What's happening?
It's frozen.
There's a foolproof method to fix it.
It always works.
Turn it off and back on again. And it works.
You'll see.
Tell your friend to come out of there. Hands up.
He comes out now, or he'll leave here feet first.
No. Don't shoot, please.
He's my boyfriend.
We came here earlier to make love.
No one told me people would be here.
We don't have our own place. Rent is expensive in Paris.
Who are you?
-Your IDs. Hurry up! -Yes.
-Oui, oui… -Let's go.
Drop the gun. You'll get years for that.
-Don't make this worse. -Who's making it worse?
Who's going to spend 20 years in jail?
Do you want to know? You!
Or in a coffin, if you don't get on your knees.
Come on! Everyone on their knees!
Where's the fucking safe?
Can I ask why we stole 645 euros?
So it'd look like a robbery and to get them down
so we could delete your file. That's why we went.
For a second, I pictured myself spending 20 years in jail.
Berlin came to visit me with a bottle of champagne.
You were amazing, brainiac. You saved me.
I knew you could disarm alarms, but when I saw you up there… damn.
One second you're disarming an alarm. Next, you're holding a man at gunpoint.
And you even took a €600 tip. You're a genius.
You've called me a genius twice now. I'll end up believing it.
Believe it. I've gotten to know you, and that's the opinion I've formed.
And as for what we talked about…
What did we talk about?
You know.
About shaving.
Well, more about not shaving.
When I was between your legs, I could see it's pretty fluffy.
-What's wrong? -That was like a scene from a movie.
We broke all the heist rules,
held four people at gunpoint, and almost killed one.
-And you were looking at my panties? -Don't be like that. I'm joking.
Do you know how scared I was?
Did you consider I could've gone to jail too?
Or were you just counting my pubic hairs?
I usually pity superficial people like you,
but you've managed to disgust me.
Are you getting in?
The first step is to steal a car.
I know. An old one that doesn't have an alarm.
No, Miss Know-It-All.
This time we need some serious wheels. Something fancy.
Luckily, we're in a classy neighborhood. All the glamorous clubs are here.
What about the alarm?
There are many ways to steal a car when the keys are in the ignition.
There are two valets. We need to make a scene.
Is that seriously your plan?
Not very original.
I don't think those two will let you make a scene.
Then we'll need to be creative.
Follow my lead.
-Bonsoir. -Bonsoir.
We're going for one last drink.
I'm sorry, but we have a dress code.
Red.
I'm wearing red.
But you can't see it.
Thank you.
Good night.
Leave the balloon if you don't want any trouble.
Thanks.
Great. We stole a wrinkly bottle and a balloon.
The hot rod is next, right?
Exactly.
I'm wearing Eleanor of Avignon's jewel. It deserves to be flaunted.
Why did you bring that here?
This is our only chance to wear 116 karats of diamonds.
When I saw it, I wanted to wear it so bad, I couldn't help myself.
Don't worry. I'll tell Damián that I was so stressed and rushed and all
that I put it in my pocket by mistake.
It looks good on me, right?
Put this on.
Gloves and all, huh?
So they can't identify us. You're a pro.
Now what?
Wait for me at the parking garage exit.
Okay.
End of the line, ma'am.
Yeah, Roi! Yeah!
Come on, Roi! Go!
Are we really going to fly?
You definitely will.
You should take that necklace off.
We don't want it to fly off.
Hey, ladies. Does anyone here speak Spanish?
What's up?
Hey. Are there any races tonight?
-What's he talking about? -I don't know.
What did you ask? We're just a group of friends hanging out.
Getting some fresh air.
And you're not my friend.
I don't want to be.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I know exactly what you do here. I've been to aerodromes.
In Spain, Belgium, Portugal…
What do you want?
I want to be in the next race.
The bet is 10,000 euros.
I don't have 10,000 euros.
But I have this car.
It's worth four times that.
What's her shoe size?
Six and a half.
Are you okay?
Go, Roi! Go!
Are you okay?
Cameron!
I'm fine. Go!
Roi!
What's wrong, Cameron?
Roi!
Cameron!
Roi, stop!
Hey. What's wrong?
Let's go!
Cameron.
I kicked your fucking ass!
Oh, crybaby.
She pooped her pants.
Fuck…
What's wrong?
Beat it, or you'll be dead in 30 seconds.
Cameron.
Don't worry, okay?
It's over.
It's okay now.
I'm cold, Roi.
I'm so cold.
Wait here.
I'm cold.
I'm so cold.
Hey, it's okay now.
I shouldn't have brought you here. I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
It was amazing up there.
But my phone rang.
Hey.
Cameron, look at me.
Who was it?
My ex-boyfriend.
The only one I've ever had.
I'm such an idiot.
I know it looks like I'm not over him.
Why'd he call you now?
Because I called him earlier.
I don't know why.
After the heist, I don't know, I felt…
happy but also sad and euphoric and…
I needed to tell someone about it.
I heard his voice on his voice mail.
I got overwhelmed and hung up.
And then you showed up, and that's why I said all those things.
Because I knew he'd call back and I needed to get out of there.
I was scared.
I was scared that if I answered, I'd lose my mind again.
But what happened with that guy?
Did he hurt you?
Just the opposite.
He was wonderful.
Then what was it?
It's a very long story.
We have time.
No one will be flying this plane at this time of night, so…
Okay.
I was crazy about this band.
You know how 15-year-olds get.
I listened to their songs over and over again.
I'd stand in line for hours to get into their concerts.
And one day…
at a meet and greet, he handed me a backstage pass.
You hooked up with the band's singer.
I had posters of him in my bedroom, and suddenly we were dating.
I stopped taking the bus to school.
He took me on his motorcycle.
I was on cloud nine.
After school, we'd do my homework in a bar.
And he'd help me.
I swear I've never, ever worked so hard.
I wanted to wrap up the school year, get good grades, finish my exams,
and enjoy the summer with him.
You must have been on a high.
With the fame, traveling, and luxury hotels, right?
No, our life wasn't luxurious.
We took trips,
but they were road trips.
Those cat eyes killing me
Taking my breath away
I'd tell my dad I was going to my friend's village to study.
But it wasn't true. I'd run off with him.
We'd travel in the band's van.
When the concert started, I'd watch him from backstage…
and we'd stay up all night long.
The next morning, we'd watch the sunrise together.
We had shrimp for breakfast.
-Shrimp? -Yeah, shrimp.
Can you imagine?
He even wrote me a song.
When he played it at his concerts, and 10,000 people sang along,
I knew it was for me.
Those cat eyes
Killing me…
I know that song.
When you fall in love,
life is like a song.
And I was a song.
I didn't realize songs only last three minutes.
Then came the free fall.
I couldn't be away from him for more than five minutes.
He could survive days without me.
I needed him all the time.
When I didn't have him, I went to him like an addict
who didn't want to do it, but would go back for more anyway.
The worst part about breaking up with a musician
is you can't make him disappear.
You walk into a bar, and they're playing his music.
You walk down the street and see his face on posters.
You turn on the radio, and there he is.
Like a chorus that keeps repeating over and over again, nonstop.
The same song playing on a constant loop in the background.
I couldn't get him out of my head.
It was like a nightmare.
That's when I started doing crazy stuff.
I took all his things.
His posters, records, guitar,
the jacket he gave me…
I burned it all.
The thing is, I burned my house too.
That's when my dad realized I was a danger to myself
and to everyone around me.
Love made me go crazy.
That's when you were admitted to the hospital?
I was diagnosed with so many things.
"Psychotic break with paranoid thoughts."
"Episodes of emotional dissociation."
One doctor even said I had erotomania.
I'm coming down.
Hey.
Hey, look at me.
No fucking way, okay?
I'll fix it with some adrenaline. It'll do you good.
What are you talking about?
You said you're coming down. You're gonna feel high again.
What are you doing?
Wait a sec.
Are you crazy? Do you know how to fly?
Roi!
Not exactly. But I know how to operate anything that moves.
What are you saying, Roi? That you've seen Top Gun?
If I pull this towards me, the plane goes up.
I've seen it a hundred times in the movies.
Okay, but for real. Have you done this before?
No. Never.
No?
Do you swear?
I swear.
We're going 50 miles an hour. What if it doesn't fly?
Sixty. Seventy.
How will you land it?
Don't laugh!
The runway's ending. We're gonna hit the fence.
Pull it up, and we'll see what happens!
Pull it up!
Pull it up, Roi. Fuck! Pull it up!
Pull it up!
Don't ever do this to me again.
I bet you're not down anymore.
Jackass.
You could've helped me get out of the loony bin early.
Alpha 12 here.
Show me the sun.
Over and out.
Well, I think it's time to go, right?
-Okay? -Okay.
Roi.
The necklace isn't here.
Hi.
You look tired. Did you have trouble sleeping?
It's been a long night.
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
What have you been thinking?
In that hallway, I told you I didn't want to be the vertex in a love triangle.
You have to choose.
Him or me.
What'll happen when they open the vault door?
Surprise.
Not one single jewel.
With no trace of anyone breaking into the vault,
they will have to look elsewhere for the prime suspect.
-Hello? -Are you in your room?
Did you see the police are at Polignac's house?
-Yes. -It looks like they arrested him.
As of today, he's the main suspect.
Before contacting the shipping company, make sure all the police are gone.
I will.
While the police begin their initial investigation,
we'll have started our evacuation plan.
Bruce and Keila will be the first to leave, dressed as backpackers.
You'll go straight to the bus station.
You'll travel to Spain through the Pyrenees.
-You'll take three cans of jewels. -On the bus?
Have you ever seen the police looking for a diamond tiara on a bus?
No.
Can you picture them rummaging through two hikers' backpacks?
No again.
Then it will be Roi and Cameron's turn.
You'll go get the RV we brought from Spain and parked in the outskirts.
Then you'll come get me, and we'll leave like a happy family.
The González family.
Martita,
José Luis,
and the head of the family, a widower.
I'll leave next with the remaining cans.
I'll meet you two blocks from the hotel to not raise suspicion.
As the ship's captain, I'll be the last one to leave the hotel.
Berlin will get rid of all the heist material.
Telescopes, monitors, computers…
He'll hire a shipping company to come and pick it all up.
He'll travel back to Spain by train.
We'll send it all to a convent in Australia.
All expenses paid, as a Christian donation.
I'm going back to Paris.
I need to think.
Weren't you staying for breakfast?
I already called a taxi.
If it's hard for you to make up your mind being in love with one person,
imagine being in love with two.
I'm leaving the country, Camille.
I was thinking of vanishing without a trace,
but I can't do that now.
So just in case you make a decision, I'll keep my phone on for a few days.
You can't come in.
-I live here. -You can't go in.
-She's Polignac's wife. -I'll let her in.
-Let her up. -Okay. Go ahead.
Thank you.
-Camille Polignac? -Yes.
Superintendent Lavelle.
Can you tell me what's going on?
I have a search warrant.
I need you to open this safe.
I don't know the code.
My husband uses it for his work.
What happened?
Then I'll have to force it open.
Please, I'd like to know what happened.
Let's drill it.
Where's my husband?
Is there anyone there?
I'm the victim here. Can't you see? I'm the one who has been robbed.
Does anyone work at this police station?
Fuck.
Take a seat, Mr. Polignac.
Excuse us for the delay.
As you can imagine, we've been quite busy
between warrants and preliminary forensic conclusions.
Where were you last night?
As I already said, I was at home. I took two sleeping pills and passed out.
Are you a sleepwalker?
Because at 1:05 a.m., you went down to the parking lot.
No. That's not me.
I have the same coat.
The car was driven away by a man wearing a coat like yours.
Do you recognize it?
Yes, that's my car. It was stolen, Watson.
We checked the security cameras.
Your car was recorded by several cameras leaving the city on the N13.
The same thief.
Then he must have stolen your phone too.
We tracked the signal, and it kept connecting to different towers
on the exact route to Chantilly.
You happen to own a second home there. Is that correct?
Why even ask? You know everything.
We got a warrant, Mr. Polignac.
We searched your house this morning.
Look what our colleagues from forensics found there.
What you see here are fibers.
No. I see nothing.
They're identical to the label strings attached to the stolen jewels.
Someone burnt them in the bathroom of your Chantilly home.
Do you see this?
It's soot remains from the toilet.
A small diamond.
It probably fell out of a stolen piece of jewelry.
We found it in between the cushions of your sofa.
Are you still telling me
you slept like a log, Mr. Polignac?
-Camille? -Something awful has happened.
Can you come to my place?
Hi.
I came as fast as I could. What's going on?
Come in.
My husband is the director of an auction house,
and last night, a collection of jewels worth €44 million was stolen.
Oh, poor guy.
With all the emotional turmoil he's going through, and now…
-What a blow. -It's more serious than that.
He's been arrested.
And he's the main suspect.
But is there any evidence?
It seems he went out in the dead of the night,
and the police found evidence of the robbery at our house in Chantilly.
A small diamond and some fibers from who knows what.
I still can't believe it.
Wait a second. Did your husband ever deal with shady people?
Did he have money problems? Did he travel a lot?
Of course he traveled a lot.
But that was his job.
He traveled all over the world classifying auction lots.
But maybe he was an asshole and planned the robbery with Chapo Guzmán.
Hey…
Hey, Camille…
Don't imagine the worst.
If your husband belonged to a criminal gang,
you would have noticed something.
He'd own several phones. He'd excuse himself to go off and talk.
He'd have unexpected engagements.
Yes. He did all that.
He even has a safe over there, in the wall.
Look.
Come here.
The police opened it
with a blowtorch because I didn't even know the code.
And they started to take out boxes full of things.
It seems I was living with a man I didn't really know.
A criminal.
Hey…
Hey, Camille…
Let's stop overthinking, or you're going to go crazy.
There must be an explanation.
Good heavens.
Just when you were about to become parents.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME" BY POL 3.14
I didn't know your name
I didn't know why I invited you
There you were alone
Standing silent backstage
Phones lighting up the dark
The last song playing
I hear your voice pleading
"Let this not be the end"
I see your bright eyes shining
They're all I think of now
Those cat eyes killing me
Taking my breath away
Every time I look at you Time just stands still
I think I hear my heart beat
It's roaring, about to explode
And all that I wish Is that you'll stay with me forever
I spend another night alone In another unknown city
And when I think of your eyes I let go of reality
Everything catches fire
This never felt so real
Those cat eyes killing me
Taking my breath away
Every time I look at you Time just stands still
I think I hear my heart beat
It's roaring, about to explode
And all that I wish Is that you stay with me forever
Those cat eyes killing me
Taking my breath away
Every time I look at you Time just stands still
I think I hear my heart beat
It's roaring, about to explode
And all that I wish Is that you stay with me forever
With me forever
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick