Good evening.
-Good evening, thank you. -Good evening.
Look, there's lobster thermidor.
We're going to dine like royalty, my love.
Andrés, we need to talk.
I don't like the sound of that sentence. That's how all breakups begin.
I know.
I tried to find the best time to tell you, but I guess there never is one.
Don't say it's because of my illness.
Hey, my love.
My love,
but that's the best reason to stay together.
Don't you see? We're not weighed down by "the rest of our lives."
That burdens any relationship.
Our love is just for our enjoyment,
because it's vibrant, light, ephemeral.
It's pure hope. Do you know why?
Because
loving someone who's terminally ill opens the door for the next love.
It's like one of those wonderful trips around old Europe.
First, you go to Rome, then Vienna…
You don't like Vienna? No problem. Istanbul is around the corner.
What if I make it easier?
Let's say our relationship has changed.
That we used to dream big.
We wanted to visit Greenland, see the northern lights.
But after the vineyards in California
came Madrid.
And we're still here.
You used to talk about stealing the Spanish gold reserve.
And here we are, city hopping. Doing what?
Stealing some diamonds here,
some Viking gold chalices there.
It's not easy to retain that initial level of fascination.
Everyone gives their all during the chase.
So, you want a divorce?
I do.
Can I take your order now?
Not yet. You don't need to fill her glass. It seems I'll be having this wine alone.
I just want to know one thing.
It's something small. Can I ask?
Is there someone else?
Don't make this harder.
No. Come on, I can't believe it.
That's the last thing you're going to say to me?
I've spent my whole life searching for something real.
Every second of my life, in every decision I've made.
And now I'm left with two of the most overused sentences in movie history?
"We need to talk," and "Don't make this harder"?
Follow that car.
Stop here.
We're running out of water.
This is the stormwater tank.
The water's fluctuating.
That's it! The last nuggets just came out!
It's done!
We did it!
Colonel.
Besides the engine, I just heard a sharp suction noise.
Did you say "suction"? What are you talking about?
It sounds like water going down a drain, but on steroids.
They're drawing water out. Lots of gallons.
No.
Play it again. Clear the signal as much as you can.
It does sound like water being suctioned.
I'd say they've emptied the vault.
Did they get the gold out?
I don't know. Maybe.
You and the other engineer told me it wasn't possible.
It wasn't possible using the bank's pump.
It isn't strong enough to get that gold out.
Unless it's been reduced to micron-sized pieces.
Even still, I doubt they could move 90 tons.
You don't know what they're capable of.
They're pumping the gold out! Tell me where it's going! Figure it out!
Professor?
Hey, in class you never told us it'd be so fucking hard
to get the gold out.
Nor did I say it'd be easy.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be the criminal genius
you fell in love with, like a 15-year-old.
You're so silly.
Over and out.
Well, it seems things are coming to an end, aren't they?
Yes.
When we get out…
I'm going to buy a motorcycle,
and imprint the shape of my ass in the seat.
I'll ride it around the world.
Sounds good.
What do you prefer, beach or pool?
Beach?
One-piece or bikini?
What's this, a Cosmopolitan questionnaire?
It's just small talk.
But if you want, when we get out,
I'll take you out.
And finish the questionnaire.
Those embraces were not only a celebration of triumph,
or the heartfelt tribute to those who fell along the way.
It was the uproar of a handful of insignificant people
who had managed to move 90 tons of gold through a pipe,
sending out a message of hope to the world.
"The impossible is possible."
But the attack wasn't over.
And we were going to need massive amounts of that hope
in the next few hours of the heist.
Ahead of us we'd simply have to face
the harshest reality check ever.
I heard we got the gold out.
I kissed Manila.
Actually, that's not important.
What matters is I'm really confused.
I think I have more in common with her than with you.
Do you know what I used to do in Indonesia?
I'd tell you I was going to buy wood, but I'd go party for two days.
I did it behind your back because I felt everything I wanted was wrong.
I don't know.
Being with Manila somehow
made me realize that I'm not wrong.
Aren't you going to say anything?
I'd rather talk later, Denver.
I have an awful headache, and…
I'd rather get some rest.
Alone.
Sure.
They must be moving it through the stream that floods the vault.
All the water is gathered in two natural streams,
and then drains into another stream in the south.
Motherfuckers.
They wouldn't move it through the drain or sewer.
They're pumping the gold far away, through the stream.
They must have brought in a more powerful pump.
To cover those 16 miles of channels carrying 90 tons of gold,
they'd need at least an oil-pipeline pump.
Find Suárez. We need to comb that stream.
And bring me the pipe maps.
I want to know everywhere those channels go,
where they end, everything.
We're launching an offensive.
What now?
Well, now we'll assign lookout shifts, freshen up. How does that sound?
And wait for the Professor to act.
Where are they sending the gold?
These channels lead to many factories, treatment plants,
hydraulic facilities, stormwater tanks…
We need to check every single one.
I want soldiers combing every cubic inch of water in those pipes.
There are over 5,000 soldiers surrounding the bank,
and running Operation Cage to find the Professor.
-How many police officers can we count on? -About 480 units.
And your men, Suárez. Everyone, off to the stream!
Come on!
Constant communication.
SUBWAY BANK OF SPAIN
Let's go!
There's not much movement outside. Just some vehicles leaving the perimeter.
I think things are calming down.
The police are still looking for me in Madrid. Get some rest.
Arteche, do you copy?
Arteche, what's going on?
I need a few minutes.
Okay, roger that.
Stockholm.
Stockholm. It's Tokyo.
I'm here.
What's going on? Mónica!
Mónica!
What's wrong?
I'm going crazy.
I saw Arturo. Arturo talks to me.
And Tokyo is in the dumbwaiter.
It's okay.
I think I have psychosis.
I see things and shoot at them. I'm dangerous. I need to get out.
-I need medical help. -You can't leave.
Denver, I surrender. I want to get out.
I almost killed you.
-I'm dangerous. -Listen.
I have an idea, okay?
I'm going to lock you in the vault.
-No. -You can't hurt anyone in there.
-I have to get out. -I'll look after you.
I'll look after you. If you don't get better, I'll get you out.
Okay?
Okay.
Suárez, all channels must be checked.
Your unit will go to the treatment plant. The rest will continue southbound.
BANK OF SPAIN
TREATMENT PLANT
SOUTH WATER CHANNEL
WATER-LEVEL CONTROL SYSTEM
LA DEHESA HYDRAULIC DAM
SANTA JUSTA STORMWATER TANK
I should've kept quiet. Sorry.
I don't know why I told you about Manila.
No, Denver.
What you said was painful, but…
somehow I'm glad.
It's the most honest thing you've said to me
in a long time.
And anyway, don't worry about Manila.
I already knew.
You already knew?
She told me.
And I knew about Indonesia as well. Well, I guessed.
And why did you let me lie to you?
I guess it was easier to accept that you needed an escape than…
ask you whether our life together bored you,
in case you said "yes," Denver,
because I loved our life together.
A lot.
Me too.
Then why did you lie to me?
I don't know.
I don't…
I guess I was afraid my dad was right.
He always used to say I wasn't good enough for you.
That I didn't measure up, you know?
He was right.
Who'd want a guy who needs to go to a club 60 miles away from home
to party, get high as a kite,
raise hell, and fight with the first guy I see?
I was afraid to show you that side of me.
That beast.
I was afraid you'd leave.
-Are they here? -Yes.
The ectoplasms?
It's not funny.
-I wasn't joking. -No.
-You know what bugs me? -What?
Fucking Arturo. He's so annoying.
He's so annoying he even managed to butt into your psychosis.
I know they're real because, well,
post-traumatic stress, tension during the heist…
Psychosis. Okay.
But since you're having visions… Why don't you try and see nice things?
-What do you want me to see? -Something that makes you smile.
Anything that won't make you empty clips. You almost killed me.
Do you know what I'd like to see?
What?
You.
In one of those clubs, dancing your head off.
-I'm not sure you'd like it. -Yes.
What about you?
-What about me? -Dancing.
-Here? -Yes.
-No. -Yes, dance for me.
-No, I can't. -Why not?
Look at me, I'm all dirty and wearing red overalls.
I can fix that.
You're going to love it.
Colonel, Suárez speaking.
Approaching the treatment plant.
Come on. Stay alert, and move steadily.
Colonel, we're going underground.
Police!
Police! Everyone get on the ground!
All clear here, Colonel.
Next location.
Hydraulic dam. I repeat, hydraulic dam.
Well?
My God.
I'm going to the main door to defuse the last explosives.
Roger that. Keep me informed.
Unit 2 approaching the hydraulic dam.
Let's go.
Unit 2 entering the dam, sir.
Watch out for the bifurcations.
-Roger that. -Roger that.
Now.
Stop, police! Get on the ground!
Hands up!
There are two suspects at close range.
-What's going on? -Get back!
Don't move! On the ground!
It's not them, sir.
Shit!
Next location.
SANTA JUSTA STORMWATER TANK
-Cheers! To the 90 tons. -To the 90 tons, sweetie.
Guys.
I want a city name.
This late in the game?
Well…
If it ends badly and we get arrested,
what will they say on TV? "They've arrested Palermo, Rio,
Manila, Bogotá…
and Matías Caño." I sound like a fucking intern.
Have you thought of a name?
Pamplona.
You nailed it.
It's the perfect name for a crook like you.
-What's wrong with "Pamplona"? -Find something stronger, more memorable.
Something that can be said in one go.
Rio.
Sweetie, "Manila." Manila is exotic, sexy, burlesque…
-"Sydney." -"Palermo."
Palermo is taken.
-"Marrakesh." -"Charbonier."
But have you ever been to Pamplona?
The wildest festival in the world is held there, Sanfermines.
Even the Japanese come for the bull-run,
and Hemingway wrote a novel that's studied at colleges in the States.
Do you know the title?
-No. -The Sun Also Rises.
It's called The Sun Also Rises!
You want to party until dawn? Then go to the Sanfermines.
-Fine, "Pamplona" it is! -To Pamplona!
-To Pamplona, what the hell. -Come on.
-Pamplona it is. -That's right.
-No problem. -To Pamplona.
Don't worry, Tatiana just went up to her room.
Good evening.
I'll have a negroni, please.
Do you know what elegance is?
Look at that.
When you see a guy like that, dapper, immaculate,
you can say, "I'd fuck his wife"
without ever seeing her.
Because you're absolutely convinced
that woman is amazing.
And that's why you slept with my wife.
Although you should be the one to seduce the women.
I'm not sure it should be your father who seduces women on your behalf.
I couldn't help it.
I wish it had been me who told you about the whole situation, but…
I couldn't help it, Dad. I'm sorry. I just couldn't.
Since when?
It's been two weeks.
Three.
Three weeks.
Then what we had wasn't robust and strong enough
to resist the sweeping winds of a fleeting lover.
A fleeting lover?
Really, Dad?
A fleeting lover?
Maybe Tatiana's head over heels in love with me.
You didn't consider that option, did you?
I'm really in love with her, Dad.
Really.
As strange as it may seem, this is a true love story.
It was fate.
Look at that.
This is the first time I feel like you're going to measure up.
I would've gone after my dad's wife too if I'd fallen in love with her.
I wouldn't have given it a second thought.
I would've broken the sacred bonds of family,
and respect,
to satisfy my love.
And in that respect, I'm…
very proud of you.
Look who's coming.
I admit, you're better off with him.
An attractive, intelligent,
ambitious and unscrupulous young man, like his father.
And apparently he's healthy.
The only downside is that short of a year or two,
you're not going to get a widower pension and a huge inheritance.
We had so much fun.
I wish you the best.
Go in peace.
That was the only time Berlin ever went to prison.
Arrested for vandalism.
And all for a broken heart.
He let them catch him.
On top of that, he was given a few more months
for some fingerprints found at the scene of a robbery.
But he couldn't care less about prison
when his heart had just been broken.
Santa Justa stormwater tank.
I repeat, that's where they are, Santa Justa stormwater tank.
Bronze Unit to Tamayo. We're approaching the exit.
Colonel, Suárez speaking.
Approaching the stormwater tank.
Let's go. It has to be here! We got it this time!
Police!
They're coming!
Go, grab your weapons!
They're coming!
Grab the weapons, for fuck's sake.
Professor, take shelter. Grab the gun.
Grab the gun.
Grab the gun!
Professor! What's wrong? Wake up!
-They're coming! Grab the gun! -No.
No, drop the gun.
Drop the weapons!
-It's just four cars. We can take them. -No.
Now it's four cars.
Then it'll be ten, then 50, then the army. Don't you get it?
They found out we're here. We can't do anything.
They know we're here. There's nothing we can do.
Benjamín, nothing! Do you hear me? Drop them.
Didn't you hear me? Drop your weapons!
Let's defend ourselves!
No.
-Move over. -Please, Marseille, don't.
I didn't surrender when they arrested Lisbon.
I didn't do it when the army entered the bank,
or when fucking Gandía killed Nairobi!
-You're going to do it now. -No.
It's an order!
Sergio, they killed Tokyo!
Marseille, listen to me.
-I'm not going to cause a massacre. -No.
I won't let people die for something that's already lost.
No!
It's already lost.
Stop! Get on the ground!
On the ground!
Don't move!
I just got out of prison.
You came to pick me up, brought me here,
and you spent 98 miles in complete silence.
There's nothing you want to know?
Maybe I was raped in the showers.
Or maybe I got Mom's name tattooed on my bicep.
You let them catch you.
You've pulled off 27 heists in Europe,
but that day you destroyed a cocktail bar in Madrid and let them catch you.
The negroni was terrible. I couldn't allow such a disgrace.
Losing my son broke my heart.
I can understand my wife betraying me.
Or my business partner, even my son.
But I lost him,
right when I decided
to admit he existed for the first time.
That's something failure throws in your face
when something in your life isn't right.
But it's failure…
…that defines a man.
Some behave pusillanimously.
Some accept it.
Others rebel against it,
but without dignity.
And others
can't help but destroy everything
in order to have another life.
I swear…
I'm determined
to squeeze every second out of the life I have left.
Every last drop.
That's why, now, I want to help you
pull off the heist of a lifetime.
Before I die, you and I are going to rob the Royal Mint of Spain.
God!
Little brother!
God!
How long will we get?
A thousand years.
-How long have we been here? -Fifteen or twenty minutes.
They should have taken us into police custody.
Exactly.
They'll be waiting for forensics.
We can only hear police sirens.
We can hear the walkie-talkies, but not the cars.
Why can't we hear more cars?
Why won't the police be waiting for us?
That's an excellent question, Sergio, but we do have the answer.
Yes, we'll get the gold out
through the only place we can, but…
not in the direction the police will expect.
It's a wastewater tank.
Suárez, go get them! They're in there!
-Police! -We got them!
Colonel, the stormwater tank is empty.
Fuck, no way.
Logically, we should take advantage of the gentle river slope
and get the gold out that way, but that would be too easy.
It's the last place the channels flow into. I don't get it!
How can it be?
Then, we'll take advantage of the 5,000 kilowatts of our pump
to push the gold
almost 11 miles upstream.
We'll get the gold up the river, like fucking salmons,
to the stormwater tank.
That, my dear, is something no one expects.
We've combed 16 miles of pipes with metal detectors and found nothing.
Not the police, not the CNI,
not even the Spanish National Research Council.
No one.
It's impossible for 90 tons of gold to leave no trace.
They didn't get it out that way, fuck!
Then where is it? They couldn't get it out any other way!
Someone tell me where that fuck that gold is!
LOS MIGUELES STORMWATER TANK
What are you doing?
My baby!
It's my baby!
Fuck!
Kick it!
Victoria.
Our gold's been stolen.
-We did it! -We did it!
Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick