All language subtitles for Haus des Geldes_S01E11_Folge 11.6.en

SUNDAY
7:02 P.M.

HOUR 57 OF THE HEIST

I don't know.
The pharmacy was robbed.

They took the records.
I have no idea how it happened.

Only you and I knew about it!

You know when you tie up the loose ends
you didn’t want to tie up?

It’s painful, isn’t it?

You’re there with your partner,
and you think,

"What a fucking bastard..."

-I’m on my way there.
-...or, "What a bitch."

You refuse to believe it,
but you know there’s a traitor.

And it can only be you or your partner.

And Angel knew it wasn’t him.

Raquel was trying to find an explanation,

but when explanations
don’t come by themselves,

there’s always someone
willing to give you a little push.

I’m old-fashioned and still believe
in good and bad guys.

And I am completely sure
you're one of the good ones.

Are you willing to risk your neck
for the deputy inspector?

Because I wouldn’t even risk
anyone else's.

Angel thought nothing worse could happen,

but it could.

Of course it could.

When you hit rock bottom...

you can still dig further into the abyss.

Soil!

What's going on?

What’s going on, Moscow?

We did it!

We did it, man!

It wasn’t dark yet that Sunday evening,
and a feeling of euphoria took over of us.

We'd reached the dirt,

and Nairobi had the presses
working at full capacity.

There was over 400 million euros.

We'd sealed the entrances
with explosives.

And it felt like we were inside a bunker.

Those were our ten minutes of glory.

Who wants to hear the sea?
This is like poetry.

This is the heart of the world
beating right here.

400 MILLION EUROS

Because we’re making it beat.

This is what makes the world move,
damn it!

What are you celebrating? What’s going on?

What’s wrong with you guys?

Undoubtedly, that was
the happiestmoment for us inside.

Then... we relaxed.

Don’t move.

Do you want a comb?

Thank you.

Do you know how we say
"two men making love" back home?

We say "comb inside."

Sorry.

All the medication's
given me an upset stomach.

-Could I use the toilet?
-Sure, man.

Thank you.

Jacinto.

Jacinto, it’s Arturo. Can you hear me?

Jacinto.

Mr. Arturo.

You’re alive.

I was convinced you'd been shot.
I didn’t sleep a wink.

We're in the basement with the boilers,
chained up like dogs.

We’re there with the four police officers.

We only come up here to use the bathroom.

Listen, Jacinto.

I got a pair of scissors
and I can get you more tools.

Screwdrivers, a hack saw, I don’t know.
I can get them to you in two hours.

-Do you have a watch?
-Yes.

Make up an excuse.

Try to make them bring you back here
in two hours, okay?

Remember, second stall on the left.
I’ll leave the tools there.

What do you want us to do
with scissors and a hack saw?

Those people have explosives,
M16s, and all that.

The lives of 67 people are in your hands.

Believe me, it will work out fine,

and in a few hours,
we'll be out of this nightmare.

All right.

Move!

Yes, yes, coming.

The pictures sent by the robbers

show explosives
connected to photoelectric cells.

They've been placed at all the entrances,

including
the underground ventilation ducts.

-What kind of explosive is it?
-The bomb squad thinks it’s C-4.

But it looks more orange to me,

so we sent them to the lab to be verified.

-Who in the lab?
-We sent them to Alberto.

There’s no one else at the lab
besides my ex-husband to do that?

It was sent to him because he’s the best.

It was a direct order
from Commissioner Sanchez.

I see.

-What did the lab say?
-They think it’s P-4.

Very similar to C-4, British origin,
and the connection is perfect.

They’re making it difficult for us, huh?

Alison!

I think it’s time I had
a friendly chat with Alison Parker.

ANTENNA ACTIVATED

Colonel.

There’s an incoming cellular call
from inside the building.

Record it.

It’s from Jun Li, a hostage.

It’s Anibal Cortes.

What do you want?

To help you, Anibal.

In order to do so, we need
you to help us get inside the mint

and get the hostages out
in the least aggressive way possible.

There are explosives
at every entrance.

Yes, entering isn't a problem, but...

we need an ally.

An ally who can tell us where the robbers
are at every minute. Understand?

I see, and why would I give
my partners up to you?

They'll tempt you with a better future,

a reduced prison sentence,
that you’ll be out in a year or two...

If you help us,
you'll get certain prison privileges,

a reduced prison sentence of two years.

By age 22, you'll go back
to having a future. Think it over.

Divide and conquer, that’s the motto.

It worked for a small town in Italy
to take over the whole world.

Then it worked for Napoleon.

And now it’s working
for the National Police.

They’ll use any chance they get

to tempt any of you.

After 48 hours inside,
the pressure will start getting to you...

the anguish, the negativity.

And that's when they’ll try
to target the weakest link.

Weakness isn't in us.

It's on the outside.

It’s not too late, honey.

When they contact you,
you’ll have committed six...

or eight crimes, at least.

Not a single judge
can guarantee you walk. Not one.

Once inside, the only one
who can guarantee your freedom...

is me.

Anibal, listen to me carefully.

The judge guarantees you'll serve
a very short sentence.

Okay, let’s do the math, Inspector.

Let’s see, aggravated robbery:

two to five years.

Holding four police officers
at ransom:

40 years.

Hacking the alarm system, cybercrime,
we’re talking six months to two years.

Crimes against public order
for hijacking the mint:

one to six years.

And with the hostages,
it’s much more complicated.

Sixty-seven hostages.

The penal code states
six to to ten years for each hostage.

Then there's shooting
at the police on the first day:

six to eight years for each officer.

But they were also injured,
which is an offense.

That adds eight years for each.

We're talking...

if we have a tough judge,
the prosecution will ask for 723 years.

The shortest sentence
the judge and the prosecution could offer

without using the penal code
as toilet paper...

is 173 years.

Don’t let them fool you.

The penal code is the rules
of the game of any country.

No one can break that. No one.

There is one thing
we can actually agree on.

A pardon.

Tell him yes.

You want me to ask
the prime minister for a pardon?

No, I want you to ask
the prime minister to go on TV

and say in front of all of Spain
that if any of the robbers

decide to cooperate in ending this crisis,

the possibility of offering them
a pardon will be considered.

-First, the prime minister goes on TV.
-He’s bluffing.

Then, I’ll consider the option
of being a fucking rat.

Very good, we’ll do it.

But for that to happen,
we need a gesture of good faith from you.

I want you to tell us
the name of the Professor

and how many robbers are inside.

I think we have to go along with him.

Come on, Anibal,
give me a name and a number,

and I can assure you
you will have a future again.

Okay.

A name and a number.

Get a pen and paper.

My balls 33!

What a son of a bitch.

Fuck.

Attention, we've cut off
all communication with the mint.

What the hell did you do?

He screwed up any chance
of buying some more time.

They weren’t buying it, okay?

All I could hear was
the fucking murmuring.

Who do you think you are?

You had to execute, not decide...

or change the plan. Fuck.

And the murmuring,
what the hell was that?

He heard the conversation, and if he says
she wasn’t buying it, then she wasn’t.

We've been messing
with the fucking inspector for days.

It’s not his fault, okay? Are we clear?

That’s right. She wasn’t gonna call
the prime minister,

the news, or her damn mom.

Shame on you. You, assholes.

Despite his great performance,
Río wanted to accept the deal,

freeze time, and get out of there
as if nothing had happened.

Would you have liked
to accept the deal?

You know this won’t end well, don’t you?

Do you know what a life sentence is?

That’s what I’d get.

I killed a security guard...

and a few months later I broke in here...

and I shot a police officer.

You look so demure.

Do you think a judge
will believe I can reintegrate?

No.

I trust the Professor.

I fully support him.

You didn't answer me.

Would you have liked to accept?

Well, really...

what would happen if we got out of here?

Would we stay together?

Or would you spend your time trying
to give me back my dog tag?

You'd betray your friends?

My friends?
My friends who have cities for names?

Tokyo, Berlin, Moscow, Denver...

My friends with cities for names kick ass.

And I'll tell you something.

You better hide if you take the deal,

because if I see you,
I’ll shoot you in the head.

I just spoke to the security guard.

I saw him in the bathroom.
He says they're locked up.

Eleven security guards and four officers.
They're our last chance.

I’m not hungry, thanks.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, thanks.

Our last chance? How?

We have to get them weapons
however we can.

And get them tools.

-What tools do you want to steal?
-Drill bits, hammers, screws, anything.

You saw what I saw.
They have an arsenal down there.

We have to take some
and leave them in the bathroom.

Look, Pablo, I can’t do this on my own.

All right? I need your help.

When this Slavic gorilla
takes me for a walk,

-I need you to distract him.
-Me?

Yes, he treats my wound.
He's looking after me. He helps me walk.

Why don't you distract him?

And I’ll steal the tools
and whatever is needed.

It’s over.

Arturo, relax.

Take care of your wound.

I’ll come by later.

Come on, those in the tunnel, here.

-Those at the press, there.
-Don’t talk about this.

It’s only for us. The fewer who know,
the better our chances.

We’ll help the others from outside. Okay?

Arturo, I’ll be back in a minute.

Come in.

And sit down.

Mercedes.

Hello.

I called you in to see
what can be done about your student.

She ran away,
and we found her hiding in a safe.

Why do you think she’s so rebellious?

It might be, perhaps,
the rebelliousness of a virgin?

-What are you talking about, a virgin?
-Nairobi.

We see it in many species.

Virgins are rebellious,
because they haven’t been broken in.

With all due respect.

It’s like with mares.
It's not until they're broken in,

until you ride them,

that they don't run off and kick someone.
They're completely unpredictable before.

You must have heard
of that concept, haven’t you?

How old were you when you lost
your virginity, Mercedes?

Mercedes.

It's okay. Open up, please. We're here.

We're family. You can trust us.

Ma'am.

Well...

you see, I come
from a small town in Soria.

When I was 24.

Good.

Before that, weren’t you aware
of a virgin's rebelliousness?

Well, I don’t know.

-Think about it.
-Maybe.

Actually, before losing it,

I ran away from home and went
to the Medinaceli festival three times.

-I don’t know if that’s...
-That’s it.

Exactly that.

Here you are.

Espresso with sugar.

Thank you.

The Medinaceli festival.

And you, Alison?

Are you a virgin?

Yes.

So what?

I’m not scared of you
with those ridiculous speeches.

You won’t do anything to me. You know why?

Because I’m not just a hostage.
I’m your safeguard.

This is it.

The rebelliousness of a virgin.
Here it is, without a doubt.

Ariadna, darling, could you
please pass me that small red folder?

Sure.

Let’s see what we have here.

Your Aunt Becky,
a volunteer in a small village in Mali.

Here we have your cousin Elsie,

looking very beautiful at Kings College.

Brian, he's the brainy one in the family,
in Wellington.

And here we have several photos...

Of who? Your sister Lis, right here,

in La Moraleja.
She goes to the same school as you.

I doubt she has the same temperament.

I'm sure a girl of your status has no idea
how much a hit man costs, do you?

We can find a decent one
for 30,000 euros.

However, to shoot your aunt in Africa,
it could be arranged for 10,000 euros.

Your family’s life is in your hands.

Nairobi.

Let's go.

Let's go.

When you stand up for yourself,
it's important to choose the right moment.

Check in, Berlin.

-Everything's good here. And there?
-Everything's in order.

Perfect,
then the next call is in six hours.

Inspector,

the underground unit found
oscillations on the seismograph.

They're working with heavy machinery.
They’re surely digging a tunnel.

We need to bring in a GPR, now.

Try to find out
where they're building the tunnel.

I’m on it.

Okay, listen up.

Those who aren't essential can leave.

Essential means
those who are doing something now.

The rest of you can go and get some rest.

And take a shower, please.

It's beginning to stink like police
in here.

To clarify...

everyone leave for a moment, please.

I have to take you off the case.
I’m sorry.

I think all this will be cleared up,
but, right now, I can’t trust you.

You can't trust me.

Only you and I knew about Toledo, Raquel.

You and I.

-What the hell are you talking about?
-I'm not the traitor.

So that just leaves you.

The nerve!

They knew we were entering
the museum in masks when you found out.

And they knew
we were going to the scrapyard

and about the fucking pharmacy.

It couldn’t be anything else, could it?

-What else?
-Who knows? A phone call?

A phone, a fucking microphone.

-Only you and I knew about the pharmacy.
-And you didn’t tell anyone, did you?

Not even that weird guy from the cafe.
Did you say anything to him?

-What?
-To him, your shoulder to cry on.

A guy shows up here yesterday,
and you tell him about your whole life.

And you don’t suspect him.

He’s been in here, Raquel.
He’s been inside the tent.

Have you checked him out?

Because I have.
Did you do your fucking job?

That guy has a workshop nearby.
He says he makes cider.

And everything is covered with canvases.
Who knows what he’s hiding?

-Don’t tell me you followed him.
-Yes, I’ve been following him.

He doesn’t make fucking cider.

He pours shitty cider from a carton
into a bucket.

And there’s junk all over, fuck.

He has a crappy car
and sleeps in a bunk bed

surrounded by wheels and oil stains.

He smells like a chemist cooking meth.
Who knows what the fuck he's cooking?

He's sketchy, Raquel. He is.

And you suspect me? I’m the only suspect?

Me?!

How much are they paying you?
One million? Two?

Look, Raquel.

Listen carefully.

Go fuck yourself.

Suarez!

-Suarez!
-I can’t believe it.

Handcuff him and take him away.

Calm down, Inspector. That’s not protocol.

-Yes, it is, Suarez. Handcuff me.
-Fuck protocol.

Handcuff him and take him away.

If you want, I can call Internal Affairs,

but right now
no one is going to handcuff anyone.

Raquel.

-I’ve been with you for 15 years.
-With me? No.

You’ve been getting close to me
to see if I'd fall for you.

Always talking about fucking Cercedilla.
Always saying, "I’m leaving Mari Carmen."

And your fucking womanizer jokes.
And now that I've finally said no to you,

it just so happens that Big Bird's
become a traitor.

A traitor!

What did you give up, Angel?

Our friendship?

This operation?

Look...

get out of here right now.

Do you know what collateral damage means?

It’s a term coined by the US Army
during the Vietnam War

because they didn't have the guts
to say they killed civilians.

But sometimes it's used
to take the blame off yourself,

like a boomerang.

And that's what was
about to happen to the Professor.

Let's go.

Faster. Faster. Let's go.

Let's go. Faster.

Take a couple bags
and clean up this shit.

Then it's dinnertime.

I managed to steal a few things
from the tool box.

What things?

Some saw blades.

Good.

Some screwdrivers, files.

Look.

What are you doing? Hide it.

In 35 minutes...

ask to go to the bathroom.

Go in the second stall on the left.

Take the tools and you duct tape them
under the lid on the back of the toilet.

They'll get there
in about 40 minutes, okay?

No way. Me? Me again?

I stole all the tools.
I’m loaded with crap, fuck.

And you want to hand it to me?

Do your part and I’ll do mine, kid.

Raquel?

Is something wrong? Are you all right?

Well, I’m here alone and bored
at the cafe and...

and a little disappointed,
to be honest with you.

Sorry, I don’t quite understand.
Disappointed?

I was meeting up with someone for dinner.

My first dinner out in eight years

with someone who wasn’t family, I mean.

But I think he stood me up.

And you wouldn't be 36 minutes early?

It’s possible. The truth is
I’m a very impatient woman.

Sorry, Salva.

Excuse the joke, no...

I just wanted to make sure you remembered.

The truth is being stood up horrifies me.

I wouldn’t know what to do or how to leave
if you didn’t show up. I don't know.

I guess I’d stay here
in my heels all alone and...

drink pints until they told me to leave.

-Relentless.
-No, embarrassed to death.

Don’t worry.

I’ll be with you and those pints soon.
Five minutes.

See you soon.

See you soon.

When you’re close to me,
I can’t even breathe.

Well, breathe,

because in nine months,
you'll be left breathless.

Are you kidding me?

-Please tell me you're joking.
-I'm not.

-It’s not a joke.
-No.

Monica, technically I'm...

I’m sterile.

You must be Shiva,
the goddess of fertility.

Should I call my wife and kids
so we can go celebrate?

I told you we had problems,
not that we were breaking up.

I brought you a meal.
You’ll be blown away.

Look, a sandwich that...

Well, I've eaten a couple
and I’m still alive, so...

Some cookies that...
I got the gluten-free ones,

because I thought you might...

-have celiac disease, like many people.
-Yes.

These might be better. A chocolate pastry,
because I like them a lot.

And...

some candy.

Do you want some?

Hello, this is Raquel.
I can’t answer your call right now.

If it’s urgent,
leave a message after the beep.

Raquel.

Raquel, it’s Angel.

Listen, I’m asking you to reconsider.

Look, I can understand your anger.

I also overdid it, but...

this isn't the first fight
we've had, is it?

Look...

I’m probably an asshole
or whatever you want, but...

but I’m not the mole.

I’m not the mole, for fuck’s sake.

You’re going to ruin my life, Raquel.

You’ll ruin my life up, damn it.

Call me.

What do you think about
the morning before a heist?

You get up and what’s on your mind?

I don’t know.

You get up... at dawn.

You smoke...

talk about nonsense.

What are you doing smoking so early?

Here we go.
The pot calling the kettle black.

-How are you?
-Fine.

And you?

Nothing extraordinary.

A lot of courage is needed.

Well, I say that because I think
about those kind of things, you know?

About people on death row

or guys like you who go into a death trap,
shooting up the place.

-It’s not a big deal.
-It is.

I'm telling you I'm a coward.

Look at me...

with a married man to avoid failure...
or being dumped.

-You’re no coward.
-I am.

-You’re not.
-Yes, I am.

You stole a cell phone
in the middle of a heist.

You insisted I shoot you in the leg.

You stood strong before crazy Berlin.

And you had the guts
to grab me and kiss me...

and fuck me.

You got to have a lot of guts to bang
a loser in a Dalí mask.

You're Nikita, the secretary version.

Actually, the morning of the heist...

I was scared to death.

It's fucking crazy.

-What?
-All this, Dad.

This guy...

He might look clever, but...

I don’t know. It’s crazy shit.

No, it isn’t.
At least he knows what he’s talking about.

I started to doubt everything.

-I don’t know what I’m doing here.
-You’re with me.

But everyone's an expert in something.

The woman that makes fake banknotes.
You...

You're a wizard at what you do, but I...
I haven’t done anything good in my life.

But he's a really good guy.

He told me he needed me and here I am,

getting to know the most beautiful girl
in all this crazy mess.

One minute.

These are the tools we managed to steal.

Undress and tape them
to your body with duct tape

to take them to the basement
to free yourselves.

Cut the ducts in the boiler room
and anything you can use as a weapon.

At nine, they’ll bring your dinner.

Take that opportunity
to disarm your captors and escape.

We’ll meet up at the warehouse,
behind the coils.

I’ll try to take as many hostages
as possible without compromising the plan.

One second.

Out.

Thank goodness I showed up...

since your date stood you up...

Yes.

I don’t know what would've happened to me
if you hadn’t showed up.

And your date...

were you particularly
interested in it or...

No, not anymore.

What a shame.

What a shame.

Well, then let’s see if I’m any good.

I’m sure you are.

Good, that makes me happy.

But I must confess...

that we're both in danger, because...

if I have another one of these,
I may start to hum traditional music.

Then we’ll have a problem.

I’m sure you'd look very funny.

When are we going to stop being
so formal with each other?

When you look at me
from under the table, sir.

Come on, Salva.

Take a peek.

Look under the table.

I'm warning you that if you’re going
to do aBasic Instinctmove,

I might need something stronger,
because I’m kind of reserved.

Salva, listen to me.

I don’t want to make a scene here.

I’m pretty sure you’re hiding something

in that workshop
where you supposedly make cider.

So you have two options:

you willingly take me there

or we wait here
until I get a search warrant,

but I’m warning you
it could take a couple hours.

So...

you choose.