Status update call.
-Everything is running smoothly over here. -Smoothly?
"Smoothly," as in Tokyo being interrogated?
As in you're about to execute Rio?
Berlin, what are you doing?
Professor, it's Nairobi.
Berlin is indisposed. So from now on, I'm in charge.
Let the matriarchy begin.
If we took a photo of this moment,
it could be my last memory of the Royal Mint of Spain.
Leaving a string of mistakes inside, a weakened group,
and only one with the guts to take charge... Nairobi.
What I mean, Professor, is that this is out of control.
The situation is critical.
Tokyo played Russian roulette with Berlin tied to a chair.
Berlin turned her in.
And then, Rio deserted
and Berlin almost executed him like some fucking Vietnamese firing squad.
Helsinki suffocated Oslo.
He killed him?
He was a vegetable.
Helsinki says it's what he would have wanted.
As you can see, Professor, this is a big-time disaster,
so I have no choice but to take control until things get back on track!
Ask him what the hell he was doing with the police.
I was at the house in Toledo because it was part of the plan.
Professor,
we need to know what situation we're in.
MONDAY 09:00 P.M.
There are some loose ends, I'm not going to lie.
HOUR 83 OF THE HEIST
I'd say it was the biggest loose end of all.
Deputy Inspector Angel had discovered the Professor.
He had his fingerprints,
and now he was in a coma, waiting to wake up and reveal it.
The Professor was living on borrowed time...
as was everyone else.
Based on what you're saying, the situation in there isn't much better.
Look, do what you have to do out there. I'll fix things in here in the meantime.
I'll put the call through. It's probably from the tent.
Inspector.
Before I get to the point, I need to clarify something.
What do I call you now?
Professor?
Sergio? Or...
Mr. Marquina?
I'll always be the Professor to you.
That's how we met.
You'll always be Inspector Murillo to me, even if you become my executioner one day.
Remember the first time you made love?
Of course. One doesn't forget that.
Well, this is my first time
in the world of crime.
And no matter what, I will always...
remember it fondly.
You're passionate,
and this world needs people like you.
I hope that when you get out of prison
you'll help the country progress
because the truth is that...
-Where did it happen? -What?
The first time you made love.
-In a camping tent. -That's wonderful.
That's a good place for a first time.
The sounds of the countryside, the lights...
Yes, that's right.
The rest was, let's say...
experimental and... brief.
Okay, Professor.
I'm calling to inform you that Silene Oliveira
is going into pretrial detainment without bail tonight.
What did she say to make you angry and skip the 72-hour custody period?
She got smart with us. There's something I don't get.
Why are you letting go of your people instead of the hostages?
There have been disagreements in the group.
-Nothing else. -You're against the ropes.
-And you know it. -I admit you're winning,
but this is only one battle.
It's nothing compared to the war.
He's still taunting you, even with a riot on his hands?
He's a rock star.
Salva, how are you doing?
How are you holding up?
Well... I never thought tying my shoelaces could be this painful.
Those bruises could use some care.
A nurse.
That's a very suggestive proposal.
I'd love to look after you, but...
it would have to be at my place. I want to see my daughter, and...
I know that's not the most romantic date.
I can't think of a better plan for tonight.
Okay.
When you spend years obsessing about something,
that something
is your whole world.
A perfect world.
But now the plan was not only the Professor's.
It belonged to all of us,
and we were all screwing it up.
For once, the Professor felt overwhelmed.
And crawling into Raquel's arms seemed like the best refuge.
The only one possible.
Now you're a hostage too.
What's the matter?
They tried to kill me.
They almost executed me.
Why did they want to kill you?
They turned Tokyo over to the police.
I was going to turn myself in too.
Alison!
Leave her.
She's lost her mind.
If Tokyo shows up, who knows what could happen.
You heard him, she's been kicked out.
This could actually be good.
-Good for what? -To get out, damn it!
Once and for all!
Is it that hard to understand?
They've locked up our colleagues
when they had promised them freedom!
Some of us have been truly humiliated.
They've ruined my relationship... and my relationship with my future child.
And the money that they promised us for staying in this hellhole...
it's all a lie.
A fucking sham!
He confirmed it.
How long are we going to stay and do nothing?
The robbers are weakened now.
No one can argue with that. And if we don't seize this opportunity,
we'll be letting them escape. We have to finish them off!
Muster up all the dignity, the courage,
the wild animal we have inside, and...
We need to do something. I don't know...
Steal a gun from them.
What?
What are you saying? Where are we going to get a gun?
Swapping one of theirs for a fake one.
If you manage to get one of the fake weapons,
you could swap it.
Then one of them will be unarmed
and one of you will be armed.
Oh, hello, dear.
-Mom, what are you doing here this late? -Mommy!
Sweetheart.
Come here.
But wait a minute.
Tell me, what are you doing up so late?
I wanted to see you before going to bed.
Me too, baby.
Hi.
Hello.
Why didn't you tell me? I would've made dinner.
You came for dinner, right?
Yes. To have dinner and sleep, actually. Right?
Are you dating?
Oh, dear.
Well...
yes, right?
Kind of.
But have you asked her?
Actually, I haven't. But...
we kissed, which is... almost the same.
Okay.
Come on, Paulita. Let's go.
You have school tomorrow.
No, don’t worry. I'll tuck her in.
Thank you.
Did you really hit him?
Well...
yes, I did.
It infuriated me to think he'd hurt you.
Raquel, I don't like violence. Never have.
I know it's wrong, and you can defend yourself.
-It's not my business, but... -Salva.
I'm glad you hit my jerk of an ex-husband.
I should've done it myself.
Even if it's politically incorrect to say so.
Well...
sometimes what's politically incorrect is... the only choice.
I'm speaking from experience.
I'm glad you're here.
Okay, from now on I need everybody sealing bags.
-Nonstop. -You won't mention the lies?
Arturito, drop the Gandhi crap
or you'll be getting beatings for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Besides, I guarantee you that I haven't lied to anyone.
Nairobi is in charge now, so everyone start sealing bags.
Nairobi has a heavy hand for a woman.
Berlin, we're crashing and burning.
The most important thing is to get out of here alive
and without making any more mistakes.
You tell me. Are you with me...
or against me?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...
-catch a tiger by the toe, -A tiger by the toe.
Well, I'm with you, Nairobi... until the end.
I'm going to abide by your coup.
And I'll even confess that I am turned on
by the idea of serving a woman who is a goddess.
You better pray to this goddess
because she's got your morphine. Don't forget.
That's the office where they keep the fake guns.
-So? -So one of us has to get in there
and take a fake gun.
And which one of the robbers will you switch with?
Denver.
He's the dumbest one.
-And who will take his gun? -It'll have to be Monica.
-When he calls her in for treatment. -And why would she do it?
It'd be suicide.
Because that thug shot her.
He got her alone,
and he took advantage of her fear and desperation to...
to screw her a few times.
And apparently, now he's left you.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
But that's what happens. Sometimes we want a different life.
We get our hopes up.
But no robber will take you with him.
Fine.
I'll go get the gun.
Do you have copies of the office keys?
No.
What is Plan Chernobyl?
Plan Chernobyl is a... desperate but beautiful plan.
It consists of releasing the cash in balloons from the roof,
popping the balloons with gunfire, and making it rain money.
-Calling the media, radio, television-- -Like the Cavalcade of Magi
but with 50-euro bills.
That's Plan Chernobyl?
Thousands of people picking up the dough, spreading chaos among the police.
Imagine. A billion euros raining down.
Right. And us vanishing amongst the frenzied mob.
Very nice.
You know the Professor's an idealist.
He cares more about the message than the money.
And I didn't say anything because it wasn't the time yet.
Wish me luck.
Mr. Torres, in my office!
Come in, Mr Torres.
Let's see...
Could we increase the printing rate?
Well, it's possible,
but it would be very risky.
If it gets stuck,
it would take us three to four hours to fix it.
Calculate the production rate increase.
Okay, Miss Nairobi.
Mr. Roman.
Get up, Torres. God damn it, get up!
What are you doing?
None of your business. Act like I'm not here.
Leave and don't lock the door.
I'm sorry, but I'll have to report you.
If they find out I've seen you, I'm done for too.
Look, you idiot.
I have a gun.
Don't you dare report me, or you'll be the first to go. Okay?
Excuse me, Mr. Roman, but that's one of the fake guns.
You left the bag open.
Listen to me. Listen, because I won't say it again.
When all this is over,
and it will be in a couple of hours, at best,
you're going to come back... to your crappy job.
And I'll be waiting for you the next day
with a fat layoff and a disciplinary file that will make you shit yourself.
You'll be fucked up until you retire.
Okay?
You have three daughters, right?
And two of them have been unemployed for...
seven years, if I recall correctly.
So it's up to you...
Torres.
-Miss Nairobi. -What is it?
We would increase production by two million every hour.
Do it.
And the technical stops will be every six hours.
-Because that's an extra two million. -Very well.
I'll get this off the ground. Mark my words.
Is something troubling you?
No.
I'm worried it's been the best night of my life.
Salva, you've already won me over. No need to exaggerate.
It's true.
But I wasn't planning on it. I hadn't anticipated it.
Oh, you hadn't anticipated it?
Do you anticipate everything?
Well, let's say...
I'm a man who...
picks out the clothes he's going to wear the day before.
A man who became obsessed...
with...
making the best cider in the world.
And... I studied it all. I studied...
acidity, fermentation...
Every possible reaction of each ingredient.
Year...
after year, after year.
And you can get one bad apple...
that ruins the whole barrel.
Salva, you're really into cider, aren't you?
It was my father's dream. And...
he died before he could fulfill it.
He...
He wanted to make...
2,400 barrels.
I understand you want to do it in his memory,
but... why don't you make half?
Or half of half, and then...
focus on your own dreams?
Let's go away.
I wrap up this cider thing in a few days,
and we'll go to the Caribbean.
Well, I...
I don't have cider, but...
but I have a mother, a daughter,
-and a robbery I need to solve. -Well, we'll take your mother...
and your daughter with us.
Can you imagine raising your daughter on a sunny beach?
Raquel...
I don't want this to wear off.
I don't want to ignore this...
this desire to feel alive that I've never felt so strongly.
You would cross the ocean with a mother,
a daughter, and a grandmother?
I would, right now.
I have a plan B.
Damn, it's...
It's so crazy...
that...
I can't imagine myself doing anything else.
Finish with the heist. Do what you have to do.
And then we go.
-Okay. -Okay.
Sure.
Everyone listen up!
We're going to solve this robbery in 24 hours
and get back to our lives. We've neglected them enough.
Suarez. Call Chief Sanchez.
I won't let anyone else get killed, destroyed, or caught.
Nairobi, listen. Coming as far as you have is epic.
I give you my most sincere congratulations.
Listen, I'm going to get you out of there...
before they catch you all.
Get Lobo and the rest of the UCO here.
What do you have in mind?
I'm starting to think that the man outside
is the real mastermind behind this heist.
He left a trail of clues to lead us to the estate in Toledo.
But I think I know how to catch him.
First, we'll get the hostages out of the basement.
Thank you. We don't have enough people to guard the hostages.
Besides, we promised them freedom. So let them have it.
We'll release them, but give me an hour.
It's a very big spectacle for such a small audience.
-Hi. -I'm going to release 11 hostages...
under one condition.
I want a reporter and a cameraman to cover the news from the inside.
Live news feed.
Look, I'd love to help with your propaganda, but...
I can't force any civilian to go in there.
- You know that very well. -True.
You're right, Inspector.
You don't have to force anyone. Just suggest it.
I'm sure many reporters will volunteer for an interview like that.
-I'll think about it. -Of course.
Think about it.
But remember I record these conversations, and the last time
you refused to release hostages...
it wasn't very well received by the public.
But, of course, take your time.
Son of a bitch.
Let's talk about something else. How can I explain...
-Do you like soccer? -Oh, yes, soccer.
Professor, in my country soccer is big.
Well, imagine a soccer match.
-Again with soccer? -Nairobi, listen.
A match in the World Cup...
and Brazil is playing against Cameroon.
-Who wins? -That's a no-brainer.
Or rather... who do you want to win?
I'd say Brazil wins...
but I'd root for Cameroon.
-Cameroon. -Yes.
Cameroon, for sure.
-Cameroon, all the way. -Look,
by instinct, human beings always side with the weaker ones.
The underdogs.
So if we show the world our weaknesses,
our... wounds,
that we are on the verge of surrendering,
we will provoke an... emotional reaction.
I think any guy who isn't Brazilian would go for Cameroon.
-Even some Brazilian guys. -Or Brazilian girls.
-Yes, or Brazilian girls. -Okay, ladies and gentlemen. To Cameroon!
How does that soccer chant go?
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon!
Cameroon!
We move on to Plan Cameroon.
We'll release the hostages in the basement...
and we're going to get a reporter and a cameraman to record it.
We'll need someone to be interviewed.
And my suggestion...
is you, Rio.
I understand your anger,
but we need you. You can do it without a mask,
you're sympathetic.
You think I'll go on TV?
For Tokyo to see me from jail, smiling from ear to ear,
doing an interview as if nothing had fucking happened.
I'm a hostage now.
Don't count on me for anything.
Fuck it. I'll do it.
I'm a natural crybaby, you can tell just by looking.
You're no crybaby. You make others cry.
I'll do it.
If I don't have to talk too much, I'll do it.
You could, but no.
No.
I'll do it with a mask.
With a mask?
For a live interview?
What are we now? ETA?
Jihadists?
No. This interview has to be done without a mask.
So all of Spain can feel our eyes,
our breath. So that they can understand the pain...
and a little bit of the sorrow.
Right.
You want to do it.
But you know what the problem is?
If there's someone who I've never seen feel pain or sorrow,
it's you, Berlin.
Tokyo's gone.
Rio doesn't want to do it.
Don't look down on someone who's good at his job, Nairobi.
I can be a good master of ceremonies.
He's right.
He's good at acting.
Very well.
You'll do it.
HOSPITAL BLUEPRINTS ENTRANCE
An interview in exchange for releasing 11 hostages.
I don't know.
It's more justifiable.
We'll be criticized on every front, but we have to accept it.
Let's take the credit and sell it as a show of transparency.
You can sell it however you like. But what about the other thing?
The operation you want to set up in the hospital.
What do you hope to achieve? On what evidence?
A plate of fresh anchovies?
On the evidence that they have a guy outside
who keeps messing with us.
Angel caught him, and they tried to kill him.
-It was no accident. -We all read
the forensic report on the accident.
And there's no evidence of an attempted homicide.
Don't forget he was driving under the influence.
Fine. You want evidence? Let's set up the operation.
Let me leak to the press that Angel, the only one who knows who he is,
will wake up from his coma. And I guarantee you,
before five in the afternoon,
that guy will be in the hospital to kill him.
But we'll be there to catch him like cat and mouse.
Are you asking me to fill a hospital
with undercover agents, like some police comic strip?
We should focus our efforts on the factory.
What about the reporters? What if they end up hostages too?
That interview is a smokescreen. A trick to make us waste time.
Chief, let us be the ones who set the trap for once.
Can you do it with ten?
Twenty.
Monica Gaztambide, time for your treatment.
Let's go.
If you take off the jumpsuit, maybe I can treat you.
Can you turn around? Since we're not together anymore, right?
No problem.
Can I?
Wait.
Now.
How's the wound?
It hurts a lot.
And it stings.
We'll get only one chance. I want him alive.
No one fires unless under extreme danger.
First thing we'll do is take Angel to a secure location.
To do this, we'll set up a room on a different floor.
Once we've moved him, we'll leak the news of his recovery.
The target will soon be on the move.
It will be essential for everyone to be in position.
I want everyone in character and to get deep into their roles.
This is a very complex operation,
so we'll need everyone to be extremely focused.
We'll have access to the surveillance cameras.
I don't want anyone from security on the floor.
Not even hospital security.
No police cars in the vicinity either.
We'll roll out the damn red carpet for that bastard
right into Angel's room,
where Lobo will be waiting instead.
And Agent Balmaseda will take Mari Carmen's place.
They'll be there, waiting to greet him with a surprise.
And remember, we're looking for a middle-aged male.
There will be 20 agents, and he'll be alone.
He won't escape.
Did you do it?
It's loaded.
Stop packing the bills and stash what you can.
We're out of here.
Stash them.
Quick!
We're going now. This has gone on long enough.
This shithole.
Let's go.
Day five of the heist.
One hostage and two officers wounded, an explosion,
and an escape by the hostages.
And now, Channel 6 cameras are about to enter the place
that the whole world is watching.
Journalists heading for the entrance.
We have to remember the historical impact of this moment.
TV channels from all over the world are broadcasting our feed...
Cover them until they're inside.
...the first time a television crew goes live on...
They're opening the doors. Attention escorts,
stop at the bottom of the stairs as requested.
...special at the Royal Mint of Spain. A crucial moment.
In a minute, we'll witness something historic
A Channel 6 reporter and cameraman will enter the site of the heist.
This is as far as the police can go. From this point on,
the reporter and cameraman will be on their own, unprotected.
We've never seen such a thing.
All over the country, the streets are empty.
Return to your posts.
Hello. Good morning.
-Good morning. -I'm Andres de Fonollosa.
Thank you for being here.
Can you put this on, please?
Sure.
We're already receiving the signal. We're going live...
-Raquel. -...inside the factory.
Mr. Fonollosa, I have to ask, why did you allow a team of journalists
to broadcast live from here.
This is a decisive moment for all of us in here, and...
we needed you here to record it and to make it public.
Please, come with me. This way.
That's Andres de Fonollosa, someone the police are familiar with.
A bank robber and informant. Also convicted for human trafficking.
These are the 11 hostages that are finally going to be released.
There they are.
I recognize... Manuel García,
Alfonso Martínez, and Maria Cornejo.
-Looks like they'll really let them go. -We're all nervous...
Medical services, stand by.
...like kids waiting for the school bell to ring.
I want to thank you all...
for the courage and bravery...
you have shown.
And...
and you, especially.
You and your child.
You've proven to be a strong woman.
Why have you decided now,
after five days of captivity,
to release hostages?
Five days?
It's hard to believe it's been
a few days, isn't it?
You see...
we have to say, this is a very hard time for us.
The situation is critical.
We have no other option but to surrender.
That's why you're here.
This gesture is the beginning of the end for everyone.
Helsinki,
it's time.
You can go.
Thank you.
Snipers ready.
Assault Team One, keep your distance.
Copy that.
We'll release hostages in order to negotiate
the conditions of our surrender.
Have you decided to surrender?
We are aware that we lost.
Open the doors!
Eleven released. We're watching it live..
They're coming out.
At last, good news at the Royal Mint.
There they are.
It's an exciting moment. It seems the robbers are giving in.
But there are more headlines, big ones.
Fonollosa has admitted that the situation is critical,
that they have no alternative but to surrender.
His exact words were:
"This is the beginning of the end,
and we are aware that we lost."
I don't know if you've ever seen a corpse.
For some of us, it's also a first.
You've come here to spread the truth.
Here you have it. This is the truth.
We've been beaten.
We've been defeated.
It's important that you confirm it, please.
Yes.
He doesn't have a pulse. He's dead.
The hostages who escaped hit him in the head.
He died within a few hours.
Maybe to the people out there,
this man is just a thief.
But to us, he was a colleague and a friend.
Nobody can prepare you for that.
Nobody. It's one of the reasons why
we decided to release hostages.
Some of us here thought we weren't going to make it out alive.
But I never thought he wouldn't make it.
You mean, there were people in the group...
willing to sacrifice themselves?
No. Not at all. We're simple people.
We have gone through... all kinds of hardship.
Like anyone else.
Including terminal illness. And we have had to...
take desperate measures like these in order to...
leave something for our families.
To leave something for our loved ones.
As a matter of fact,
I have a degenerative disease called Hellmer's myopathy.
The police knew it.
That didn't stop them from spreading lies about me.
I'll tell you something, I may be a thief...
I have always been. I've robbed banks, jewelry stores,
I've broken into mansions, but I have never sold anyone.
I've never sold a woman.
I'm not a pimp who traffics...
or rapes minors.
I'm not.
When you leave, ask the police where these files are kept.
You mean the police have been lying to the public?
The police lie!
They lie to the public!
They've lied to my friends.
They've dragged my family name through the mud.
I'm a thief.
But I have every right in the world not to be defamed.
I have the same right as anyone
to die in peace.
With dignity.
I can't go on. Cut.
Please, cut.
That morning, we were a trending topic worldwide.
People went silent
in cafés and in taxis.
Fonollosa says the police are lying.
That they have been lying about his past.
And dares them to come up with case files.
We were the Cameroon team playing barefoot against Brazil.
And everyone was rooting for us.
We're now going to our news colleagues. Cristina Saavedra, go ahead.
Breaking news: Deputy Inspector Angel Rubio
may wake up from his coma.
He was kept in an induced coma after a car accident.
The deputy inspector was involved in an accident on road M-506
when his car crashed into a construction booth
in one of the lanes, causing it to roll over multiple times.
Professor,
did you see us on TV?
Nairobi, I want you all to be one, like a rowing team.
Tell Rio that, as captain of the ship,
I'll get Tokyo out of jail no matter what.
Yes, sir. That's more like it!
Put Berlin on.
Berlin.
Me?
Yes, you.
Thank you.
Hello?
Deputy Inspector Rubio is waking from his coma.
What are the odds of that being true?
I don't know.
That's elementary police work:
saying he's waking from his coma to lure you in.
That doesn't even work on sitcoms.
And what if it's not?
He's the only one who knows who I am. The only loose end.
What room did they put him in?
Room 119.
It's a trap.
Yes.
There's a 90% chance it's a trap.
Ninety-nine percent chance.
Ninety-nine percent.
But are we going to leave one percent to chance?
No, you'll have to make sure. And if it isn't a trap,
finish him off.
Enter a hospital
in which, surely, there'll be 50 police officers waiting for me?
Sergio, think, damn it.
You spent half your childhood in a hospital.
How do you walk into a trap and not get caught,
knowing that the cavalry is waiting for you?
That would be...
by making the cavalry...
run away.
Subtitle translation by Andrés M.