Assault unit is approaching.
Move! I want a clean intervention.
They're armed and extremely dangerous.
Let's go, fast!
First floor, clear.
I want every floor cleared. Let's go!
Watch all the exits.
Second floor, clear.
Please…
-Police! -Let's go!
-Hands up! -Police!
Colonel, are you okay?
My wife.
Let's go!
Luis!
No one's here.
How long has it been?
I don't know. A few minutes.
It's Sierra. She's carrying a baby.
No one has left the building.
Check every apartment. If nobody opens, break the door down.
Set up a cage operation
with a one-mile perimeter no one can get out of.
Bravo 41 calling all available units.
Cage Operation, Chamberí district. Limits, Valdebebas, and Canillas.
I repeat, Bravo 41 calling all available units.
Listen, ma'am.
Everything's going to be okay, but you can't scream.
Give me the baby.
And my glasses. I need my glasses.
Let's go, quick.
-Open the door! -Police!
You're bleeding. You're not going to go, are you?
I have to go back. This is the final stretch.
But I promise you one thing.
This is my last stretch.
Call in the army. Declare martial law.
We're going to search the neighborhood door to door.
No, please--
Calm down.
Open the door now!
Police! Open the door!
Let's go!
Police! Open the door!
Police! Come on! Let's go!
See you later.
-What's going on? -Move over.
What the hell?
Police!
Open the door! Police!
The baby.
The baby's asleep.
Let's go!
-The baby. -The baby's fine.
Good evening.
Let's go!
Clear!
They escaped through the courtyard.
-Go! -Let's go!
Everyone go to the courtyard!
-Your glasses. -What?
Your sunglasses. It's dark out.
So what? Who cares?
-Take them off. -Shut up.
They're coming.
-Shut up. -They're coming.
Calling all units. They left through the restaurant.
-Turn around! -Legs apart!
We'll get there faster if we take the subway.
Turn around! Hands against the wall!
Professor?
Professor, do you copy?
Quiet, boys.
-Professor? -Professor?
-Marseille to Benjamín. -Copy.
The Professor's gone.
Come again?
I think Alicia Sierra kidnapped him, again.
My men are here. What should we do?
Do as the Professor asked. Take command.
I'll take the three cars to the stormwater tank.
I have to tie up all loose ends.
What?
Let's go to 2B.
Come on.
There.
No one's home.
Come on.
Clear.
Fuck, it's a cat.
"Plants, twice a week. Cat, one bowl a day."
"Thanks, Herminia."
The plants were watered today.
So Herminia won't be back until tomorrow.
The government has declared martial law.
We're here to protect you.
Quick!
Let's go!
This is starting to look like the Warsaw ghetto.
They're going to search every house.
Come here.
Is it possible my illness is starting to get to you?
It is, isn't it?
No.
-No. -Yes.
It's just that I'm moved by this wonderful plan with the gold.
There are a few details I still…
-Go on. -Yeah.
-How to get the gold out, for instance. -Grit.
We're going to turn 90 tons of gold into rice.
And then, jet propulsion.
We'll get it out of the building using a pressure pump.
-With a pump? -Yes.
Through the pipes?
Is there a pressure pump in the bank?
-Of course not. -Right.
We had to go to Norway to get one.
From an oil platform. What do you think about that?
There was also one in Saudi Arabia, but I was too lazy to go that far.
Of course.
What matters, Sergio,
is that we're going to have a geyser of golden light flowing through the pipes.
There's no margin for error.
Andrés, the whole plan is a margin for error.
How old are those pipes? Fifty, 70 years old?
A hundred.
Do you think they were designed to support the flow of gold under pressure?
They'll hold!
Where will the gold be delivered? To a sewer?
No!
I love this. In the biggest stormwater tank in Europe.
In a stormwater tank? What if it rains?
What if it starts pouring that day? It would collapse!
You can kiss your plan and life goodbye, simply because it rained.
No, it's not science, it's…
wishful thinking.
It's optimistic science!
What are you talking about?
-It's hopeful science. -Who's talking?
The brain of someone planning a heist or the brain of a child?
A child's.
I'm proud of that.
-I'm Peter Pan himself. -I see.
No one's going to make me lose hope, not you or anyone else.
Because only then, through willful immaturity,
can one achieve great things.
The sort of things that other,
mature people, serious people, can never achieve.
They can't even imagine it because they're all so very sensible!
And for those of us who think, is there anything we can hold onto?
Anything?
Because I'd love to check the facts.
Martín has it all figured out. Every last detail.
And he'd be delighted to share it with to you.
Come on, guys, let's go.
The waterwheel goes last, okay Darko?
The waterwheel goes last.
Benjamín, are you there?
Yes, Miss Lisbon.
The Professor has disappeared.
Wait a minute.
What do you mean "the Professor has disappeared"?
Is he in the Bermuda Triangle?
How would I know? I don't know.
Fuck…
But we have to make a decision right now. What should we do with the gold?
I'm sorry, are you planning a referendum?
Because I don't give a shit about democracy.
We're getting the gold out.
There's no room for debate.
If you let them debate, they'll draw their weapons.
Let me draw mine first. Don't fuck with me, we know each other.
The police might be at the gold's exit point.
The police aren't in the stormwater tank. The plan is still on, understood?
If that were the case, we'd be committing the stupidest robbery in the world.
Melting 90 tons of gold to hand it over to the police.
I said the police aren't at the stormwater tank.
The gold is worth nothing to us here. Do you get it, sweetie?
We're holding the gold hostage.
Great.
We take the hostage, offer it to Tamayo, and negotiate.
Is that your master plan? Are you the genius?
Yes, honey, I'm a fucking genius,
and I have the machinery down there to prove it, don't worry.
Is that all you care about?
Proving that your wonderful plan works?
Yes, but also about saving your lives.
We're going to do that by getting the gold out of here.
Palermo is right.
There are only two people out there
who can tell them how we're getting the gold out.
The Professor, and he's not going to tell, and Alicia Sierra.
She'll use that information to negotiate and get off the hook.
And I assure you
that negotiating with Intelligence will be tough.
It'll take hours.
We'll have time to get the gold out. That's what we're going to do.
This woman has sex appeal and balls.
We're going to get the gold out of here!
We're going to get it out.
Just then, Palermo recovered his enthusiasm.
The last time he had that sparkle in his eyes
was five years ago,
when someone woke him up in the middle of the night.
I told him the plan.
What did he say?
Let's say he thought it was
a real wonder.
Let me be precise.
He said it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
Don't fuck with me. Are you serious?
Martín,
I told him the gist of it.
He wants you to explain all the technical details.
So, it's your turn.
No shit.
Oh my God, I can't believe it.
Let's see.
Houndstooth? Tartan? Something that exudes intellect.
I'd say that's a bit sophisticated for 3:00 a.m.
A touch of genius would be good, but go for something casual.
For Palermo and Berlin, "maturity" meant the same thing,
the end of hopes and dreams,
and starting to approach life with a certain bitter awareness.
After all, maturing, like growing old, consists of gradually discarding dreams.
Bogotá, get in the water!
-Bogotá! -What?
Get in the water!
You didn't have to get him out of bed now. We could have done it tomorrow morning.
It's a great privilege for me to be here.
What do your curiosity and sharp intellect require?
Tell me.
Let's say we've turned the 90 tons into grit.
-Yes? -Now what?
Now we put the diver back in the water, only, this time, with two hoses.
Having completely ransacked the vault like King Tut's tomb,
the diver will make the key connection.
That will allow us to move the gold off-site.
-How? -We have the vault, right?
There's 3,170 gallons of water. That will be our driving force.
Through this black pipe, the water goes into this pump,
where it'll mix with the gold.
And the 90 tons of grit will flow through this red hose,
smoothly, towards the drainage system.
-Diameter of the hose? -Five inches.
You can't get enough pressure to get the gold out with that hose.
Exactly.
Because, for now, the gold will be sleeping peacefully in the drainpipes.
The real pressure
will come a little later.
We will proceed to open every door.
We are prepared to use force, and will not allow…
Delta Unit entering.
What are you doing?
We're going to hide.
Let's go, move it!
Let's go!
Armed forces. Open the door, please.
Hurry up.
Open the door!
Armed forces! Open the door!
Open the door, please!
Open the door! Armed forces!
Open the door!
Get the doorkeeper.
Open the door!
-Open the door! -Hurry up!
What's going on?
-No one's home. They're on vacation. -Open it anyway.
Everyone on guard.
-This isn't it, 2A… -Come on, man. Hurry up.
These things take time. It's not that easy.
Come on.
Come here, baby girl.
Don't you know which one it is?
Get down.
Delta Unit entering.
Alfa Unit standing by.
Bravo Unit, first floor checked and clear.
Clear!
Delta Unit, send the doorkeeper to the third floor.
Bedroom clear. Let's go.
It's all clear. Let's go.
They're gone.
Gentlemen! Today we're making our mark on the universal history of larceny!
Let's go, boys! Let's make history together.
-Come on! -Let's go!
This is where the next stage begins.
When we move the gold that was sleeping in the drainpipes.
That would cause the pipes to clog.
That's why we have a second pump, the one we stole in Norway.
Connect the pump!
Let's go, gentlemen!
Isn't she beautiful? I love her.
It's a technical marvel, 5,300 kilowatts of power.
Sergio, that means we'll move the gold at 10,7 feet per second. That's crazy!
There's one problem.
Now he's wondering about…?
The loss of pressure due to friction.
Darcy-Weisbach equation. It's measured to the millimeter.
-The only problem we might have… -Is too much pressure.
Open the valves!
The pump has a pressure regulator. We'll control it ourselves.
I'll activate the pump.
The pump will gain traction and push the gold.
And 91 minutes and 37 seconds later,
our booty will have traveled the 11,1 miles between the gold vault
and point B, commonly referred to as the "stormwater tank."
And there, manna will rain down
from heaven.
Am I crazy or am I the only one who sees this?
Bogotá, pressure!
Three thousand kilopascals!
Three thousand five hundred!
Let's go, darling.
Four thousand!
Come on, precious.
-Let's go, for God's sake! -Four thousand five hundred!
Five thousand! Now!
Nothing yet.
Relax, we still have a few seconds. Don't get anxious, man.
We're getting there.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Now!
Benjamín, do you copy?
Nothing yet.
I repeat, there's nothing here, Palermo. Maybe there was a miscalculation.
God damn it!
Science doesn't live on numbers and calculations alone.
Have a little faith.
A little love too.
Come on, darling.
It's not just about the gold.
It's all the nights we spent planning together.
The hours and hours
we spent stuck on the same problems.
The joy and euphoria on the days when we found the solution.
Those were the best times of my life. I'm begging you.
Please don't let all this be a mistake.
Don't make it all an illusion. I'm begging you.
Please, my dear, come on. Please, let's go, damn it.
Come on, damn it. You can do it. Come on, dear God. Come on!
Let's go!
It's coming out!
The gold is coming out!
-We did it! -Yeah!
Guys, set up the waterwheel.
Benjamín, start making the ingots.
Let's go! Start making ingots!
We did it, Tokyo.
We did it.
A rate of 14,582 gallons of water and gold per minute, brother.
It's poetry. It's pure poetry.
How was your shower?
Too bad there's no men's clothes here, right Victoria?
When did you last eat?
What day is it today?
I'll try to cook something hot.
This Harris's Hawk, a bird of prey, is an expert hunter.
As soon as it detects its prey, it swoops down at full speed.
This will do you good.
I can't remember the last time someone took care of me.
Actually, I can.
My husband.
I didn't shed a tear at his funeral.
I felt nothing while torturing Aníbal Cortés.
Nothing.
My career is ruined. Still, nothing.
All I've done is…
chase you.
I didn't feel the nausea
or the exhaustion,
because I…
I thought if I chased you fast enough…
…the sadness wouldn't catch me.
And now, look.
Here we are.
Can we…
…pretend you're a friend who came over to cook and see the baby.
This may be the last normal day we have in the next 25 years.
Let's pretend the police aren't out there.
And we'll eat, and you can ask me silly things,
things about the baby, until she falls asleep,
while we watch TV.
Is that okay?
Of course.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not your friend.
I never will be.
I'll never be your friend.
I see us as a marriage of convenience.
Or something like that.
Eat.
It's good. Thanks.
Say something.
Over the last few hours…
…I've lost two…
very important people.
Not for the plan, not for the heist.
They were important to me.
In my personal life.
And I'm not going to let
anyone else go down
for this heist.
I won't let you go down.
Okay.
So,
you'd better get used to this sort of situation.
I won't allow Victoria to grow up in a prison maternity ward.
I won't arrest you either.
Sounds good.
Like a velociraptor, it chases its prey on the ground.
Sergio…
We need to get you some new shoes.
The kangaroo rat runs for its life, but the chicks…
We need to rebuild the bone, and anchor it to a titanium plate.
You need general anesthesia.
What?
No way. I'm not going to sleep.
From the waist up, I'm a watchman.
From the waist down, I'm a patient.
Doctor, you do your job, I can take it.
Use an epidural.
He'll be crippled.
Cripples scare people.
If we're going to go to prison, scaring people isn't all that bad.
To tell you the truth, I can't even imagine what prison is like.
A cell? A cell is a horrible experience.
Horrible.
But I think that the worst part isn't losing your freedom.
It's being deprived of affection.
I don't know. Physical touch,
wanting to hug your child, or wanting your mom to hug you,
and not having them there.
Then there's Sergio.
Now that I've finally found something passable…
My God.
Twenty-five years in prison will wipe it all away,
because no relationship can withstand that absence.
Or you can spend 25 years thinking that everything will be the same,
and suddenly, when you have the chance to be with that person and kiss them,
shit, you realize
how much time has passed, right?
And that you've spent years romanticizing about something that isn't…
that isn't there, that doesn't exist.
You need to know I kissed Denver,
and I swear I'm telling you this now because it meant nothing.
I know I shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't help it.
I've been obsessed with him for years. Today I realized there's nothing there.
Hey.
Do you have anything for stress, Doctor?
An antipsychotic would be better.
I passed the service corridors. I'm at the junction.
Listen, go left.
In 65 feet, on your left will be a trapdoor, and you're there.
Every single ingot must be marked.
Any problems with smelting?
This is fun, isn't it?
Giddyap! Let's go!
Quickly! Come on, let's go guys!
Let's go!
We're on the first batch of ingots.
Perfect. We're almost done here.
For the love of God, let's go.
Hey.
-Is Lisbon single? -What?
Does she have anyone on the outside?
Why the fuck do you ask?
It's just that I saw her twisting Rio's arm, and…
And what?
Ballsy chicks like her get me hotter than the fucking forge.
Well, she was in a really fucked up relationship.
She needs someone to restore her faith in men.
Yes. You need to just go for it, but aggressively.
She's got a big personality. No beating around the bush.
No strolls in the park.
-Exactly. -Got it?
Gloves off, no beating around the bush, knife between your teeth.
I recommend you do the following.
As soon as you get the chance, make out with her.
In an elevator, the bathroom, wherever. Remember, she just got out of jail.
Do you know what I mean? Do you?
Show no mercy.
What's up with you?
It's that…
I was unfaithful to my wife.
With a hostage?
With Manila.
And did you go all the way?
Well, I didn't go all the way, but I kissed her on the mouth.
I moved first.
Heat of the moment, no big deal.
Let's go, guys. It's time to shine!
How is it "no big deal"?
A few seconds later, I kissed Stockholm in the same place.
One's spit got in the other's mouth.
She's shooting up morphine to overcome post-traumatic stress
while I've been an ass. I don't know how to tell her.
Stop right there, okay?
Never, ever, in your fucking life,
do you admit you cheated.
Especially not half an hour after doing it.
If you feel guilty, you fucking deal with it.
Don't think with your dick next time. You're going to keep quiet.
Even if she catches you naked in bed with another woman,
tell her she's hallucinating.
Keep your mouth shut.
Hey, look at me.
Because once you confess,
that's written in stone, it's like confessing to the police.
And then, my friend,
there's no way to fix things.
The baby.
Honey.
Sergio.
-What are you doing? -I found a cell phone.
It's charging. It's at two bars.
It's a little old, but it'll work.
INCOMING CALL
Hello?
-Who are you? -I'm Shakir.
-I support the Professor from Asia. -Holy moly.
I'm Benjamín.
I'll put you through.
Yes, of course.
-Professor. -Listen.
We're out of time. Call the Serbians.
They're here.
I made them come to guard the outer perimeter.
That's great, Benjamín.
You put me in charge. I'm taking things as they come.
I'm doing the best I can.
In that case, you have a mission now.
Marseille, let's go.
We have a mission. Tell the Serbians.
Boris, with us. Get the circular saws,
the thermal lances, the welding machine, mops, and a few guns.
And the rest of you, keep making ingots like there's no tomorrow!
Let's go!
Get out, and get changed.
Deep down, Berlin and the Professor were a lot alike.
They both designed plans based on one powerful concept…
Thrill.
Stop right there.
For the Professor, "thrill" meant disguising the extraordinary
as something completely ordinary.
A garbage truck.
For Berlin, "thrill" meant believing the impossible was possible.
And although he didn't think so,
in that way, the Professor was like his brother.
Because only with that childlike fantasy
can one play hide-and-seek on a street guarded by soldiers.
A garbage truck is asking for permission to enter at control point 1-2-6.
Berlin's Peter Pan pride radiated over the most important escape of all…
Crossing clear.
…an all-or-nothing gamble in a magical moment.
Like when they discovered the heist was technically possible.
It was as if they knew how to get to Mars, but not how to return.
But they celebrated enthusiastically, as only children can.
One, two, three…
hide-and-seek.
That's how it happened.
In an instant of complete normalcy.
The truck swallowed the garbage.
But it was much more than that.
Professor.
It was putting the heist's brain back in charge of the game,
with a new brain by his side.
And more importantly…
…the Professor realized
the enthusiasm for the heist his brother had infected him with
had now infected his entire team.
That while he had been in technical KO, lying on the canvas…
You'll see, Professor.
-We did the best we could. -That's good.
…the machinery had kept running.
The gold was outside,
and the exterior foundry was in full swing.
The dream was more alive than ever.
They did it.
Palermo, they did it.
There's a foundry in the stormwater tank.
Of course it's out, brother!
Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?
The gold is coming out.
The gold is coming out!
This one's for you, Andrés.
With a pump this powerful, they'll hear the suction or the pumping.
It'll be easy for them to figure out we're using the pipes.
Why won't they be waiting for us?
That's an excellent question, Sergio, but we do have the answer.
And the answer is the difference between a white-collar thief
and us.
The difference between being good and being a genius.
And we aspire to genius.
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick