Your attention for a moment, please. Look.
As you already know, we've released your colleagues.
So nobody has been deceived here.
We've kept our promise.
Promise, my ass.
And, likewise,
I swear that the million euros
will be sent to the addresses you gave us.
Lies and more lies.
TUESDAY, 3:32 P.M.
We will also keep that promise. I give you my word.
HOUR 101 OF THE HEIST
Attention, all units.
-Let no one in without identification. -Copy that.
Hey, you!
A clown has entered.
-Could be him in disguise. -Another one is entering the ER.
What the hell is this?
There are more coming in.
What the hell is going on?
Get those people out of there.
You can't be here. Get out.
GAME ROOM
Who wants a super fun crazy rabbit!
Inspector, they put out an ad for a fake casting call.
Lobo, be on guard. he might be inside the building.
He's entering the room.
What's going on? Somebody talk to me.
False alarm. It wasn't him.
Inspector, the interview on the TV.
We've verified that there are no open cases against Fonollosa
for human trafficking, pimping, or pedophilia.
Sources say the information leaked could be part of a ploy
orchestrated by police
in order to negatively impact public opinion of the robbers.
The latest events and the death of one of the hostage-takers
has made them regain the sympathy of the people.
You missed me.
Let go.
Listen...
when Helsinki leaves, we take action, got it?
Is it the right time?
Monica, I'm carrying a gun. He has a fake one. What could happen?
Either you tell him or I will.
I'll do it.
The Professor will try to free Tokyo.
Where are you going?
Hey! For fuck's sake.
Where the fuck are you going?
What is this, recess? Everyone sit down!
I suggest you sit, buddy. I'm not in the mood.
You know what? I feel like breaking some skulls.
I can't wait to bash yours in.
Try my gun. Maybe it'll help you relax.
Arturo.
Arturito.
You've got a toy pistol, and I've got a bad temper.
-What are you doing? -A toy pistol?
No.
Shit, doesn't look like it.
Why don't we test it?
I'll give you three seconds, or so help me God...
-Make it one. -Three...
two...
one.
Surprise.
Cheer up, Rio.
Because... we can be a family again.
Turn around.
I said turn around.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, quick. Get moving!
They're going to escape.
-Who? -The hostages!
Come on. We don't have all day. Monica, open the door!
Monica, don't fucking listen to him!
He is taking advantage of you. Don't do it!
Quiet, or you'll get shot, champ.
Don't listen to him. Open the door, and let's get out.
SECURITY SYSTEM BLOCKING DOOR
Come on.
What's the matter?
-It's not opening. -Fuck!
They must have blocked the door.
It was me.
Get back!
Arturo, put the gun down.
Put the gun down.
Arturito.
I know you love movies, but this is getting out of hand.
Take another step, and I'll shoot him.
I may not make it out alive, but I'll make sure he never laughs again.
Berlin, calm down.
Open the door!
Okay.
Take it easy.
Let's talk like civilized people.
Let him go.
If you want to get out, I'll help you.
Open the door now.
No one's opening any doors here!
Is that so?
I'll count to five, and then I'll shoot him.
I have nothing to lose, and I don't give a shit, all right?
So it's up to you!
Five, four,
three, two,
one!
How could he have found out?
He had a remote-controlled GoPro camera.
Bastard.
We're trying to trace the signal.
It's no use. It's too late.
They've tricked us again.
But you were right.
That son of a bitch tried to kill Angel.
So Angel must have been pretty close to get that evidence.
Maybe they even came face-to-face.
Excuse me, but I'm exhausted.
Leave your message after the beep.
Salva, it's Raquel.
I'm going to have a coffee at Hanoi.
If you feel like it, I could really use someone to talk to.
Antonio.
They left an envelope for you.
-Who? -I don't know.
It was here when we opened. What can I get you?
A beer.
How's your day going?
I take it that it's going well.
No, it's been awful.
I set up an operation so I could leave tomorrow with you to...
these beaches, but...
it was a disaster.
-What can I get you? -The same.
Raquel.
Sooner or later, this will end.
And you and I will meet on a beach.
But you have to choose a place.
Okay. I just haven't had time yet.
Let's see.
How about we choose it together?
That sounds great.
-Pick one. -That's a big responsibility! Let's see.
Palawan.
Palawan? Let's see.
Amazing.
Where is it?
Palawan. It's an island in the Philippines.
It's southwest of the archipelago, a little to the north of Borneo.
Its population is 849,000, more or less,
and the capital is Puerto Princesa.
Angel must have come close to get that evidence.
Maybe they even came face-to-face.
Have you investigated him? I have!
Do your fucking work.
...white sand beaches in all the tropics.
You don't like the Philippines?
Yes.
Do you mind if I go to the bathroom for a moment?
Not at all.
Suarez,
one question.
What color was the wig of the clown that talked to the kid in the hospital?
Orange.
Are you sure?
For your life to fall apart, it doesn't matter if you're in a bathroom,
in a heist,
or at the door of a penitentiary.
You see, that afternoon, the misfortunes of three women would sync up.
Raquel suddenly understood
that she had fallen head over heels for Spain's most wanted man.
She's one of them.
She's with them. You all saw it!
Monica Gaztambide realized
that she had just become an accomplice, and that there would be no turning back.
And me...
I kept following the instructions the Professor gave us in Toledo.
But without any certainty.
Feeling numb.
Like a bottle thrown into the sea...
not knowing if someone would pick it up.
If they catch you,
24 hours after being detained, you say you want a deal.
That you will testify but only before a judge,
and they will have no choice
but to take you to the National High Court, and...
maybe during that transfer...
I can do something for you.
There I was,
on my way to the courthouse,
hoping that my guardian angel would know the route of the van
and save my life again.
It was hard to have hope in a van, while being kept prisoner and handcuffed.
But it would have been worse to know that, at that exact moment,
20 kilometers from there,
my guardian angel
had just been found out.
Raquel.
Hi, Alberto.
Have you analyzed the evidence from the fireplace in Toledo?
Yes, but nothing conclusive.
-What do you mean? -Because they were the remains
of a sports paper from a couple of days ago.
So I don't know if it's planted evidence
or if the anchovy guy reads the paper on Sundays.
Right.
Hey, how exactly did the fight with Salva happen?
Damn it, Raquel,
I told you it wasn't a fight.
He grabbed my neck
in a choke hold, and I passed out. I didn't touch him.
He's a fucking ninja with glasses.
Why are you asking?
No reason.
And you said he provoked you?
Yes. He said I shared my brains with my cock
and my fists, among other insults.
He wanted to fight. But what for?
I don't know.
Bye.
Alberto.
Nobody touch those trays.
They're off-limits for now.
Get prints off them
and crosscheck them with the ones from the spoon Agent Rubio brought.
-Are you kidding? -No.
Then go to my car and get the prints from the passenger side inner door handle.
-But-- -Do it.
Remember, we're looking for a middle-aged male,
with a beard and glasses.
Hey!
Find out who he is and what he's doing here.
It was him.
Of course it was.
Do you have a phone charger?
No.
Do you want to use mine?
It had been him all along.
Always friendly,
always smiling,
always in the right place.
The only civilian who had set foot in the tent.
Something's up with your daughter.
The stranger who managed to get past all her defenses...
and not only as a police agent.
Salva.
I don't have a gift as wonderful as these postcards, but...
I'll improvise a surprise.
In the ladies' room.
You go first, and then I'll go.
Raquel.
It's the middle of the day, and they know us here.
Salva.
It's the first time that I'm not wearing a life jacket
and I'm diving into the deep end.
Don't tell me... there's no water in the pool.
There's water.
Well...
go wait for me in there.
Hands against the wall.
-Raquel, I don’t know-- -Hands against the wall!
-What are you doing? -Are you carrying a gun?
Why would I have a gun?
Turn around.
Put them on.
-Is this a joke? -Put them on!
Put them on!
You're under arrest for collaboration in the heist at the Royal Mint.
-You see... -You have the right to remain silent
...third time was the charm.
You have the right not to testify and to be brought before a judge.
And this time, she had something stronger than a suspicion.
She had a grudge.
She felt anger.
She felt poisoned.
Helsinki felt something similar...
but not because he'd been deceived...
but for lack of sleep.
He had slept four hours in the last five days.
Do you know what happens when you don't sleep?
Neural connections break down like a short circuit.
They stop producing dopamine.
They stop metabolizing glucose.
And the only information left in the brain is survival.
So if there's one thing you can't expect from a guy who hasn't slept in five days,
it's patience.
Come on.
Take off your clothes.
The T-shirt too.
I have a wound on my shoulder--
Take it off!
And on top of everything, you try to steal from us. Shit.
It's what we get for not killing when we had to.
What will you do?
If I shoot you,
you just die.
You don't suffer.
Now you'll wear two kilos of explosives strapped to your body.
I'll blow it up, but you won't know when.
That's a shitload of explosives, Helsinki. Careful, it could make a real mess.
He has been a bigger pain in the ass than the police.
Oslo died because of him.
Denver almost died because of him.
With this... we end our troubles.
Right, Arturito?
If you remove the wire, it blows.
Don't make sudden movements,
don't sweat,
don't touch yourself.
Detonator.
If I touch... this button,
Even your wife won't recognize you.
Minced Arturito.
Do you have a cigarette?
-Do you? -Monica, you're pregnant.
I'm pregnant, kidnapped, and I've been shot.
And soon I'll be accused of... collaboration in an armed robbery.
Don't think the worst.
Arturo will help you out. He's the father, right?
Father?
What father?
The one who pointed at me like I was a hostage-taker?
What father?
The one who I beat over the head with an iron rod?
Maybe my colleagues will help me.
I just screwed up their whole escape plan, which I'm sure I'll get tried for.
Why am I so stupid? What was I thinking?
Come on, give me a cigarette. Give me a cigarette. My fetus needs it!
You won't be tried for anything, because I will mess Arturo up first.
You won't mess anybody up. Take it easy.
But she's right. They'll put her away!
If we escape and get caught, she's going to jail.
If we stay and the cops get in, it's the same.
One way or another, she'll do time.
Shit.
I always make the wrong choice.
I got involved with a married man.
I got pregnant.
And then another guy comes in, shoots me in the leg,
and I go...
and fall in love.
You know what we'll do?
What?
You'll come with us.
You crossed the line.
I won't leave you behind. Okay?
-Look, son. Maybe-- -She's coming with us!
She'll take Tokyo or Oslo's place, end of story!
No, listen.
I'm just a secretary.
I don't see myself running away from the police or shooting guns.
Or hiding who knows where. In Cambodia.
In some country without extradition laws. I don't.
It's better if I stay.
And when the police come, I'll say...
I did it because I had big-time Stockholm syndrome,
and that will be a mitigating circumstance.
That's what it was, right?
Stockholm.
What?
That could be nice.
If you come with us, you...
your name could be Stockholm.
I don't know, man!
Get out.
DO NOT CROSS POLICE LINE
Open it.
Get in.
We were all exhausted.
The lack of sleep,
the stress,
or the anguish of years keeping a secret that,
in that suffocating environment, was becoming harder to keep.
And all of us,
sooner or later,
lost control.
Except for Berlin.
He was the only one who stuck to the resting protocol.
Everyone else...
became unhinged.
I have tried being nice.
I tried to give you what you were promised.
To free you from Berlin.
To have this make sense!
After losing what I have lost, to give this some meaning.
I'm kind.
I've been kind.
And the world...
spits in my face.
I have tried...
to give you space...
and you screwed me over.
Berlin.
Hey. It's been over an hour and a half.
Don't you feel like
killing me
while I sleep?
Just a little.
Hey.
You're laughing.
That means you're not afraid of me anymore.
Let's say the dose of sedatives I'm taking counteracts my fear.
If everything works out,
which is...
unlikely if I don't take the reins again, but...
if it does all work out,
I'd like to propose a deal,
a romantic venture.
Within a few days I'll send you a plane ticket...
to a very...
distant place.
If you want...
you can come with me.
It'd be a very short time...
but with a lot of luxury.
And then,
after it ends,
you get to keep everything I have.
It would be really wonderful if you fell completely in love with me.
But...
I don't live on dreams
or false hopes.
I have many flaws, and I know it.
I could settle for you being...
my partner until my final farewell.
You and me together...
until the end.
You don't get it.
What do I have to do to get some respect?
What do I have to do?
Do I have to cut off one of your ears and send it to your father?
Or shoot you in the leg so you can't ever dance again?
That's a great idea!
It is time to be pragmatic.
The utopia
of collaboration
has failed.
Nairobi,
I appreciate you allowing me to take some time off from my duties,
but... we're all ready for me to be back in charge.
All yours.
This is a wonderful moment.
Stand up!
I told you...
I was going to protect you,
didn't I?
But I've changed my mind.
It's a lot more practical...
to torture you.
In concentration camps,
respect is a given.
Well, here it's going to be the same.
You're going to dig the tunnel...
until your hands bleed!
At night, you may cry in pain
in your cot,
but you will keep on digging!
You'll be on shifts without rest.
Otherwise, an epic punishment awaits you.
Just like your leader.
A man who will kill if he betrays us again.
Who will kill if he ever yearns for freedom again.
Whose sweat...
kills.
A man of explosive nature.
Now they're going to be scared of you, Arturo.
Although we've always known you're "the bomb."
Since you're an outcast, you'll stay here, secluded.
Helsinki and everyone else, to the tunnel!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go, quickly!
Subtitle translation by Andrés M.