All language subtitles for Berlin.2023.S01E05.1080p.WEB.H264-SuccessfulCrab

- Something wrong?
- Uh, some kind of bug.

Well, you know,
I learned a technique...

...that debugs everything.

And it works every time.

You unplug it,
and you plug it back in again.

Here. Check this out.

Tell your friend
to get out of there immediately.

With his hands in the air.

Get outta there, now!

Or you're a dead man!

No. Uh, please don't shoot him.

He's my boyfriend.

We came here
because we wanted to make love.

I didn't expect anyone
to be at the office.

You see, we don't have our own place yet
'cause of the crazy prices in Paris.

Who the hell are you?

Give me some ID. Make it quick.

- Yeah. Okay.
- C'mon!

Whoa, whoa! Drop the gun.
Easy. Don't panic.

- You're in enough trouble as it is.
- You're gonna make things worse!

Who's gonna make things worse?
Who's gonna spend life in jail?

You wanna know who? You are!

In a fucking coffin!
Now, get on the floor!

You heard me!

I said, on your fucking knees!

And where do you keep that fucking safe?

MONEY HEIST
BERLIN

So, why did we steal 645 euros?

To make it look like a robbery
and make them lie on the floor.

And to erase your file, remember?

All I could think of
was spending 20 years in jail.

And Berlin, coming to visit
with a bottle of champagne.

You're amazing, bookworm.
You saved my life.

And I thought
you were just good for alarms.

But, damn, when I saw you up there...

One moment, you're turning off alarms.
The next, waving a gun like a real killer.

Plus, you got all this cash.

You're a genius, Keila.

That's the second time you call me that.

- I'll start believing it.
- You better believe it.

Now that we've spent time together,
I'm starting to get to know you.

And all that stuff we talked about...

- Uh, what do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

Like shaving down below
or... or not shaving.

When I was under the table,
I saw everything.

You're pretty furry down there.

What's wrong?

What's wrong? Didn't you see the movie?

We broke every heist rule,
held up four people with a gun,

almost killed one of them.

- And all you care about are my panties?
- Chill, Keila. It was just a joke. Relax.

You think this is all a joke?

You didn't think I was terrified
that I might go to jail?

Or were you too busy looking at my pussy?

You know, usually,
I just pity guys like you.

But now, you just disgust me.

You coming or not?

First step, we need some wheels.

Yeah, yeah. An old one without an alarm.

Not this time, Miss Know-It-All.

This time, we need something classy.
Serious wheels.

And lucky for us, we're in the chic part
of Paris with all the high-end clubs.

- And what about the alarms?
- You'll see.

There are lots of ways to steal a car
with keys in the ignition.

There are two bouncers.

Time to distract them.

Really? That's your plan?

A little old-school.

Those two gorillas
don't look like they were born yesterday.

Well, I guess
we're gonna have to be creative.

Follow my lead.

- Hi, guys.
- Good evening.

We were hoping
to get in for one last drink.

I'm sorry, sir. Madam.
We have a strict dress code tonight.

Red only.

We're wearing red.

It's just that you can't see it.

Okay.

On your way.

Hey. I would leave those alone
if I were you.

Thank you.

So, let me see.

We've stolen an empty bottle of water
and a balloon.

Time for the car?

Exactly.

I picked up these old stones
from Eleanor of Avignon.

They deserve to be shown off.

Shit.
What the hell are you doing with that?

It's not every day that I get a chance
to wear diamonds like these.

Once I had the necklace in my hands,

I knew there and then
that I had to wear it.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow, I'll tell Damián
that with all the rush and the stress,

I just put it in my pocket by mistake.

I look good, huh?

Put these on.

Gloves and everything.

So no prints.

I'm impressed.

Now what?

Good night. Thanks.

- Are you sure? Was it?
- Yeah. It's there.

Not the other side?

Go to the parking exit
and wait for me there.

Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

So, where are we going?

Ah, it's a surprise, babe.
But trust me. You're gonna love it.

Yes! I love this song!

Fuck!

What's going on with this fucking car?

Hey! Asshole!

End of the line, madam.

Whoo!

Shitheads!

You okay? You all right?

Whoo!

Whoo!

Faster, Roi! Faster!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

C'mon, Roi! Faster!

Let's go!

Are we really gonna fly?

Well, you will.

But you should give me the necklace.

Wouldn't wanna lose it.

Hey, ladies.

Who's in charge here?

So I told the guy, "No fuckin' way."
But he kept insisting.

He wouldn't drop it.
A real pain in the ass.

Hey, man.

- So then I said...
- Hey!

Any races tonight?

What's he talkin' about?

No idea.

You got the wrong guy.
We're just hangin' here with some friends.

Just chillin'.
And you're no friend of mine.

I'm glad we cleared that up.

I wouldn't want you thinking
that I'm one of your bitches.

I know exactly what's going on here.

I've been to all of them.

The aerodromes in Spain,
Belgium, Portugal...

What do you want?

I want the next race.

You'll need 10,000 euros.

Shit. I'm a little bit short on cash.

But I got these wheels.

They're worth much more.

Her shoe size?

I'm a size seven.

You ready?

Faster, Roi! Faster!

Cameron, are you all right?

Cameron?

I'm okay! I'm okay! Go, Roi!

Whoo!

- Roi!
- What's wrong? Are you all right?

Roi!

- Cameron!
- Roi, stop the car!

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Turn around!

Cameron.

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

I just whipped your ass!

Oh, poor baby girl.

Little baby poop herself?

Poor baby.

What happened?

Back off now,
or you're a fuckin' dead man.

Cameron.

Come here. Relax.

I got you. Take it easy. You okay?

I got you. I got you.

You all right? I'm here.

I got you.

- I'm cold, Roi.
- You're okay.

- It's okay.
- I'm really cold.

I'm here. It's okay.

I'm gonna put you down.

I'm freezing.

I'm freezing.

It's okay now. I'm sorry.
I should never have brought you here.

It was a stupid idea.

It wasn't your fault.

It was fucking amazing up there.

Then suddenly, my phone rang.

Hey. Hey.

Cameron, look at me.

Who called?

My ex-boyfriend.

He was the only boyfriend that I ever had.

Silly me, huh?

And I'm still not over him yet.

So why did he call you now?

Because I called him.

I don't know why.

After the heist, I was feeling confused.

Excited, and at the same time, sad.

Euphoric and...

I guess I needed to share it with someone.

When I called him,
it went straight to voicemail.

I freaked out and hung up.

And then you showed up.

And I asked you all that stuff.

Because I knew he was gonna call me back,
and I needed to get outta there.

I was so scared.

I was afraid that if I answered
his call that I'd go crazy again.

Why? What happened with this guy?

Did he hurt you?

Not at all.

He was wonderful.

What happened?

There's so much I'd have to tell you
for you to understand.

We've got lots of time.

No one'll be flying this plane
so early in the morning. So?

Okay.

I was really heavy
into this band.

Pretty typical for a 15-year-old.

I was constantly listening to their music.

I'd line up
for hours to see them play live.

And then, one day,

when they were signing CDs for fans,
he offered me a backstage pass.

So, you hooked up
with the lead singer?

I had posters of him all over my bedroom.
And then, suddenly, we were dating.

I stopped taking the bus to school.

He'd take me on his bike.

I was in heaven.

In the afternoons,
we'd do my homework in a bar.

He'd help me.

I swear, I'd never worked that hard.
Never.

I just wanted to finish my year,
get good grades, pass my exams.

So I could spend all summer with him.

Damn. You must've been freaking out.

All that fame,
the traveling, and the fancy hotels?

No. Our life wasn't fancy.

A few trips.

We liked road trips.

I told my father
that I was visiting friends to study.

It wasn't true.

I'd run off with him.

We'd head off together in the band's van.

During the concerts,
I would watch him from backstage.

And we'd hang out together
all night.

And the next morning,
we'd watch the sun come up.

We'd have shrimp for breakfast.

- Shrimp?
- Yeah. Shrimp.

Can you imagine that?

He even wrote me a song.

And when he sang it at concerts,

and thousands of people sang along,

I knew he was singing to me.

I know that song.

When you fall in love,
it's like you're living in a song.

And I was a song.

But I'd forgotten,
songs only last three minutes.

13 CALLS

That's
when it started falling apart.

I couldn't stand not being
with him for more than five minutes.

But he could spend days without seeing me.

I needed him all the time.

And when I couldn't have him,
I'd be desperate.

I was like a junkie looking for a fix.

I kept coming back for more.

And you know what the worst thing
about breaking up with a musician is?

You can't erase them
from the face of the earth.

You go to a bar,
they're playing his songs.

You walk down the street,
his face is everywhere.

You turn on the radio, he's there.

Like the chorus
of a song that keeps repeating,

day after day, night after night.

And all the time,
they're playing that same song.

I couldn't get him
out of my head.

It was like a nightmare.

And that's when I started doing
the crazy stuff.

I gathered all his things.

His posters, his records, his guitar.

The jacket he'd given me.

And I burned it all.

The problem was,
I also burned down my place.

And that was when my father realized

that I had become a danger to myself
and to all those who were close to me.

Love had driven me crazy.

And that's how you ended up
in the mental hospital?

They gave me so many diagnoses.

Psychotic break accompanied
by acute paranoia.

Emotional dissociation disorder.

Someone even said
I suffered from erotomania.

I'm having a relapse.

Hey.

Hey.

Cameron?

Listen to me.

That's not gonna happen.

I'll just make it go away with some
of that adrenaline you like so much.

What do you mean?

You said you were feeling down?

How 'bout we bring you up?

Okay.

What are you doing?

What the hell?

Are you crazy?
Do you know how to drive this?

Roi!

I've never learned about airplanes,
but I can drive almost anything.

What do you mean, Roi?
That you've seen Top Gun?

So, you pull this, the plane goes up.

I've seen it hundreds
of times in the movies.

Let's go.

Okay, let's be serious for a second.

Have you ever done this?

No. Never.

Huh?

Seriously?

I swear.

We're doing 50 miles an hour.
What if this bird doesn't fly?

Sixty.

Seventy.

What if you can't land?

It's not funny!

That's the end of the runway.
We're gonna crash!

Pull that lever,
and... and say your prayers.

Pull up!

Fuck, Roi! Pull up! Come on!

Pull up!

Don't ever do that again. 'Kay?

Not feeling down anymore?

Asshole.

I would've left the loony bin sooner
if I was with you.

Good morning, tower.

Alpha 12 here.

Bring on the sun.

Well, time to go, I guess.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Roi...

The necklace.

Morning.

You had a bad night?
You don't look so good.

I didn't sleep that well.

I couldn't stop thinking about you.

And what did you think?

Camille, I already told you that
I'm not interested in a trivial affair.

You must choose.

Me or him.

And what happens
when they finally open the vault?

Surprise!

They'll find no trace of the jewels.

And with no obvious
evidence of a break-in,

they'll have to find
their suspect elsewhere.

- So?
- Are you in your room?

Mm-mm.

Polignac's place is surrounded by police.
See them?

- Yeah. I see them.
- It looks like he's been arrested.

As of now, he's their main suspect.

You have to make sure
that the police have gone

before you contact the transporter.

Got it.

Before the police have time
to begin their investigation,

we will have already started
our evacuation plan.

Bruce and Keila will be the first
to leave, disguised as backpackers.

You will head directly to the bus station.

You will go to Spain via the Pyrenees,
carrying three tins with the jewels.

In the bus?

Hmm. Have you ever seen the police
searching a bus for a diamond tiara?

No.

So, do you really think they'll stop you
to rummage through your backpacks?

Improbable.

After that, it'll be Roi
and Cameron's turn.

You will head for the outskirts of Paris
to pick up the RV we brought from Spain.

You come pick me up,
and we leave as one happy family.

The Gonzalezes.

Martita.

José Luis.

And the head of the family, a widower.

I'll be second to last to leave.

We'll meet up a few blocks from the hotel
to avoid arousing suspicion.

And as the captain of the ship,
I'll be the last one to leave the hotel.

Berlin will dispose of all the material
we used for the heist.

Telescopes, monitors, computers.

He'll organize the pickup
with a transporter

and then leave for Spain by train.

It's all going to Australia. To a convent.

Like a donation
from a charitable organization.

I have to leave.
I need time to think things through.

But...
...we were about to have breakfast.

I just called a cab.

It's already difficult
to make up your mind

when you're in love with one person.

Imagine how it is for me.

I'm leaving the country, Camille.

At first, I intended on disappearing
without a trace,

but now I've had second thoughts.

So, once you've made your decision,
call me.

I'll still be around for a few days.

Okay. It's a mess. Yeah. Okay.

- Ma'am, you can't go inside.
- I live here.

- I can't allow it.
- It's Polignac's wife.

- I'll let her through.
- Have her come.

- She's on her way. Yeah.
- Thank you.

Camille Polignac?

Yes?

Inspector Lavelle.

Can someone please tell me
what's happening?

I have a search warrant.

I have to ask you to open that safe.

I don't know the combination.

It's a safe my husband uses for his work.

What happened?

Then we'll just have to break it open.

Inspector, can you please tell me
what's going on?

- Open it.
- And where's my husband?

Hey. Anyone there?

Why am I here? I'm the victim.
I just got robbed, dammit.

Does anyone work in this place?

Fuck's sake.

Please have a seat, Monsieur Polignac.

I apologize for keeping you waiting.

As you can imagine, we've been quite busy.

What with getting our warrants
and the forensics reports and such.

Mm-hmm.

Where were you last night?

As I already said,
last night, I was at home, all right?

I took a few pills
and woke up this morning.

Do you sleepwalk, Monsieur Polignac?

Because, you see, here we have you
at 1:05 a.m. in the downstairs parking.

That's not me. It's impossible.

But, yes, I do have the same coat.

And that car, the one driven
by the man with the same coat as you.

Do you recognize it?

Yes. Someone's stealing
my car there, Sherlock.

We've pulled the images
from the security cameras.

We have multiple cameras showing
your vehicle leaving the city

and taking the N13 highway.

The same thief.

Well, then,
I guess he must've also stolen your phone.

We tracked your phone and picked up
its signal on multiple towers

along the road that leads to Chantilly.

Where, it would appear,
you have your own country residence.

Is that correct?

Why are you asking
when you obviously know the answer?

The judge authorized a search warrant.

So, this morning, we searched your houses.

I'd like to share with you
what my colleagues at forensics found.

What we have here are fibers.

I don't see anything.

These are exactly the same fibers

as those found
in the labels used for the jewels.

Apparently, someone was burning them

in the bathroom
of your house in Chantilly.

You see this?

These are ashes found in your toilet.

And this small diamond,

most likely from one
of the missing jewels,

we found it
behind the cushions of your sofa.

So, you still wanna keep your story
that you slept like a baby,

Monsieur Polignac?

CAMILLE CALLING

- Camille?
- Something terrible's happened.

Can you come over?

Hey.

I got here as fast as I could.
What's wrong?

Come in. Please.

My husband is
the director of an auction house.

- Mm-hmm.
- And...

And last night,
44 million euros in jewels were stolen.

Oh, wow. The poor, poor man. Terrible.

Plus, with all the emotional turmoil
he's going through at the moment, that's...

a real double whammy.

It gets worse.

He's been arrested.
They say he's the main suspect.

But why?

They have proof?

They say that he went out
in the middle of the night, and...

It seems that forensics
have found evidence

in our home in Chantilly.

They found a small diamond...
and some fibers or something.

I still can't believe it.

Let's think about this. Okay?

Did he have any contact with criminals?
Did he have money problems?

Did he travel a lot?

Of course he traveled a lot.

I mean, that's his job.

He traveled all over the world,
evaluating collections for auction.

I don't know.

Maybe all this time, he was preparing
a heist with Chapo Guzmán.

Hey.

Hey, Camille...

Don't get ahead of yourself.

Uh, I mean,
if he was involved in criminal activity,

you would have noticed, um...
multiple phones, um...

that he goes
into another room to take his calls,

or unexpected meetings.

You're right. He does all that.

He even has a personal safe
over there in the wall.

Look.

C'mon. C'mon.

The police opened it

with some kind of blowtorch
because I didn't have the combination.

And they found boxes
with stuff, and... they took them away.

All this time,
I've been living with a stranger.

With a criminal.

Hey.

Hey, Camille.

You have to stop thinking like that,
or you'll go crazy.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

Come here.

It's so terrible.

Just when you were about to be parents.