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According to astrophysicists,
nearly all of the gold on earth

came here four billion years ago
during a meteor shower.

Maybe the metal's violent arrival
caused it to be cursed forever.

No other metal has caused as many murders…

as the one we use to propose marriage.

No other metal has caused so much pain.

So much madness.

Professor, open the door.

-No!
-Professor, open the door!

Leave me alone.

What the fuck are you doing?

What?

Mónica, what are you doing? What's wrong?

Leave her alone.

Tokyo's dead. What are you laughing about?

I shot up some morphine.

What?

I was just a name on the casualty list
where only the golden metal survives.

Because while everything else decays,
gold remains intact.

Tokyo is dead?

Tokyo is dead.

Tokyo is dead.

Tokyo is dead?

I just wanted the pain to go away, Denver.

Honey…

I love you.

Professor, you need
to control your breathing.

Come on, breathe.

Hold your breath

and count with me. One,

two, three, four.

And exhale.

Again, Professor.

Take a deep breath.

Count.

One, two, three…

Colonel,

we took down Silene Oliveira, AKA Tokyo.

Fuck, finally, some good news.
Turn the speakers on.

Gentlemen, we took down
one of the thieves.

Oliveira resisted.

Salvador Torrecilla, down.

Lucas Hernando, down.

Isaac Cobo, down.

Mateo Canalejas, down.

And César Gandía, down.

Vázquez, injured. Arteche, minor injuries.

And I am unharmed.

I'm sorry.

Your operation is hereby aborted.
Prepare to evacuate by air.

No, Colonel.

We are not going to withdraw.

We came in here with the mission

to end this heist
and that's what we're going to do.

Sagasta, there's two of you
and one psycho.

Right now, you don't stand a chance.

More than ever,

because this time
they really won't see it coming.

So, Colonel,
do not launch any other operation.

Over and out.

-Are you sure you're okay?
-It's nothing. A loose shard.

Give me your tag.

Is anybody there?

One of my men is injured.

He needs to be evacuated.

-And the rest?
-The rest are down.

Just me and the injured are left.

The soldiers want to negotiate.

I repeat, they want to negotiate.
I request permission to do so.

Feeling better?

God.

Professor, Sierra is running away.
She stole a car.

Benjamín, you're in charge.

Marseille, come with me.

Fuck.

Professor speaking.

Private line with Palermo and Lisbon.

BARENTS SEA, FIVE YEARS UNTIL D-DAY

ALBERTO MENDOZA
INDUSTRIAL ENGINEER

Look, there's the platform.

The Bank of Spain adventure
began a long time ago,

in a remote region of the planet.

And like almost everything
in Berlin's life,

it started with another robbery,
the most surreal he had ever done.

Sir.

Stealing the extraction pump
from an oil platform.

That's where he met Bogotá.

That's our man, Santiago,
underwater welder.

He's been working on platforms
for over 20 years.

Working for 20 years
and now you want to be a thief.

With such rough hands.

Yours are so soft
I could use them to jerk off.

If you've been too scared
to leave this prison for 20 years,

I can only think of one explanation.
You're a coward.

And we can't run a heist with a coward.

You think this sea is for cowards?
You've come here wearing your mom's coat!

Let him go, unless you want to fly
like the cormorants.

Hey.

Why haven't you left?

Because I have seven kids.

Your wife's hips must be as worn out
as the wheel on a mill.

Seven kids with seven different women.

This guy is an endangered species.

We're the only two true romantics left
and look where the other one was hiding.

It's beautiful.

Can it move 90 tons of gold?

If any machine can do it, it's this one.

It extracts aggregates from the seabed
as if they were baby food.

Ladies!

Things upstairs are pretty fucked up.

I want the extraction pump connected
in two hours! Got it?

Got it!

We still have ten tons to melt.

We'll keep melting
while we get the gold out.

Come on! Today's the big day!
We'll be home for Christmas!

-Come on!
-Let's do this!

-Professor.
-Sierra took one of the cars.

-What?
-But we're going after her.

You let a woman
who just gave birth get away?

Did you sing lullabies
thinking you were a happy family?

What the hell happened?

I lost my mind for moment.

Sergio, listen to me.

You take care of catching her.

We'll stay here
and go ahead with the plan.

Good luck, brother.

Matías, come and help with the door.
We're going to negotiate.

Open up.

I have a gift for them.

First, I'll blow them up.

Then you can negotiate all you want.

Put the gun down.

No.

Are you going to say
you're here because of me?

I didn't ask you to rescue me.

Give me that.

Give me the gun.

Give me the damn gun!
No one else is going to die here today!

That… That is our problem.

We want to be the good guys.

In war, there are no good guys.

Gandía killed Nairobi.

And what did we do?

Dress his wounds and get him out.

And what did he do?

He came back and killed Tokyo.

Now we're going to heal their wounds, too?

Why? So they can come back
and destroy us tomorrow?

You know why?

Because we didn't have the balls

to kill people in cold blood
when we should have.

We used to have Berlin.

He took care of these things.
You knew him.

What would he have done with Gandía?

I'll tell you.

He would've executed him…

for killing Nairobi.

Tokyo would still be alive.

If it had been up to me,

you'd be rotting
in the desert in Algeria right now.

And Nairobi and Tokyo

would still be alive.

So would the six soldiers who just died.

But here we are.

And you're still alive.

So don't fuck with me,
and try not to get anyone else killed.

Matías, the door.

Fuck, he's fucking everywhere!

It's a safety feature.
You can't turn it off.

We know where you are.
The car has geolocation.

This chase is absurd.

It sure is.

If you escape, you'll go to jail.

So, now you care if I go to jail
or are you trying to clear my name?

It's too late for that.

All Tamayo's done
is pour another shovelful of dirt on you.

I'm up to my neck in dirt, just like you.

You can't see it
because you think you're better than me.

Of course I do.

Tell that to Tokyo and Nairobi.
They're dead because of you.

You discovered
where we were hiding Rio within hours.

You could've done it months ago
instead of making a scene

and risking so many lives,
but that would've been too easy

for an ego as big as yours, right?

You didn't give a shit about that kid.

Or breakfast with crazy grandma
or walking on the beach with Paulita.

It's great on vacation, but every day?
What a drag!

One day you woke up,
looked in the mirror and said,

"Should I buy a minivan

or organize a goddamn heist
to get out of my fucking shitty life?"

Am I right? Or am I right?

What's wrong?

Sorry, honey.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

You're going to spend the rest
of the heist tied up and gagged.

You wish.

I'm on the highway.
I'll cut her off from the front.

Copy.

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up horsey

Giddy-up, giddy-up, go, go, go!

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up horsey

Giddy-up, giddy-up

Giddy-up, giddy-up horsey

Giddy-up, giddy-up, go, go, go!

Giddy-up, giddy-up horsey…

Marseille, move aside
or I'll run into you.

I won't move.

If you don't, you'll kill a mom and baby.
You're no murderer.

-I saw how you held her.
-Stop the car.

Don't act crazy, Alicia!

I'm not acting crazy… I am crazy.

Professor, my tires are flat.

Professor!

I can't right now, Marseille. I can't.

Helsinki.

Helsinki, how are you?

If they had cut my leg off before,

I'd be recovered by now.

Stockholm…

Who died?

Tokyo.

I heard four grenades.

Who else?

Six soldiers.

It could've been worse.

Denver and Manila could have died too
and you could've been widowed today.

Yes.

Zbogom, Tokyo.

We should've attacked simultaneously
with several contingents.

That's the way
things are done, contingent…

Suárez!

Tamayo, those five soldiers had children.

Hernando, three kids.

Canalejas, twin girls
who aren't even a year old.

-Cobo, one kid and another on the way.
-What did you say?

-That Cobo was expecting--
-Fuck, that's it.

I want photos
of those soldiers with their kids,

eating chocolate,
with their pets, on vacation…

What are you talking about?

Make it look like a Christmas movie!

We have to show the world
those disfigured bodies, full of shrapnel.

We're going to parade them around
like the corpse of Che Guevara.

We'll bring everyone to tears.

What are you doing?

Do you want to turn their families' pain
into emotional porn?

Those Robin Hoods took down
five national heroes

and no one will cheer on
a bunch of murderers.

We're going to turn the red tide
into an oil spill.

Martínez, get Intelligence on the line,
information division.

This is crazy.

One wrong move and we open fire.

Don't look for anyone. They're all dead.

This is as far as you'll get.

Let's see if he's telling the truth.

Easy there, all right? Slow.

She was wearing this one.

It belongs to Cortés.

So, what are your terms?

My man needs a blood transfusion
and a surgeon. He leaves, I stay.

I'll be your prisoner
until the heist is over.

No. You stay, he stays
and a surgeon comes in.

Colonel Tamayo,

I need you to send a surgeon in
to treat Vázquez. They won't let us out.

You can count on it.

Hand me the radio.
Consider yourself my prisoner.

Do you smoke?

I quit nine months ago
for health reasons, but frankly,

it's a bit contradictory.

What happened in there?

Oliveira pulled the pins on her grenades,

then she let us take her down.

When we went to finish her off,
her grenades exploded,

and so did my men's, in sympathy.

She wasn't one to give up easily.

She would've made a great soldier…
if she had chosen the right side.

You still think there's a right side?

I think the world is full of bastards.

Politicians are bastards.

But dictators are worse.

Us soldiers are also big fucking bastards.

But terrorists like you are even worse.

So, yeah, there are right sides.

Don't you think it's ironic?

That your violence is required
to keep the peace.

Do you want me to believe that you're here
to fight for a better world?

I'm here out of love
for a man and an idea.

You loved your commando.

We both knew this war was going to happen.

And yet, we led them towards death.

Maybe we did them a favor, I don't know.
Or condemned them to something worse.

There are no right sides in hell, Major.

They say that,
when someone dies tragically,

their spirit lingers for a while
in the place they died.

And sometimes,

for a few seconds,

the living can feel
the dead they once loved.

And Rio felt it.

I wanted to tell him it was me,

that I hadn't fully left yet.

That I was at peace.

That I didn't suffer.

And so much more.

My mother came up with a trick for that.
It was a magic door.

If I ever got scared, I could open it
and she'd be on the other side.

This door will always be open for you.

You can use it whenever you want.

Thank you.

Look at us.

It's like we're in a scene from a movie.

Aiming at each other in the rain,

like in Liberty Valance.

Has anyone ever challenged you to a duel?

Rumor has it, the first to shoot
is more likely to survive.

Don't force me to test that theory.
Put the gun down.

Saving Rio was just an excuse.

An excuse to rescue yourself
from your boring life.

Right?

I've lived most of my life
without an identity.

Living in a hole like some ghost.

My life with Raquel has been a dream.

But I also have dreams of my own.

And by kidnapping Rio,
you made it so easy.

So you rescued the kid
to have a showdown with the State?

Some people dream of skydiving.

I didn't want to die
without robbing the Bank of Spain.

You egocentric, narcissistic
son of a bitch. God, I love being right.

Put it down or I'll shoot.

No, you won't.

Put the weapon down.

You won't shoot.

You won't shoot.

You bastard. I didn't think you'd shoot.

Good thing I emptied the clip.

Now we're tied.

We've both shot at each other,
both emptied our clips.

Time for a tiebreaker?

Should I shoot?

What are we going to do?

Tokyo died
because she was fed up with paradise.

Because, one day, she woke up

and was tired of paradise.

And I get that.

I had my paradise.

I lived on the beach, far from the city,

60 miles away.

But every Friday,
I came up with a new excuse

to go out partying
because I had to set myself on fire.

I didn't grow up as much as I thought.

Honey, we used to go out
every fucking day.

We've grown up a little.

I didn't fit into that life.

And that makes me sad.

You know what I reminisced about
in my paradise?

About us.

Us and how we were always
the last to leave the club.

I called you early one morning
from a phone booth.

It rang once and I hung up.

You had a missed call
from Indonesia, right?

I had a missed call from Indonesia

at 1:15 in the morning.

That was because of the time difference.

Are you telling me that in paradise,

on a fucking awesome remote beach,

watching the sunrise,

you thought about me, Dani?

A lot.

About Sundays
when they turned the lights on at the club

and our feet were stuck to the floor?

That's what you missed
while you were in paradise?

Well,

that sucks.

Because now I don't know what to do.

I swear I came here thinking,
"I'm going to go for it, I don't care."

You can't waste your life
wanting to be with someone.

But then I saw you, and I said, "No."

"Stop, Julia. You better not."

And now you tell me this and…

I don't know what to do.

You're putting this whole mess
and responsibility on me.

What responsibility?

Stepping aside.

Denver, Manila, the surgeon is here.

You have to take him to the wounded.

-Denver.
-Coming.

On my way.

Hey, it's no big deal.

No big deal.

No big deal.

Come on, Victoria. Let's go.

Let me tell you something,
and as a mom this time.

You were wrong to give up your life
in Thailand to steal a country's gold.

You know why?

Ultimately, what one misses
isn't the thrill of being a criminal.

It's the comfort of family.

Just so you know.

Look. This is Emilio, my eldest.
He lives in Venezuela.

This is Julián, he's in Mexico City.
He calls me "güey."

Hanna, violinist. A beauty. In Finland.

This is Drazen, he's in Montenegro.

When I call to wish him a happy birthday
he says, "Thank you, sir."

This is Ivana.
She's got a temper. She's an artist.

A blonde one, a black one, a redhead…

I'd say they all take after
their mom and dad,

but I think they all take after their mom.

Here comes the foreman.

We've sabotaged this priceless pump

to get it out of here.

Tell him we're going to steal it from him.

Tell him that we're also taking
this gentleman here with us.

He spends so much time alone under water,
breathing a mix of oxygen and helium,

that he's realized his wallet is full

of photos of the 7 families he hasn't had.

His kids call him "güey" and "sir"
because no one calls a stranger "Dad."

That's why he wants
to get involved in our heist,

to see if he can have a family
that isn't just in photos.

By the way,
tell the foreman we charge 50% up front.

He's going to have to pay us
to rob him. Translate, sir.

This guy is awesome.
Ask him if he has a sister.

Backpack on the conveyor belt.
Go that way. Move!

Move.

Double open fracture
of the radius and ulna.

Bullet in the lower third of the leg,
no exit wound.

Hemorrhage due to perforation
in the torso.

All yours, doctor.

This is the next man
you need to operate on.

My leg is crushed.

Femoral fracture and displaced patella.

The tibia and fibula
are probably shattered as well,

with femoral torsion.

With a possible tear, not too big.
We controlled bleeding with compression.

It's like a butcher shop.

Surgery like bullfighter, doctor.

But he goes first.

Colonel, something's happening.

They're sending information from the bank.
It is a real-time video, a live feed.

Block it at all costs.

I can't. I block one signal
and 100 more come up.

Then I want to see it.
Put it on the screen.

We're recording this video
to share some important information.

Seven people died today

inside the Bank of Spain.

Six soldiers and Silene Oliveira,

Tokyo.

A few years ago,

I thought Tokyo was one of those people

who was unable to reflect
when they caused pain.

I thought she was a murderer,
that she had no feelings.

And then, I got to know her.

I slapped her once.

We were on a beach and…

she didn't trust me

and I thought that her plan

to rescue Aníbal Cortés

was nothing more
than the whim of a spoiled brat

who feels guilty.

I later realized

she was doing it out of love.

Very few people in this world

are capable of braving the impossible
to save someone.

Today, I know

that we failed.

I am pained by the loss of these lives.

On behalf of all of us,
I ask for your forgiveness

for having turned a rescue mission

into a war with casualties.

Starting today,

we are no longer someone to follow,

cheer on,

and applaud.

We're never getting out of here.

So we ask that everyone
who believed in us,

the great red tide supporting us
outside the bank,

to please go home.

We're not leaving!

We're not leaving!

We're not leaving!

We're not leaving!

That bitch has beaten us to it!
The first to talk defines the truth.

If we tell our side
of this Christmas story,

it won't be worth shit.

That crybaby has beaten us
with her sentimental manipulation.

With one small difference.

Her feelings are real.

Consuelo, what's wrong?

The surgeon told me that

Arturo is alive.

That's great.

I hit rock-bottom.

I couldn't take it anymore.

But I'm here, I'm back.

-I don't know where--
-Wait.

Yes.

A little while ago, up there,

you almost died.

And I can't even begin to imagine what
it'd be like to live without you, Denver.

I can't.

It was a wake-up call.

And I don't know.

I don't know
if we'll get out of here alive, but…

if something happens, Denver,
I don't want it to be when we're angry,

or distant or doubtful,
because I have no doubts.

I love you.

I love you a lot, too.

I know.

Nothing could ever
be more important than that.

Besides…

we already know
it's possible to love during a heist.

I fell in love during one.

Consuelo?

Consuelo, it's me.

Consuelo?

We've been waiting for you.

I love your house.

Are you okay?

-What the fuck are you doing here?
-No swearing.

At this age, they're like sponges.
I don't want you traumatizing her.

So, good vibes, smile.

Touch one hair on my wife's head
and I'll kill you.

Are you really threatening me?

The guy who didn't
send reinforcements into the bank

because the Professor
had him by the balls?

I don't know where you heard that,
but it's a lie.

I was there, in his hideout,

listening to him blackmail you
with a few recordings.

We'd better talk about that in private.

I'm sure your wife knows
just how despicable you are.

Okay.

Where is the Professor?

Voilà!

"What are you wearing, Colonel?"

He's in my custody.

I could put a ribbon on him
and hand him over.

What do you want?

Shut your fucking mouth.

Retract all the lies you told about me.

Resign from your position
and assume full responsibility.

It's your duty.

And then you hand the Professor
over on a silver platter.

Like a hero.

For your great service to the nation.

What if I don't fucking feel like it?

If you don't feel like it,
I'll pull a Raquel Murillo.

I'll switch sides,
with all that it entails,

and drink caipirinhas with the Professor.

Assuming you have the Professor
and hand him over to me, which I doubt,

do you think I'm going
to incriminate myself and go to jail

just so this man doesn't get his way?

No way.

We're both better off free than in jail.

Fuck, I've even started to like him.
It's a figure of speech, honey.

The real dilemma is this.

Either you shoot me now

and don't get out of jail
until your son's balls are wrinkly…

It's a girl, you asshole.

…or give me the gun
and maybe you'll get a reduced sentence,

because about three minutes ago
I hit the panic button on the alarm.

The police are about
to come through that fucking door.

3 LÓPEZ DE ORGAZ ST.

LÓPEZ DE ORGAZ

Tamayo.

Who is it?

Good afternoon. I have a certified letter
for apartment 5C.

Could you buzz me in
so I can leave him the notice?

Let's go.

Let's go.

-Let's go!
-Let's go!

-Let's go!
-Let's go!

I told you.
Now you have no choice but to trust me.

-Let's go, quick!
-Hello?

Can I leave the notice with you?

Sure.

Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick