do business with you, not have you unzip my pants.
Cool it, macho man.
You're way out of line.
This is a public place where kind words can be exchanged.
She deserves your respect.
Did you hear me?
Loud and clear.
Enjoy your table talk.
What have I done?
I was so getting nervous.
My temples were throbbing. I could feel my jaw clenching…
I couldn't stop thinking, "My undies are going to fly through the air."
I'm going crazy.
I feel guilty for cheating on him.
But at the same time, I'm so excited.
Let's leave Paris.
Go to a castle, a spa, anywhere.
For the weekend.
Just the two of us.
As if the rest of the world didn't exist.
-Just like that? No clothes or anything? -My love.
We're in Paris, the city of the prêt-à-porter.
Besides, I think you need some underwear.
Give me that.
What would I tell my husband?
We had talked about spending a few days at our cottage in Chantilly.
Tell him you have to go on an urgent business trip.
You don't even have time to stop by the house.
Do you remember when I told you I couldn't sleep because…
I was afraid I'd miss something wonderful?
I don't feel like that anymore.
Now I feel like…
I'm experiencing everything I've ever wanted and more.
And it's with you.
There are eight billion people in the world.
But here we are. You and me.
Cheers!
I came here for the first time years ago, with my wife, in a Dyane 6.
We've been Frenchified ever since.
A baguette every day, a croissant for breakfast,
and, when we can afford it, Burgundy wine.
-Moulin Rouge… -Can I try?
-Ratatouille… -Petit pois…
-"Petits pois." -Yes.
Can I get an advance on the heist?
-What for? -For these four days.
There's a trés cool electronic music festival in New Orleans.
-I'd love to go and party hard. -To New Orleans?
Do you know where New Orleans is?
I don't care if it's an hour by bus or 20 by plane
if it's for a good cause.
-What's the good cause? -To have fun.
Absurd adventures with an unknown ending.
Come with me. Paris. New Orleans.
It sounds good.
No. I prefer to know how my adventures will end.
You're boring.
If we don't go to New Orleans, then we'll celebrate in Paris.
Let's celebrate with champagne.
Yes. Champagne.
I don't like champagne that much.
Sorry, dude.
It's super good.
It's my wife.
You're all Sorbonne students. Don't speak Spanish.
-Hi, hon. How are you? -Hi, Damián.
You caught me having a drink with some students
on a rooftop in Paris.
It's so Bohemian. These are my students.
-Salut! -Hello. Bonjour!
What a brownnoser. She said my lectures are fabulous.
Why do you speak French so well?
I lived here for a few months when I was little.
So cool.
Paris is beautiful right now.
It's as romantic as always.
When I finish the post-graduate course, how would you feel about meeting me there?
Just like 20 years ago.
We kissed on the top floor of the Eiffel Tower.
You felt your fear of heights up there.
Well, it was worth it.
I've been thinking.
This wasn't an easy decision for me to make,
but I think it'd be best if we separated.
Damián, can you hear me? Are you okay?
Yes. Yes.
It's okay that you think that. I…
I think that too sometimes, that…
that it'd be good if we gave each other some space,
get some perspective, and come back stronger.
And more eager, right? Like starting over.
Damián, we've been giving each other space for far too long.
Your courses around the world. Your seminars.
Your charity work with NGOs.
I'm talking about something final.
Sorry. Maybe I'm not taking the news well.
You've always said I was the love of your life and…
And you're mine. We said that to each other four or five months ago.
You may be the love of my life, but…
that doesn't mean we'll be together forever.
But…
If I'm the love of your life, splitting up doesn't make sense, hon.
Please don't call me "hon."
Okay, Carmen. Sorry. It's a force of habit.
Don't call me for a while, okay?
Paris brings back so many memories.
We're going out. Are you coming?
Do you want me to end up taking shots,
and dancing with undergraduate students at Coyote Ugly?
No, thanks. I'll watch the monitors.
I'm staying too. I'll keep you company while you watch.
-Seriously? -Seriously?
Yes.
-Keila? -Yes.
-"Yes" to what? -Yes, I'm in. Let's go.
Let's go out and party, then!
Yes, in a week.
The bike rental place won't stop calling.
Tell me where you parked it.
Dude, forget about the bike.
They call me every day. Don't you get it?
They threatened to give my passport to the police.
Bruce, you're about to steal 44 million in jewels.
You used a fake passport to rent it.
But with his picture.
If he has a record, the police could catch him
using facial recognition technology.
Tell me where the fuck the damn bike is.
You saw the champagne thing.
What will Berlin do when he finds out the police are looking for my face?
It's a fucking loose end.
We're fucked, then.
The priest's ex-convicts have it.
Excuse me?
I got us some pizza.
No anchovies. And a bottle of Burgundy. I know you like it.
Okay.
You haven't eaten since you talked to your wife.
-Did you argue? -Something like that.
She left me, to be exact.
Welcome to the club.
Don't think about it too much.
All relationships end.
A relationship is like a handful of good moments
within a big disaster.
Like the Titanic.
What about the Titanic?
The Titanic. That's love.
You start off dancing at the banquets.
And suddenly you're in the Mariana Trench.
There's just one plank to save your life.
One of you will cling to it, freezing,
while the other sinks to the bottom of the ocean.
Dinner. Romance. Screwing in the car.
A hand on the steamy glass.
Those are good moments within a big disaster.
You sound like a 50-year-old divorcée with two hernias.
Did he hurt you that badly?
Just a little.
I guess that's what I got out of it. Pain in exchange for wisdom.
And knowing that, if you survived the Titanic, you don't have to go back.
No. That's not wisdom. That's giving up.
I won't give up.
I'm going to go back to Spain
and remind her why I'm the love of her life.
I have just one piece of advice.
Make sure she's alone when you walk through the door.
What are you insinuating?
Listen, Damián.
No matter how good your relationship was, it has faded.
Your wife has moved on.
She needed to stop the guilt to be able to enjoy her new love.
That's why she left you over the phone.
I hope I'm wrong.
But if I'm not, like I said, welcome to the club.
Keep watching and eat the pizza. I need to think.
I love this place.
I feel at peace here.
There are so many places in Paris I'd like to show you.
Some Japanese gardens
where you can get lost and forget about the world.
And the Barbès market,
where the farmers sell really good wine.
And artisanal cheese. Do you like cheese?
I'd kill for cheese.
Sometimes they even bring their sheep.
Oh. And there's this café. An old café.
Their coffee tastes divine.
It's so beautiful.
It has antique chairs and a nickel countertop.
I love those places.
Every time I'm in Madrid, I go back to the same place,
the Buenos Aires café.
"House-roasted brasileiro coffee beans."
Simón, do you think you could stay for a few more days?
I could stay forever.
I can leave it all behind.
My house, my job, my friends…
Who needs all that when I could have a life with you in Paris?
Are you serious?
Absolutely.
I'd love that.
It's François.
Do you mind?
No, of course not.
François?
Camille, are you traveling alone?
You left your email open on your laptop.
I've had an extremely stressful day receiving the lots
of auction jewels and…
I just popped by our place to get changed and found your laptop on.
I read your love letters.
How he makes you feel things you haven't felt in years.
The songs you send him, which are the same songs we listen to.
From what I can see, you stroll through the same places we do.
And then I read his name, "Mr. Martínez, art expert."
He's the Spaniard from the restaurant.
François.
I can explain. Okay?
He read our messages.
He saw it all.
I have to talk to him.
Would you mind leaving me alone for a bit?
Of course not. Let me know when you want me to come back.
Macho man!
Who's the macho man now?
Let's see who's out of line now.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Hello. Would you like to play cards?
I'd love to play with you,
but I'm too worked up with love.
And I feel like running.
Then run.
-Run, young man! -Goodbye!
Goodbye!
What a nice young man.
Come in. It's a nonsmoking room. I picked up smoking again.
You were right.
My wife's having an affair.
There were a few things I missed.
She went to Seville for Holy Week.
She said she was going to watch the processions with a girlfriend.
But look, she's all made up, as if she were going to the opera.
I think her hair is a few tones blonder.
This picture with her friend isn't a selfie.
What does that mean? Someone else was there with them.
During the summer, she visited her mom at the beach house.
Carmen has always worn a one-piece.
Five years ago, four, three…
I wasn't there this summer, and she wore a bikini,
sarongs, and even a freaking flower behind her right ear.
Who dresses up like a Hawaiian to play cribbage with their mom?
That week she forgot to send me a goodnight text twice.
You're probably thinking, "He's nuts." But we've done that for 20 years.
For the last year, she's posted everything she does on Facebook,
and someone called "jackal70"
likes every single one of her posts.
Like…
One day, on one photo, a fire emoji.
User jackal70 posts a fire emoji.
And look at this. We've got a family phone plan.
Over the last ten months, a new number continuously comes up.
I thought it was one of her relatives. She has a ton of them.
But this one thing got me thinking.
She calls that number when I'm away.
From January to March and July to September, she didn't call.
But on October 13th at 8:16 p.m.,
she had a 47-minute conversation with that number.
It wouldn't be weird, except I was boarding a flight to Paris at 8:00 p.m.
She dropped me off at the airport.
She dropped me like a hot potato and called that damn number.
And here's the conclusive evidence.
That night, I got a text notifying me
about a 178-euro credit card charge.
I looked it up online.
It's a restaurant.
"The Jackal's Flower."
Jackal. Again.
Do you know what "jackal" means in Mexico?
"A rough man with a high sexual drive."
Who spends 178 euros at a Mexican restaurant?
There had to be tequila and a big jackal there!
That's enough.
-Why are you here? -The jewels are here.
-What day is today? -Monday.
But that's not the most important part.
The jewels are being appraised tomorrow.
On Wednesday there's a press conference.
We didn't plan for that.
The day after that is the auction.
We need to steal them today. Tonight.
Where's Berlin?
Roi.
I've got wonderful news, Roi.
She wants me to stay in Paris.
Her husband found out about us.
She was still sticky from lovemaking when he called.
Are you talking about Mr. Polignac from the auction house?
Forget about the auction.
I'm talking about personal stuff. Forget the professional stuff!
That guy just read our love letters.
All I have to do now is open my arms and wait for him to push her towards me.
I might extend my weekend getaway, Roi.
You can't.
We need to steal the jewels today.
Why today?
The last jewel has arrived, Elena of Savoy's diamond tiara.
The jewels will be appraised tomorrow.
Then there's a photo shoot with the press.
We have to steal them tonight.
I need to let you go. But I'll be there.
I'm sorry, my love.
No. I'm the one who's sorry. How are you feeling?
I'm very sad for him.
I put myself in his shoes and…
Poor guy.
He was shocked.
It was painful for both of us.
May I ask what…
What did you tell him?
Everything.
That we strolled along the banks of the Seine.
That we cruised the streets on our Vespa, kissing at every stoplight.
That you make the best margaritas in all of Paris.
That we don't sleep.
That we spend all night making love.
And what did he say?
He would've done the same thing.
That when love sweeps you off your feet,
there's nothing you can do.
And if that's how I feel, I should experience it.
And what's that supposed to mean?
I don't know. I guess…
he meant that he won't get in our way.
He's such a good person.
He said he wants to meet you.
François wants to meet me?
Yes, François.
Now that he knows you're the man from the restaurant,
he feels bad he called you a "macho man," and… he wants to apologize.
Wow.
François is so understanding.
Not everyone would accept their wife leaving them for another man like that.
Come here.
My love,
it's not about choosing.
Sorry if I misled you. But…
I wasn't thinking of leaving François.
We've been together for eight years. He's my travel companion.
To be honest, you did mislead me.
Where do I stand in all this? I don't get it.
You are my fascination.
My infatuation.
The fireworks that you feel at the beginning.
I also felt all of that with him. And then our love became solid.
I don't think I can give that up.
Do you know what he just said?
He's spent the last three weeks thinking of having a child.
What a coincidence.
And I have to discover this fierce love I feel with you…
right at this time in our lives.
I've been asking him for years.
It was never the right time.
And right when he's made up his mind, I fall in love with you.
Everything is fine.
But all this has thrown me off a little.
I need to take it in. Get some rest.
We've had too many sleepless nights.
I think it'll be good for me to spend some time alone, okay? And…
Do you mind if I grab a room just for me tonight?
Of course not. Okay.
Wait.
Breakfast tomorrow?
Of course.
Hello, Roi.
-I'm on my way. What is it? -Okay.
Damián's a bit nervous. He said he called and you didn't answer.
But if you're on your way, forget it.
Are you all right?
Actually, no, Roi. No. I'm not all right.
I'm playing second fiddle.
She says she's in love with me, but she's staying with her husband.
Do you understand that?
-That's weird. -Tell me about it.
She says I'm her fascination, right? The fireworks.
But he's her travel companion.
Let him carry our suitcases, then!
I used to be the hidden second fiddle,
with all the beauty of subterfuge, running circles around her husband.
Now I'm a puppet.
The condoned. God. Could there be a more awful word?
He's given me a GreenPass to continue copulating with his wife!
Fuck all these nasty open couples and French free love!
Right.
You say it's important to separate personal and professional life.
And right now everything is mixed up. So…
try to forget about her.
Forget her?
It's too late, Roi.
I met her 15 days ago. That woman has taken me by storm.
And I haven't told you the worst part.
Now she says she's having a baby.
-You got her pregnant? -No, Roi.
She's wanted kids for years, but her husband always said the time wasn't right.
And now that fucking son of a bitch
wants to have a child to keep her by his side.
Fuck that fucking phony!
You've got to be heartless to use a baby like that.
He plays the understanding card
and sets a full house of embryos on the table.
There's no way I'll let her stay with that mediocre asshole!
Listen carefully.
Go get acetone and pure bleach. We're going to make chloroform.
That schmuck Polignac doesn't know who he's dealing with!
He thinks this is a game.
But he's going to get blasted by a 300-megaton bomb.
Fuck.
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick