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Place your bets, gentlemen and ladies.

All bets off.

27 red.

Place your bets.

- For the staff. - Thank you.

All bets off.

24 black.

All bets off.

30 red.

We have a Spanish client cleaning us out

on table 12, seat number six.

The old man wants to proceed as usual.

He's wearing a blue blazer,

a purple-and-gold-striped tie.

Sorry. I took you for someone else. Forgive me.

29 black.

No winner.

- Federico? - They've gone.

How many laps did you do today?

Six.

You're out of shape.

I've come to say goodbye.

The last couple of days...

I've woken up with a pain in my chest.

I can't get my breath. It won't be long now.

- You won't die of old age. - You think someone could beat me?

You keep on playing...

Just looking after the business.

With every game, you put it in danger.

Believe me, I'm not going to lose.

The casino, the money, the captives...

they'll all be yours.

I don't want anything I haven't won.

You're going to do the circuit?

You want to play against me?

You have no chance.

Your gift isn't strong enough.

You don't know that.

I've known you since you survived that earthquake, remember?

Or... was it maybe somebody else who took you under his wing,

who fed you, paid your way through school,

made you somebody... - My luck saved me.

- You told me that. - I'm not gonna sacrifice you.

I taught you how to use that luck.

Now you think you're luckier than me, huh?

I've raised a fool. Sit down!

You're the only one I allow to see my face, Federico.

Have you had dinner yet?

No, not yet.

Grab a shower. I'll buy you dinner.

I can't make it tonight.

Other plans.

You're leaving, Federico...

without even a hug?

Don't do it.

Your gift I discovered,

and your gift I take away.

Now you can leave.

Goodbye, Federico.

Now that the old man has deactivated him,

we can put our hands on him without getting jinxed.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

His name's Tomas Sanz. He wasn't traveling alone.

- What about this? - Cut it open.

Nurse!

I put up with my mother-in-law for three months.

She finally croaks and her associate gives her 500,000 pesetas.

But my wife loses the check.

She said it was all my fault, that I was bad luck.

I blew up... that fuck up was suddenly my fault.

- Do you have a picture of her? - I'll find one.

I kicked her out of the house. She slammed the door

and all the papers went flying up in the air.

Suddenly, a check for 500,000 pesetas

comes landing on my lap.

What do you think of that, Federico?

Am I lucky or what?

- Are you going to keep it? - What?

The check.

- What do you think? - Horacio Caparros,

you are a lucky man.

No.

Give it to me later.

Federico, it's Claudia. Pick up the phone.

I found fresh meat in that plane crash.

Well, too bad.

Since you're on vacation, they passed the file on to me.

Tough luck, old man, huh?

If you want it, it'll cost you double...

They're not all dead?

All that for a measly 50 million pesetas.

Or half if he survives.

If he had signed up for our life insurance plan,

he'd get five or six times as much.

That is 200 or even 300 million.

That's money.

Thank you.

Claudia!

Hi, old man.

Hello.

Is that enough?

It's purely routine.

He's under arrest for theft.

I know.

Will he get some money?

He survived a horrific experience.

That money is his.

Wait until he's made his statement.

Please...

I just need to make sure he signs it, and I won't bother him anymore.

How much?

How much what?

How much will he get?

25 million.

Do you think that will make up for such trauma?

That's what he was awarded.

Still a bargain for the airline.

Two minutes...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- I'm with the insurance company. - I need to frisk you.

Thanks.

I have the check. Sign here and it's yours.

May I?

She's beautiful.

What will you do with the money?

Excuse me?

How will you spend it?

You'll cash the check in two days.

Yes.

It won't be of much use where you're going.

When I'm worried, I take out my cards.

It kills time and helps me clear my mind.

Sometimes, just shuffling them

makes my troubles go away.

If you draw an ace, I'll get you out of here.

One hand doesn't cost you anything.

Tomas Sanz, you are a lucky man.

- Sure. - Don't doubt it.

There's one chance in a million for a plane to crash.

And for it to crash, leaving you the only survivor

out of how many...

237 passengers?

One chance in 237 million.

One more time.

No bets either?

You play for me and you're a free man.

Play?

Play what?

Sorry, your time's up.

One second, we're almost done.

So, will you sign it or not?

We'll place our first bet with your compensation.

Then we'll play with our gains.

In the end, we'll split everything 50-50.

What if I lose?

- That won't happen. - And what if it happens?

You're free to walk away.

How long will that last?

Two weeks at the most.

- I don't know how to play. - Don't you worry,

you don't need any talent to play.

Just remember two things...

don't ever touch me...

- Why not? - Just a thing I have.

And never take my picture.

We don't need any souvenirs.

Remember it.

Good evening. Have they started yet?

- No. - Do you want to see his ID?

Yes. I don't know him.

The plane lost contact with the control tower

12 minutes after takeoff.

The black box, which was recently retrieved,

should shed some light on the events preceding the accident.

The casualty figures stand

at 231 passengers and six members of the crew.

The only person alive, Tomas Sanz,

was arrested by the police...

Are you here of your own free will?

...accused of robbing a bank two months ago.

What does it feel like when a plane is going down?

- I was asleep. - Come on.

- You're pulling my leg. - What's this?

- What's that smell? - Molasses.

That's his favorite.

Right.

Place your bets, please.

I'm sorry.

Federico, you can't be here.

- He's new. - Get him started and go.

Here.

What's this?

No money bets. - It's not money.

It's a jewel.

The indemnity of the only survivor of the plane crash.

That's right...

I knew I'd seen you before. - I won't play against him.

Even this won't do.

One of your fingers would be a nice trophy.

- If he agrees, we're game. - Good idea.

- So, Federico? - Let's play.

- Wait! - Forget it!

Come on, wait!

- What about my finger? - You won't lose it.

- Right. Get lost. - Those guys...

they're fucking amateurs,

who won a bingo game or fell from the second floor.

They have no chance against you.

- I won't do it. - Fuck.

You survived a plane crash, I helped you get out of the hospital.

Isn't that luck? - And so what?

All you need in there is luck.

But I'm not stupid.

You are lucky and you can control that luck.

You're fucking insane.

Let me go,

or I'll touch you.

Let me pass.

Why do you think you're the only survivor?

Tell me why! There were good people on that plane.

What saved you... a thief? God?

- Chance. - That doesn't exist for you.

Your gift is to steal other people's luck.

Otherwise, you'd be dead.

- Right. - I believe in you.

But if you don't,

there's nothing else to say.

- You can keep the money. - You messed up

because of a finger I would have wagered with you.

It's yours.

Place your hands on the table, gentlemen.

Remove the scarves.

Do not move, please.

Hello?

Hello?

You're still playing?

Who is this?

Are you still playing?

What do you think, Federico?

You won't die of old age.

- What? - With a bug on my head,

I made more in one night

than in a lifetime of risking my ass!

You could have lost a finger.

- So could you. - No.

After they'd cut yours off, I'd have taken off.

You can run away from them, but not from me.

I'm glad you like the game.

How do we split that thing, wise guy?

Fall and winter for you. Spring and summer for me.

Very funny!

I'll go look for a bedroom.

This is Ana. Leave a message at the tone.

Hello, Ana. It's me. Are you there?

Ana...

are you there?

Okay, well...

nothing.

I hope you're well.

Thank God you didn't come with me.

I shouldn't have taken that damn plane.

I am glad that we're both alive.

Very glad.

I miss you.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.

Come on, run!

Come on! Up!

I can't do it. I'm too old for that.

Come on!

Give it to me.

Come on, give it to me! Come on!

- Don't touch me! - Give it to me! Come on!

Don't you ever touch me again. Ever!

I thought it was safe to call from a payphone.

Next time, just tell me,

and we'll do it the smart way.

- What's her name? - Ana.

- Is that the girl in the picture? - Yes.

- Wasn't she going with you? - She missed the plane.

How lucky. How did she miss it?

We need a phone. We have to tell the bullfighter.

Only fear makes for a great fight.

For a real bullfighter, it's not the fear of losing,

but the fear of suffering...

your own suffering and that of those around you.

It is that fear that drives you to really fight.

Why quit? You were never injured.

I lost my fear of the bull.

You can't fight the bull without fear.

Hello.

Hello.

- Alejandro Dominguez. - I know.

- Can I have a word? - Give me a moment.

Sure.

This is not the first time.

- The alarm didn't go off. - I always forget to set it.

- It happens. - I'm getting old. I forget things.

No need to justify yourself.

Will it be long?

No, I'll be right with you.

Thank you.

Leave it there, please.

Sara.

We found Tomas Sanz's fingerprints in the car.

- And his accomplice? - Nothing.

The doors and windows haven't been forced.

- How did they get in? - Through the walls...

or with a key.

Have you shown us the whole house?

Dominguez has a clean record

and no connection with those guys.

Okay.

Goodbye, little bull. Goodbye.

Leave me alone.

What the fuck were you going to Martinique for?

I was fleeing.

And then what?

I was going to open a business on the beach.

When we're done, the Caribbean won't be a luxury.

What will we bet?

I haven't decided yet.

We'll be back for lunch next month.

See you then.

Wait.

I'm going to stay. Thanks for everything.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- You broke the window. - What?

Turn around, spread your legs

and put your hands on the car. - What's going on?

Did you hear me?

I'm going to handcuff you.

- Right arm first... - No need to touch me.

- Behind your back. - Quit touching me.

Let me go!

You'll do to me what you did to your husband and daughter?

What?

The scar...

you are famous among your colleagues.

You should be dead, but you saved yourself.

Where is Tomas Sanz?

Your good luck is someone else's misery, right?

- Tomas Sanz. - Let's make a deal.

I take you to him, and you forget about me.

You spent your insurance money on that?

Will it do?

Yes.

What did Tomas do to you?

Wait till he reaches the Jew.

- Who? - The Jew.

He survived a concentration camp

and lives in a casino.

If he touches you, your gift is gone.

You become normal.

But I don't believe that.

We are the way we are.

Tonight, we'll play with the captives...

morons who let us bring them bad luck.

All you do is touch them as much as possible

to steal the little luck they might have.

Then we roll the dice, and the highest number wins.

It's going to rain like hell.

You should have brought warmer clothes.

Bad mummy...

What's wrong?

Don't you have anything to say?

ID, please.

FOR THE DEATH OF A SPOUSE... FOR THE DEATH OF A CHILD...

Place your bets, please.

Is it authentic?

- What will we wager? - My house.

What, now?

During the game, think of something nice.

It'll go better if you're relaxed.

Think of the good times you've had in your life.

With Ana, for instance.

- Why don't you play? - I don't have the gift.

Are you sure?

If you don't have it, you're nobody.

- The guy with Tomas is older. - Gentlemen, pick your captives.

They should be here. The next game's in two weeks.

- Let's go. - No.

- You'd be out of the game for good. - Please, move forward.

This is the only way to get to him.

The man with the gray hair.

The man with the gray hair, please move forward.

Come closer to the window.

Pick the one that turns you on the most.

The man with the orange sweater.

The man with the orange sweater, please move forward.

The winner gets the wagers plus the captives.

Scarves.

Don't you worry, this is the best part.

Well...

let's start.

Don't start yet.

Miss, move forward.

Your hand, please.

Six and four... 10.

Your hand, please.

Three and two...

five.

On the ground!

This game's invalidated.

She was in the hospital when I woke up.

It's all good.

- She pointed her gun at me twice. - But she didn't arrest you.

You bitch!

You fucked me over.

You should have arrested him after the game.

You don't deserve your gift.

- What about this? - It's ours. Put it away.

What's up with that?

- We wager people now? - Got a problem with that?

That girl...

what will happen to her?

- She'll probably die from a cold. - Come on.

Honestly, I don't know.

The picture, the kiss... she must have a crush on you.

What?

You stole her good luck through the picture. She's yours now.

From now on, we'll wager people's luck.

The more pictures, the more luck for you.

You don't believe me, do you?

Some sickos like to wager people's pictures.

It's the easiest way for you to make money and leave.

Well, I don't like it.

I won't play that way.

I don't see any other way.

It's up to you.

You accept it and stay, or you go rob another bank.

But hurry up. That cop will soon come to her senses.

- You asshole. - I'm only taking care of business.

FILE: HORACIO CAPARROS

Place your bets, please.

Wait for me in the woods.

Are you ready?

- Did you wager it all? - I play to win.

The check too?

After tonight, no more running away,

no more sleeping in the car and eating shit.

After tonight, we're off to Ucanca for the last game.

Ucanca?

What we'll win there is way bigger.

It's a question of dignity,

of getting what you want and earning respect.

I like that.

What, respect?

I like that you actually have a reason for doing this.

When you win in Ucanca, you'll be the luckiest man on earth.

And our work will be done.

Well, you'll buy me a drink.

Or 10.

Now, try to concentrate.

Everyone here would kill to go to Ucanca.

Come on!

Faster!

Run!

Come on, run!

Go, go!

Come on, only two left!

Come on, come on!

Stop, Alejandro!

You are the winner.

Federico?

Federico?

I want someone to open the door for me.

It's wide open.

Please... Can you drop me off at the train station?

What is she doing here?

What the fuck is she doing here?

Put that back where it was.

Put it in the briefcase.

Sorry, but she's mine.

Get out.

Beat it!

I'm sorry.

This should have never happened.

You wouldn't be here if we had found Tomas.

Ana...

you have to help me.

Talk to me.

Let's start from the beginning.

Why didn't you take that plane?

It didn't do you any good to leave him

and escape the accident.

Because he survived too, and look where that led you.

Your bad luck is Tomas' fault.

He can go to hell.

I don't believe you.

He prevented me from taking that plane.

At the airport, he said,

"I don't love you anymore."

He saved my life.

- What did you say? - I don't love you anymore.

Is something wrong?

Why do we have a copy of Caparros' file?

The court required one.

What for?

His ex-wife filed a complaint against the insurance company.

He committed suicide, but she wants the insurance money.

And Van Kuipp Life refuses to pay.

Van Kuipp Life?

It's the insurance company from the plane crash.

That's mine.

Good evening.

- Are you Claudia? - Yes, I am.

Wait, don't hang up.

I hear you're in charge of Caparros' and Sanz's files.

That's right.

But I spoke with someone else at the hospital.

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

Tough luck.

Tough luck... right!

What will happen to Ana now?

We can get her back.

How so?

Wager and win her picture back.

But the guy's off to Ucanca.

- It belongs to someone else now. - To whom?

Samuel Berg... the Jew.

How do you know?

He's the fucking king of fate.

No one has survived Ucanca in 30 years.

You bastard!

That's where you were taking me!

You shouldn't have lost. That's why I wagered Ana.

What's the game?

You're given a gun loaded with five bullets.

You shoot first.

If you kill him, you win. If not...

the Jew shoots.

Five to one...

could be worse.

The guy who got luckier than you, died.

I make the decisions.

Who will you wager?

They took a plane to Ucanca.

Why are you bringing me a loser?

Don't play.

G�rard told me you used his girlfriend

without his knowledge.

Nobody's ever come here out of love.

Your boy deserves to play.

I don't usually talk to the people who come to play.

But this time...

I want to make an exception.

Look at this.

Every morning, the door of the barrack got opened,

and they took a few out.

First, the oldest... then our parents,

then the brothers and sisters.

In a couple of weeks, there were only

about 50 of us left... all children.

Suddenly, they just stopped coming.

Then...

one day...

a man appeared. He was not a guard.

He was wearing...

a sand-colored suit. Spotless, it was.

And he held a black handkerchief to his nose.

We didn't smell too good, you see.

And one by one, he took us by the arm and...

jolted our numbers down in his notebook.

We would be called and reunited with our parents.

And then he left and never came back.

But the guards returned.

They lined us up and shouted a number.

I looked at my arm... it wasn't me.

It was one of the others. And as he walked through the door,

he turned and looked at us all,

thrilled to bits that he had won...

and disappeared. And so on.

Every day, another number.

Or two.

Or none.

Sometimes they would just stand, looking at us,

and then leave.

In the end, only Daniel and I were left...

for four days alone.

And we talked. We talked a lot.

Daniel knew things.

He used to help his father at the watchmaker's shop.

Did you know that...

if you stare at the minute hand, hard enough,

you can see it move?

That photo is of Helena, his sister.

Daniel knew that it wasn't our parents

who would wait for us outside.

And the day the door opened again,

I took my friend's hand and I...

closed my eyes, willing it not to be my number.

When Daniel let go of me, I couldn't open my eyes again.

I didn't want to look at him face to face.

He just said to me, "It's yours,"

and walked off.

And...

he left the photo in my hand.

The next time the door opened...

the uniforms had changed.

Well, if you're ready, I think it's time to play.

I found an elevator leading to the basement.

Roberto?

Carlos, Javier, can you hear me?

Federico, you have to go.

Have faith.

Remember that you came out intact.

I don't love you anymore.

Let's get out of here!

Your work is done. Leave now.

God damn it, Federico, our work is done.

Come on.

We won.

You won.

Take care of yourself.

Sara? Are you there?

To my father