STOP FRAUD
TRAITORS
They're attacking the bank.
The bank's under attack!
Seal off the building!
I repeat, seal off the building!
Code red, seal the doors. I repeat,
seal the bank doors.
Everyone, put on your vests! All of you!
And then the Bank of Spain will be sealed.
Even if it's sealed off,
the building's very big, Professor.
Too many windows, not enough men.
We can't defend the whole thing.
Good point, Helsinki.
A really good point, but...
this building...
has tricks.
This is the part of the Bank of Spain that interests us.
Its entire structure is reinforced with concrete walls
and steel sheets 180 centimeters thick.
From the outside,
it's basically a safe.
From the inside, it's an impenetrable fort.
Once code red has been activated, nobody, and I mean nobody,
will be allowed to go in or out for one hour.
That's the time we need to obtain a key piece
for stage two of our plan.
What piece?
The governor of the Bank of Spain...
will be in his office,
with his five personal bodyguards
who won't have a sense of humor.
It's like a scary carnival ride.
Everyone knows something weird is going on
and that things will jump out at them, but nobody really knows from where.
Governor, sir, I am Lieutenant Lorenzo. You need to come with us.
We have an armored car waiting to evacuate you.
Thank you, Amanda.
For now, I'm not leaving my office.
Sir...
it's an order from General Salas Núñez.
-It comes from the JEMAD. -I received it,
but I'm not following it.
I'm not leaving the bank until the last employee has left.
So, if you want to protect me,
you'll have to sit down and wait.
Coffee, anyone?
Amanda, if you would.
Come in.
At that moment, I wondered what Nairobi might be thinking.
I had only one thought in my mind:
draw my gun and rain hell down on them.
Take a break.
Have a seat.
May I ask which regiment you belong to?
We're airborne sappers
from BRIPAC,
sixth brigade.
With demining missions in Mali, Lebanon,
Afghanistan...
There were five bodyguards.
We had two guns each,
so we could each take out two men.
But it was still one too many.
Very risky business.
By the way,
how do you deactivate an anti-personnel mine?
It depends.
There are many types of mines,
and they each have different mechanisms.
There are the green parrots, the butterfly mines, the PMF-1s...
Some are set off by the same methods
that would defuse others.
Some explode when detecting movement. Some...
explode when you open them. Some even explode
-when you get too close to them. -May I use the bathroom?
By all means. You can use mine.
Excuse me.
Amanda, please.
This way.
But the worst are the Russian ones.
The Professor had prepared us for every eventuality.
But let's be honest...
it was one thing in theory, and another in practice.
Go! Move!
You'll be safe here.
Nothing to worry about among writers and poets, right?
Stay calm.
Hands in the air.
Like this. Like in a robbery.
Come on.
Very good.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Palermo.
And I have two pieces of news for you, one good and one bad.
The bad news is that the Bank of Spain is under attack.
And the good news...
is that we are the attackers!
Stay back!
Calm down!
Everyone, calm down!
VP 13.
VP 13?
They have an electronic deployment system
which works via seismic sensor control.
Touch them...
and you're screwed.
Afghanistan was full of them.
I see they've trained you well.
Sir, do not move.
Are you okay, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant!
Governor, sir...
Now you really must come with us.
Get up.
Come with me.
What are you doing?
Don't move.
Guns down!
Don't move!
Well...
this doesn't look good for either of us.
Let's call it a stalemate.
How the hell is this a stalemate?
You won't shoot the governor,
but I'll do this bitch in.
I'll do it.
Gandía!
Let the girl go.
Calm down, Amanda. It's all right, really. Everything's fine.
-Gandía, let the girl go. -No.
I don't want anyone harmed. That is an order.
Gandía, let the girl go!
I'm going with them. And I don't want you to do anything.
That's right.
I don't know what your plan is, but you're not getting out of here.
Then we're staying.
Shit!
-What the fuck? -Shit!
What the hell just happened?
-Shit! Okay... -What are you doing?
They're going down. We need to go up.
-We're going down. -Going down?
If we stay here, they'll shoot us. It's better to get out.
We're all in, Tokyo style.
Shit's about to hit the fan.
From now on, you belong to our wonderful family of hostages.
We'll enjoy some days of complete disconnection.
Take the masks and put them on, please.
Put the fucking masks on! Let's go!
So that nobody feels tempted to play the hero,
hand in your cell phones to my colleague, Denver.
Let's do it this way.
Raise your hand if you're a parent.
Okay.
We'll tag your cell phones in red,
so you can make one phone call a day.
Where's that coming from, moron?
Because I say so, and I'm the hostage coordinator.
Did you take a course?
Are you daddy of the year?
Everyone take out your cell phones now.
What about this white strawberry?
Oh, my God! You're such a snob, Tokyo!
He's such a cutie. What's his real name?
Ask his father.
Cincinnati.
No, come on!
The love of my life here
wanted the name Cynthia when she thought it was a girl.
However...
They couldn't really tell from the ultrasound.
-Why? -I could only have the first one done.
Do you remember where that was?
-Yes. -In that clinic in Sulawao.
-In Sulawesi. -Sulawesi.
-That one.
It looked like a filthy bike garage.
-Unbelievable! -So, we never went back.
They took a bullet out of me in a tractor garage during the war.
-You never told me that, honey. -For real.
-Where? -In the ass. Wanna see?
-No... -No!
Show them your pet, come on, Helsi.
-No. -Come on! Show them your pet, come on.
-Show us. -They're family.
Okay. Check this out. I have...
No way!
Don't look!
What are you doing?
Hey, big man,
want me to train your bear?
I'm good at training animals, you know?
-Did you want a girl or a boy, Mónica? -We didn't have a preference.
It didn't matter. As parents, you love it no matter what, right?
What?
A boy?
It's a boy!
It's a boy! A boy!
Boy!
I thought something had happened to the kid. Damn.
The whole town could hear him screaming, "It's a boy!"
So that's it. From Cynthia...
Cinthy...
Cincy-nati. Cincinnati.
Very logical, dear.
It's very logical.
Logical because he's got a city name.
Like the whole family.
This family.
Cincinnati.
Right?
My love. My little boy.
To Cincinnati!
-Best wishes! -Here, here.
Cheers! To everyone!
Come on.
Guys.
I want to thank you for all you're doing.
On behalf of Rio and I.
-Thank you. -To Rio!
-Cheers.
We're doing all this for Rio, Tokyo, but...
also for all of us.
Right now, they think they can't lose.
Chasing us like dogs, forcing us out of our holes...
torturing us, violating our human rights.
They don't care.
If we hide like rats,
they'll hit us again,
one by one.
There's only one way to avoid that: to face them.
Listen, in this world...
everything is governed by a simple balance:
what you can win
and what you can lose. And right now...
they think they have nothing to lose.
And when you think you have nothing to lose,
you get stronger.
Well...
we will show them...
how much they have...
to lose.
Where's the governor?
Where is he?
Palermo!
We have a problem.
Tokyo.
Stay calm.
-Tokyo. -Easy.
Easy.
On the count of three, shoot and drop to the ground.
One...
Two...
Drop your weapons, you rats!
Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce myself.
I'm Palermo. I'm the one in charge of this heist.
So, please, aim at my chest. I'm your most valuable target.
Aim at her!
At her.
Okay...
I see we have a few seconds before it starts,
so let's talk about anatomy, okay?
Human beings have two eyes.
And unlike chameleons,
their eyes are fixed and are located in the front of the head.
This is clearly a handicap for you in a shoot-out.
Shoot, and your girls will be dead.
I'm talking to you, Gandía.
I know you go to the shooting range every Sunday,
you buy gun magazines,
you've been waiting your whole fucking life for this,
to be a hero.
Let me give you some advice.
Think of Marisa,
imagine your son Juanito's angelic face...
and put your gun down very slowly, son of a bitch.
Okay.
At that moment, the Professor realized
that this heist would be very different from the one at the Royal Mint.
This one didn't come from his head,
and he hadn't had the time to make it his own.
Had he had a rewind button, he would have pressed it right then.
But he didn't have one.
Are you okay, Tokyo?
Say something!
Are you okay?
Go check on Palermo!
We unloaded our ammo on their vests, following the Professor's instructions.
-Help Palermo! -But we were too late.
Wake up! Where's the governor?
We have to get him out of here. Find a stretcher!
Everything's gone to hell! His eyes are full of glass!
Oh, my God! Shit!
Help me!
Move!
Up against the wall! Against the wall!
Come on! Move!
Come on! Hurry up!
-Come on! Hurry up! -Move!
-Almost there. -Careful.
It's okay.
-Painkillers! -I'll get them.
Calm down, Palermo. I'm taking this off, okay? Slowly.
Slowly... Easy...
Very good.
Okay. Open your eyes now. Slowly.
Come on.
Very good.
I can't keep them open for too long. I can't.
Can you see?
I can't see shit. What's happening?
Shit.
Okay.
Do you see the light?
It's as if I were in Maracanã Stadium.
Does that tell you anything? You're an eye doctor now?
Tokyo, he needs an ophthalmologist!
-Call the Professor. -Okay.
I see the glass.
Okay. Stockholm, first aid kit number four.
-The surgical one. -Okay.
Hurry up.
-What are you going to do? -I'm going to remove them.
-Really? How? -With tweezers.
I wouldn't do that. Let's call the Professor and release three hostages
-in exchange for an eye doctor. -Denver!
-Shut up and leave! -Okay.
Listen to me, Palermo.
My hand is steadier than a Swiss watchmaker's.
I'm getting that glass out.
Do you know why they use lasers for eye surgery?
-Yes. -For just a tiny detail.
Precision. Eye operations need to be precise to the micrometer.
Check this out, Denver.
Tokyo wants to use the same tweezers she uses
to trim her jungle down there.
Come on!
This is ridiculous!
Say what you told me again. Say it again.
How was it?
I'm sure your peach down there is all silky.
Now say, "I will never mention
my colleagues' pussies ever again."
I will never mention my colleagues' pussies again.
I didn't get that.
-I'll never mention your pussy, bitch. -Fucking awesome, Palermo.
We're at your service.
Okay. We'll deal with my eyes later.
-Denver, on my right. -What's up?
Give me your arm. You're my second in command now.
-I'm your damn guide dog now? -Silence!
-Tokyo! -What?
We have 14 tons of steel below. Tell me Nairobi is with Bogotá.
That's right.
Let's go.
Listen. What are you doing?
-Are you going to tie us up like dogs? -I'm not, honey.
We're all family here, in case you need to take a piss.
I'm going to kill you.
Governor, I beg your pardon.
I'll hold onto this for you.
Your attention, please.
We have placed 460 kilos of explosives
on the doors, windows,
at every entrance and exit, so in case anyone tries to escape...
Boom!
They will do so in pieces.
It's not worth it.
True, we must all stay here together for a few days, that's right,
but during that time,
we will protect you all.
And you will protect us.
How wonderful!
And now, whenever you want, you can take the masks off.
Now!
How's that?
How are you?
Now that we can see each other,
let me introduce you to Mr. Bogotá.
He's going to pick four volunteers.
My name is Bogotá, and I came to do the hard part of the job.
We're going to work at over 65 degrees Celsius.
It's going to feel like a fucking crematorium.
We'll be doing shifts of 12, 14, 16, or 24 hours.
As many as you can handle.
Who's in?
Name.
Agustín.
-Agustín Montoro. -Why are you here?
I was... exchanging currency.
Step forward.
Congratulations, you're our first volunteer.
-Next. -Miguel Fernández Alanilla,
-from Totana, Murcia. -Okay.
-What do you do? -I'm an operations and systems intern.
IT.
-Unqualified. -Unqualified. Next!
Name. Why are you here?
Alfonso.
I have-- I had an appointment with the Public Debt Department.
Step forward. Congratulations, you're our second volunteer. Next!
Name. Why are you here?
Amanda. I'm the governor's secretary.
Unqualified. Come on, next!
Name!
Matías Caño.
Qualified! Step forward.
-No, ma'am. -Don't "ma'am" me.
You're our next volunteer.
I'm no volunteer.
Okay. Can you see this finger?
This finger points at the volunteers,
and it is pointing at you over and over again.
So, please, step forward because you're now a volunteer.
Ma'am, I'm no volunteer.
-What was your name again? -Matías Caño.
What?
Matías Caño.
Okay, Matías Caño.
You're coming with me right fucking now.
Let's go. Move!
Come on!
Go to the elevator!
Don't move!
Go in!
-What was that about? -Are you stupid?
What was that about not volunteering?
To make it more believable.
Believable? Do you think you're Anthony fucking Hopkins now?
-I had to act like a hostage, right? -Are you fucking joking?
From the producers of "coming with me right fucking now,"
the blacksmith-actor, coming to a workshop near you.
I think I did an awesome job. It went smooth.
I'll slap your face smooth.
Six years!
Six fucking years working with this guy,
and six times I've wanted to slam his head.
My dears,
in the next few minutes,
your balls are on the line.
Sergio! The CNI is arriving.
Tap them.
Colonel Tamayo.
Inspector.
-Time of explosion. -12:04.
Then we heard shooting inside. There are explosives everywhere.
-How were they detonated? -We're not sure yet.
Plastic explosive, RDX. Expertly made.
They're bluffing.
Doesn't seem like it. There are explosives in the front, on the roof, inside--
I've studied them. They won't blow up the Bank of Spain.
With all due respect, they're capable of anything.
I could take a piss out there, and nothing would happen. They're scum.
-Listen, Colonel-- -Please.
Alfonso.
How are you doing?
I'm fucked big-time, Luis.
I can't.
I'm sorry. You take charge.
Don't worry.
Get some rest.
Luis.
Call her.
I sent her to interrogate Aníbal Cortés.
Call her.
Everyone, we all know each other already.
I'm Colonel Tamayo, Intelligence. I'm taking over this operation.
First, I want the queen bitch here. Get me Alicia Sierra.
Get her on the phone now.
Let's get to work.
Get me Inspector Sierra right now.
It's her.
Inspector Sierra, you've got a call from Colonel Tamayo.
-Talk to me. -Alicia, Tamayo here.
-Did you get anything out of him? -Nothing that can help us, Luis.
Send him to his mommy. She'll make him some soup.
He's worn out from all the drugs and chit-chat.
Put him on a plane and come with him to Madrid.
You've got work here.
Let me play a part in this, Luis.
Say you want me to get that shepherd and his damn flock out of the bank.
Exactly.
Fuck, yeah...
I'm so happy, my water could break!
I don't like to have to tell you this... in front of all this beauty,
but I've got some pretty unpleasant news.
I've been diagnosed with Mom's illness.
How long?
Three years.
At the least. You know how pessimistic doctors are.
In the end, it'll be six.
Or nine.
Like the lives of a stray cat.
Andrés.
We'll call it all off and find a treatment abroad.
Firstly, there's no cure.
And, secondly, I enjoy stealing much more.
Do you want to risk spending the time you have left behind bars?
If a painter told you he had three years left to live,
-would you ask him to stop painting? -Andrés, please...
Look.
Would you have told Michelangelo to stop sculpting his David?
No. Of course not.
You'd have said: "Forza, Michelangelo!
Continue pursuing your passion."
A painter? A poet? It's the same thing.
"Gentlemen,
continue creating beauty."
And this heist, Sergio,
is a tribute to beauty.
It's our masterpiece.
Sixteen minutes...
and 15 seconds.
Sixteen minutes...
and 15 seconds.
That's all we have.
The moment you touch this door,
the vault will fill with water.
Sixteen minutes and 15 seconds.
The time it takes the water to reach here.
Either we make a hole
and weld the interconnection tube in that time,
or that's it, we all end up in prison...
for nothing.
For breaking a door.
But that...
that's not gonna happen to us.
And that's not going to happen to us because,
Bogotá, what are we?
The fucking best.
What are we?
The fucking best.
No. Not like that.
You can't melt a 14-ton door like that.
-What are we? -The fucking best!
That's much better! Raise your lances!
What you see here is not a door.
This is butter.
And you...
You're going to melt it down.
Burnt butter! Take your positions!
Come on, Sergio.
It's okay. Imagine it.
Imagine it. You can do it.
Imagine it with me now.
A 14-ton steel door.
And right there,
the best blacksmiths in the world.
Ready?
Tick-tock!
Now!
The moment we touch that door, water will pour in,
7,500 liters per minute.
Tick-tock!
Come on! Hurry up!
Don't stop!
Once it's full,
you'd be crushed
if you opened that door.
But we're not going to open it.
Exactly.
We're going to penetrate it.
Bring the ram!
Go!
Now!
The tube!
Go! Lead the way!
In the 16 minutes it takes the vault to fill up, we'll play...
Jacques-Yves...
Cousteau.
One, two, three.
Push!
Ready!
Without opening that door, a welder will go in.
Here.
Okay, we're ready. Our fate is in your hands.
Put on the oxygen first.
-There's enough time. -What are you doing?
-I've got time! -What the fuck?
Put your oxygen on, Bogotá!
Shit! Why? Why the hell does someone always have to be the hero?
There's always someone who has to play the fucking hero!
And in there, with water rising by the second,
begins the real fantasy of the new millennium.
Welding, from both sides, a small, interconnecting antechamber.
With water rising by the minute, it's better than a Bond movie, isn't it?
Not even James Bond himself could weld that antechamber in such a short time.
Exactly!
That's why we'll hire the best welder in the world.
If the water reaches the welded joint, or if it's not perfectly sealed...
the water would enter the cracks with such force
that we'd need four or five days to get him out.
So, he'd die!
He'd die!
But what robbery doesn't have risks?
Go!
Don't waste time!
Anyway, brother, let's not think about that just now.
Come on! Just one more minute!
Just give me one more minute!
Tell me, who could imagine that?
Who?
I'm going in.
An interconnecting antechamber.
Just like a bathyscaphe!
So then,
my dearest brother, then come the bubbles.
You used to love ocean documentaries.
Well, now you'll be awestruck.
As the flotation levels out...
Bogotá!
You're alive!
...you turn around...
and see the bubbles rising.
They sparkle...
because of the gold ingots
until they burst against the ceiling.
You'll think you're in the space station.
But you aren't.
You're in the vault of the Bank of Spain.
There... floating...
It'd be like entering a sunken galleon in the middle of the ocean.
Ninety tons of 24 karat pure gold.
What do you think?
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
I told you!
Compay!
Do not leave me in the dark
To die like a traitor
Do not leave me in the dark
To die like a traitor
I am good, and good as I am
I will die facing the sun
Facing the sun, brother. I want to die on a beach.
When the judge comes to pick up my body, I want him to say, "That bastard!"
Let's dance.
Dance with me.
My babies...
Look what I brought.
Look at these little earrings I've found. Would you look at that?
Golden! Sweet gold!
That's right!
Subtitle translation by Carolina Daza León