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FERRÁN JEWELERS

MADRID, NOVEMBER 1955

HOLD-UP!

PANAMA, THREE WEEKS EARLIER

We're pawning them, not selling them for good.

It's Evita's jewellery! How could we possibly pawn it?

We're broke, that's how.

Setting Perón up in Madrid will require funds.

Sorry about the wait.

Do you have the key?

When you're done,

ring the buzzer, if you would.

Thank you.

The General will have your guts for garters, Landa.

He doesn't need to know.

We're in Panama. There are no strangers here.

I have a meeting Tuesday in Madrid

to make the General's asylum request official.

So I'm pawning these while I'm there.

What if he wants to see them?

When he gets nostalgic...

With the trip to Spain, he'll have enough on his mind.

And once in Madrid,

if it comes to it, we'll tell him they're here.

In Panama.

From this point forward,

this is on you, not me.

- Copy that? - You're not allowed inside.

Let me through! They're expecting me.

No entry, like I said!

Merello! Come on in.

- It's fine, he's with me. - What did I tell you?

What took you so long?

We can't have the car back unless we pay.

I did warn Buscaglia.

It's fine, Merello.

Both yesterday and this morning.

Never mind about that. Don't worry.

What's wrong?

- Are you expecting anyone? - No.

Do you know him?

No.

Get inside quiet as can be, lights off, and hide that.

Any sudden moves and you're dead.

No, no.

Do I put my hands up?

- Are you here alone? - Yes.

Easy, easy!

Zip it. What is your business here?

- Whom are you after? - Moisés Landa.

- On what business? - Is it you?

I ask the questions. What do you want with him?

- I have to talk to him. - He's not in.

Fine.

I can wait.

You can't stay here.

What are you going to do, then?

Kill me?

- Moisés Landa? - What do you want?

I want to talk to you. May I?

Talk.

My...

My mother sent me.

Matilde Jordán.

Matilde Jordán is your mother?

Since the day I was born.

May I?

Her, I'm sure you recognize. I'm the runt.

It's fine, Merello.

Don't worry. He's my friend's kid.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

And how is Matilde these days?

I miss her terribly, but...

It got ugly for the patriots back in Argentina,

so I had to leave.

- You're a Peronista? - 'Til my dying breath.

And what brings you here?

Mom said you could help find me a job.

What are your skills?

Well, I'm...

I'm a vaudeville artist.

I do a Chaplin impression.

With the hat, the cane and the other hand free.

Folks laugh themselves silly.

Do you know Happy Land?

A cabaret in the port district.

I arrived just two days ago.

Follow me.

Go there tomorrow...

and ask to see this gentleman.

Almagro.

Have you had lunch yet?

I haven't eaten in about two days.

Just like Chaplin. You know "The Gold Rush"?

No.

Listen, sir...

Take this.

Get yourself some food.

And remember: Almagro. Luis Almagro.

Tell him I sent you.

I'll make a good impression, Landa. You won't regret this.

Go get some rest, yes?

Very well. Have a good afternoon.

Goodbye.

What is it?

Nothing, just...

Can I get a peek?

A peek at what?

The Lady's jewels.

Remember them?

You saw them being polished while working security.

No, no.

I always had my back to them, keeping watch.

Face to face like this,

I only got to see them once.

Magnificent.

She wore them on her official trip to Spain.

She was like a movie star.

She was the sort who shone with an inner light.

She wore this one when she met Pope Pius XII.

Can you imagine?

The General treasures them like a talisman.

The thought of parting with them...

it makes me sick.

- They are very special jewels. - Yes.

But this is a jewellery store, not a pawn shop.

We can arrange a fee for your discretion.

- For what? - The handling.

For the pawn services.

Yes, of course.

Let's say 20%.

Ferrán...

20% of what?

Five million.

You'd promised more.

It's all I can offer.

These are Eva Perón's jewels!

Very well.

Are you all right?

Yes, wonderful.

If you would.

- Should I call you a cab? - No, don't trouble yourself.

Where's the nearest drug store, though?

Across the street, to your right.

You can't miss it.

Mr. Ferrán, phone call for you.

Just a moment.

- Watch the money. - Yes, yes.

- Pardon me. - Go ahead.

Here. Yes?

Is something the matter? Are you ill?

Hold on.

Breathe. Breathe.

- Need a hand? - I'm at a loss.

- It's asthma. - Are you sure?

Yes, I'm a nurse at La Concepción.

Hail that cab.

Don't worry. I'm here for you. Rest easy.

Thank you. Get in, get in.

He's awake.

How do you feel?

Where am I?

At the La Concepción clinic.

My briefcase.

Where is my briefcase?

What briefcase?

Relax. Try not to move.

Here you go.

Did anyone open it?

No. We didn't open anything.

You saved my life.

You exaggerate.

I must offer you some token of my appreciation.

- That's not necessary. - In some form or another.

- Don't trouble yourself! - Indulge me, please.

Very well.

Sing me a tango.

Me?

I don't know any.

An Argentine who can't sing a tango?

Pity. I love the tango.

There's a cab.

I won't forget you.

That's what everyone says.

I'm not like everyone.

They all say that too!

Always keep two pumps on you.

Ferrán is a good friend.

To my wife, above all!

Adela loves to visit him.

Did he make you a good offer?

What did he offer you?

Five million.

Shit. I'd love me a taste of that.

Without Adela finding out.

Moving to Madrid will entail expenses.

Renting and furnishing a place, buying cars...

Hiring people to handle security.

You'll doubtlessly agree

the General can't live in any old corner.

Thank you, Juan.

Here.

Listen, Landa...

- Have a seat, please. - Thank you.

Us Spaniards are extremely grateful towards Argentina.

We will never forget the wheat shipments

which Perón sent us following the war.

Our peoples are siblings, Colonel.

Yes, and the Generalissimo treasures that greatly.

He holds great admiration for Perón.

The General greatly admires him as well.

And yet the Holy Father excommunicated General Perón.

And ours is a Roman Catholic Apostolic nation.

As I'm sure you can imagine, this is inopportune timing

for granting him political asylum.

Asylum has been pushed back a bit.

You said it was a done deal.

There are some kinks to iron out still.

It'll be done by year's end without fail.

These Spaniards are rotten sons of bitches.

At any rate, don't mention it to the General.

- How is he holding up? - Same old.

In the dumps, listening to music all day,

talking about dead people.

Did he ask about me?

No.

I'll stop by his bungalow.

No. Not now.

Is he sleeping?

He's with the dancer.

He asked me to come by when I was back.

Later, or maybe tomorrow.

Better yet: I'll let you know.

FERRÁN JEWELERS

Yes, speaking.

I'm quite well.

- Who? - Carmen Polo, Franco's wife.

She loves visiting jewellery stores.

When she fancies something, she has it sent to the palace.

"Paco must see this," she says.

This one here...

And who would dare deny her?

She never sends them back, nor can we bill her.

She caught wind about the jewels

and insisted until my staff showed them to her.

She loved them, naturally.

Evita's jewellery?

I was too late. The lady was spellbound.

Said she had never seen anything like it,

and told us to send them over for the Generalissimo's appraisal.

- Naturally. - Ferrán, they don't belong to you.

She's the Generalissimo's wife!

- Did you send them yet? - No.

I argued we needed the insurance papers first,

which would take a week, or ten days at least.

But the lady isn't in a waiting mood.

She was very keen on them.

Ten days.

Merello. Where can I find him?

It's not standing at attention.

Yes, yes. Get to it.

Who is it?

It's Landa, Merello.

Just a second, please.

Move it.

Sorry to show up unannounced.

- It's a matter of some urgency. - Spit it out.

The General requires your services.

If the General requires it...

Whatever you need, Landa.

Fabián.

Two.

We need to rob a jewellery store.

But the jeweler will be in on it.

- So it's not a heist. - But it must look like one.

You're to travel to Madrid to meet the jeweler.

Madrid? Like, in Spain?

Yes. Will that be a problem?

No, please. You know me better than anyone.

If I must risk my neck for the General...

- It wouldn't be the first time. - Well, then?

It's just that I've never traveled by plane.

The General assures me you're the best man for the job.

He said that?

Shall we find seats?

Yes, yes.

You and Ferrán, the jeweler, will handle everything.

You are to rob the store and secure Evita's jewellery.

- The Lady's jewels? - Yes.

Secure them and hide them where the man directs you.

Then take the next flight back to Panama.

We're stealing them to give them back?

And if we don't?

I gave my word.

You have trusted associates with experience in the matter?

Willing to risk their necks for the General?

- Right. - No, Landa.

They don't make patriots like they used to.

- That kid? - Yes.

You're joking, right?

The first impression doesn't do him any favours.

Nor the second.

He'll do anything and everything.

That's evident, Landa, but he's hardly professional.

It's not professionals we need, Merello.

It's patriots.

I never even touched a gun in my life!

Even as a kid, I never liked them.

See?

- You said you're an actor, no? - He's the wrong guy, Landa.

You're a Peronista.

You said you wouldn't let me down.

- I don't need to kill anyone? - No.

- Nor fire a gun? - No.

- No bloodshed? - None.

What if they resist?

They won't. The jeweler is on our side.

Really?

Why bother robbing it, then?

Lord Almighty.

Come, Landa. This isn't a job for morons.

Wait, wait.

When do we leave?

Turn, turn, turn.

Yes, lovely.

Two, three. Hit it, hit it.

Go.

And down. That's it.

That's it. Go, go, go.

Marcelo Albino Tigeroti Costa.

Sounds like a radio drama character.

And Alberto Orlando Bermejo.

- I'm Uruguayan? - Why Uruguayan?

I am forever Argentine, Landa.

Merello, your Argentineness stays on this soil.

- To the death. - As it should be.

Here are your tickets and visas.

You leave Saturday.

You'll reach Madrid on Sunday,

and immigration won't stop you.

Stop us? Why would they?

- And the trip back? - Sunday night, after the heist.

- And the guns? - What guns?

Sorry.

Isn't the jeweler in on it?

You expect us to just point finger-guns?

Secure them in Madrid.

For your expenses.

Dress warm. Madrid is rather cold.

And I need receipts for everything, please.

You know, I've been thinking.

What's Marcelo Albino like?

He's Uruguayan, that's clear, but his temperament...

We can talk about your role too, but mine is...

What is he?

Some kind of dimwit?

What's he like? Clever? Is he a prick?

A mean sort? "What are you looking at?"

What's he like?

- I'll get us another round. - Please.

Here.

Edmundo Rivero! How about that?

For me? You shouldn't have, Landa.

No. I have a favour to ask of you.

In Madrid, when you have a moment,

head to the La Concepción clinic

and drop that off, along with this note,

for Teresa Carbajal.

Then leave. She's a friend.

A friend?

A special friend?

Just a friend.

Yes, yes.

Again. And up.

If I'm not back in two weeks' time,

could you deliver that to Landa?

If you're "not back"?

Where are you going?

Classified business.

In Madrid.

Madrid?

How I'd love to live in Madrid!

Bring me something.

Absolutely.

What will you tell Almagro?

That I have a fever or something.

- Fevers don't stop us here. - I'll sprain something, then.

That might work.

- Can I come in? - Buscaglia.

- What brings you here? - I came to see the artist!

The General asked about you again.

Did he, now?

- For you. - They're gorgeous.

You've got him spellbound.

Him and everyone else.

He's here.

Let me do the talking. Don't say a word, got it?

Marcelo Albino Tigeroti and Alberto Orlando Bermejo?

That's us. Uruguayans.

I am...

- When did you arrive? - We did, and that's that.

- Are you familiar with the city? - No.

But we're eager to get to know it, no?

Where can I find the La Concepción clinic?

- Are you ill? - Can you zip it, Marcelo Antonio?

Albino.

Marcelo Albino. Uruguayan.

When does it open?

- The clinic? - The jewellery store.

At 10 AM.

- How many on staff? - Three, other than me.

- Are they in on the heist? - No, no.

- Do you keep guns at the store? - Goodness, no.

You won't be armed either, right?

- Ever seen a gunless heist? - But you won't be using them.

If you do as planned, they won't be necessary.

And when will it be?

I tend to see visit clients in the afternoon.

So it would be strange if I...

I should be there, no?

Who'd hand us the jewels otherwise?

Yes, of course. Of course.

- When will you do it? - Saturday morning.

This Saturday?

Around what time?

Where do you keep the Lady's jewels?

In a safe in my office.

Here's what we'll do.

He'll keep an eye on the staff

while you and I visit the safe.

I'll get the Lady's jewels while Marcelo...

Albino. Uruguayan.

He takes the ones in the display case.

No, no. That's not part of the agreement.

It's supposed to look like an everyday heist, Ferrán.

If we take only the Lady's, it'll sound alarm bells.

- You can't take my product. - Doesn't have to be the good stuff.

They are all good stuff.

If the insurance company gets suspicious,

it'll be a world of trouble for you.

You'll give them back, though.

- Do you take us for goons? - What?

We'll keep them at the house, with the rest.

The key, now.

Here are the directions.

- Do you have a car? - Yes.

- No. - Yes!

The door gets stuck, so pull it up as you open it.

Like so.

Take your shoes off when you go inside.

We just polished the floor.

And don't use the fireplace.

There are no Neighbors around, but you see it from afar.

And when you leave, turn off the lights.

Hide the keys under the flowerpot by the entrance.

And leave everything just as you found it.

Take nothing that...

- We're not here for petty thievery. - What?

We're here for justice.

Very well, but...

Carry on like that and I'll send you back.

- I was trying to help. - Do that by staying quiet.

- Merello... - Did I stutter?

- What? - Can you drive?

Drive what?

- Can you stand watch? - Over what?

Can you warn me if someone's coming?

What are you doing?

You expect us to make a trolley getaway?

- Merello, this is theft! - You don't say.

- Merello... - Do you ever shut up?

- What are doing to my car? - Nothing, nothing.

- Get out! - He dropped a coin in the car!

Open up! Open up!

Are you all right, honey?

Oh my God. They're taking the car!

Take this, head up to the second floor and...

- I'd like to drop... - Wait, please.

That way, on your right.

All right, go ahead.

This is for one of your nurses. Teresa Carbajal.

Teresa Carbajal. To the reception, please.

That wasn't necessary. I was just...

She'll be here in a moment.

Yes, Lola?

Someone here for you, hon.

You are Teresa Carbajal?

Yes, that's me.

How can I help you?

He shouldn't have. I said it on a lark.

Yes, well. He is a man of his word.

Like all Uruguayans.

I thought he was Argentine.

Same difference.

Uruguayans, Argentines... We all love the tango.

What is he to you? Friend? Family?

He is...

My father.

I see the resemblance, yes.

They say father and son very often...

How is his asthma?

Fine. He's fine, no.

He's handling his asthma fine. Quite well.

He must always have an inhaler with him.

He said to tell you he's busy,

but that I can invite you out for a tango.

In Madrid or Buenos Aires?

Or Montevideo, China...

Kidding. Right here in Madrid.

Or cha-cha-cha, perhaps,

a waltz, or whatever you'd like.

You like to dance?

I am something of a dancer.

As am I.

When do you get off?

A bit late today.

What about tomorrow? The day after?

The day after that one?

How about Friday?

FERRÁN JEWELERS

We'll have to go inside.

- Why? - We can't see it from here.

Jewellery stores are all about the same inside, just...

The better one knows the heist target, the better.

- What heist? - Wait here, all right?

We're not doing the buddy system?

Ever seen two men buying jewellery together?

I've never even been in a jewellery store. You?

I worked at one in Buenos Aires.

- You were a jeweler? - No, security.

What's with the fidgeting?

I'm practically pissing myself.

Just wait here. I'll be back in a minute.

Good day. Welcome.

Thank you.

Maribel, if you would.

- What are you looking for? - A gift.

For your wife, mother, mother-in-law, aunt?

For my wife.

And what would she like?

A bracelet? A pendant, a brooch?

- A necklace? - A necklace might work.

- Do you like pearls? - I adore them.

We have magnificent ones. Give me just a moment.

- Hello. - Hello.

Good afternoon.

Yes...

- Do you have any bracelets? - Yes, certainly.

- Please. - Can you show me?

What sort of bracelet are you looking for?

Bathroom.

- Pardon me? - A...

A restroom.

So I can...

Right. Follow me, please.

No, I've yet to be notified of its arrival.

Just a moment while I check with Maribel.

Stay on hold.

The fastener on this one is silver.

Maribel. I have someone asking about the silver and...

What?

How are you?

See to this gentleman.

Ready to see the bracelets?

I'll find something else, actually. Thank you, anyway.

Which do you like better?

I'll give it some thought.

I'll tell you what, though.

Pearls look wonderful on a woman.

Yes, I know.

Thank you so much. I'll be back when I can.

I couldn't just pee myself out there.

Pee doesn't stop us in this line of work.

It's not my line of work.

It's mine.

How did you get into this?

For the last time.

We're here to retrieve the Lady's jewels.

Another fuck-up from you

and I'll send you back to your mommy, got it?

Isaac Neuderman was an extraordinary man.

- Who? - What did you just ask me?

You're picking up from...

How did you get into this?

He was an extraordinary man.

Only had one arm.

But he was a great guy.

He was mortified when people learned of his missing arm.

It couldn't have been easy.

Can I continue?

Go ahead.

It was a source of great shame for him.

So he'd always tuck the empty sleeve

into his coat pocket.

On the second day of the Mercado de Abasto strike,

a soldier spotted him...

and called him over.

He then ordered him to lift up his arms.

And Neuderman obeyed, poor fella.

He raised just his left arm.

What else could he do, missing the other arm?

Would you like to tell it for me?

You tell it.

He raised his left arm.

But the empty sleeve was stuck in his pocket.

The soldier figured he was readying to draw.

The soldier himself was quaking in his boots.

So he fucked up, opened fire and killed him.

Seriously?

For missing an arm.

I was there.

I was just a little boy. Maybe what?

Ten years old.

And seeing death from up close like that...

It can change a life.

In my case...

it made me no longer fear losing mine.

And that explains my line of work.

What's wrong?

Tell me, Miguel.

How did you come into yours?

- My what? - Your line of work.

What line of work?

- You're an actor, no? - Right, yes, yes.

No, see, when I was little...

I didn't have a father in my life, but...

I mean, I did have a father. It's just...

Should I keep going?

So I didn't have a father.

I mean, everyone has a father, but...

It's me! Ferrán, the jeweler!

- What are you doing here? - Why did you come by?

- You said you wouldn't be in. - Today I was.

God, when I saw you...

I told you not to light the fireplace!

It gets cold here, Ferrán.

- Lord have mercy! - Hey, hey!

We'll leave everything as we found it.

What about this? What will I tell my wife?

She adores this stand!

And these bottles?

I told you to take your shoes off!

No, I want you gone.

- Heist canceled. - Not a chance.

What?

He said "no".

It'll go sour. I'll get jittery and...

Can't you see this is insane?

They saw you!

- And? - They'll recognize you!

Easy, Ferrán.

No one will recognize us.

It's not exactly what you required, but...

Well, it happens sometimes.

On the same day, we get people filming a cop movie

and an opera like "La Generala",

and we run out of uniforms.

What are they for?

For a... costume party.

You should be fine, then.

What are these, exactly?

They're...

Well, gala attire.

But would people take it for army attire?

Certainly. With the buttons, the chevrons...

I have some peaked caps that are to die for.

Sweetie! Bring me the caps.

Where are you from?

- Chile. - Chile!

Francisca.

Thank you.

Well, I don't know what it's like there,

but folks here can't tell uniforms apart.

Particularly gala attire,

which leaves an impression and project great...

great authority.

We can throw in some medals, if you'd like.

Do they work?

Just clean them first.

And the parts I asked for?

Let's see.

They're not worth what you're charging.

- Around here, they are. - I see.

"Around here, they are."

Perfect.

That will be all.

But how about this?

I'll give you half. That's all they're worth.

It's $4000 now.

Very well.

A sudden price hike.

There you go.

Any bullets? Or will I be firing air?

That'll be another $100.

You know you're robbing me blind, right?

Another $100.

- Show him out. - No need, pendejo.

I know the way.

The money.

Easy there. The money.

The money.

Quick, quick.

Very good.

- It's not loaded. - No?

- Care to call my bluff? - You son of a bitch!

Don't ever call an Argentine's mom a bitch.

Wasn't my request.

The General said he wanted to show them to me.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

The Lady's jewels are in a bank safe box

and can't be moved.

Except Buscaglia tells me you have the keys.

It's so lovely to see you again!

Buscaglia.

I'm glad you're here.

The General is in a fretful mood.

He worried you weren't coming.

I'd never stand the General up.

Go ahead. He's expecting you.

He's in his office.

Buscaglia.

Quit fuelling this jewel nonsense.

What am I supposed to do?

The General likes the girl.

He's got a soft spot for blondes, as you know.

Meanwhile,

it keeps his mind off the move to Madrid.

I did warn you not to pawn them.

Didn't I?

Silence, this is...

I said silence, this...

"Stick 'em up".

Stick 'em up, this is a robbery.

What's that you're doing? That thing.

I'm rehearsing. For when I draw my gun.

Remember the accent, eh?

No, I've been practicing. Want to hear it?

So...

Quit tinkering with that. It's driving me crazy.

Why all the cleaning, if we won't be firing them?

Stick 'em up, this is a robbery!

"Hold-up".

I went with the classic. People don't know..."Hold-up"?

It's how they say it here. Not "robbery".

So I say "hold-up"?

All right.

Stick 'em up, this is a hold-up!

No, go ahead.

On the heavier side, come on...

Be quiet or I'll be forced to do something I'd rather not!

- What now? - My gaze goes to my hand.

And seeing the finger-gun, my concentration...

It's an acting thing.

Stick 'em up, this is a hold-up!

Throw in a curse word, an expletive...

Right.

I'll go with "fucking", I don't want to bring religion into this...

Stick 'em up, this is a robbery! Hold-up! Fuck...

Everybody be quiet or I fire my gun.

Fuck.

Does that work?

Why steal another car?

Are you opening a dealership?

Don't you have anything better to do?

No.

I'm switching the plates.

We don't get that many Paraguayans in Madrid.

Uruguayans.

- Same difference. - I guess you're right.

We do get a lot more Argentines.

Yes, far more of them.

But I don't much care for them.

- No? - No, they're...

Eva Perón, for instance.

She was here a few years back, you know?

Yes, yes.

She seemed...

Franco's wife is a real lady and carries herself as such,

but that Perón is a bit vulgar.

- Is she? - Indeed.

Stand-offish, if you catch my drift.

But naturally, Franco's wife, she doesn't...

Peculiar fella you set me up with.

What did he do?

I'll tell you later!

You're going?

Yup.

Didn't care for Teresa's friend?

Nope.

I'll get my things and head back with you.

Stay, but don't be long. Duty calls tomorrow.

What's with him?

He just had pressing business to see to.

This time of night?

Yes, I'm...

I'm sorry for your friend.

My friend? Look.

And you? No "pressing business"?

Ask you for this dance?

Not unless you tell me what brings you to Madrid.

Work.

What work?

Grant me this dance and I'll tell you.

- Again! - No.

- Do it again! - No, no.

Last time, I promise.

- Last one? - Yes.

If it's a promise, seal it with a kiss.

Deal.

Go on.

You live this way?

In that direction.

It was right here that I met your father.

Come here.

It's lovely.

How about that kiss?

Only if you give me one of these.

I'll want two kisses for that.

Pick one.

The clover.

For luck.

Here you go.

So that you never forget me.

Let me see how it looks on me.

Here he comes.

- One employee missing. - She must be on her way.

What are you doing? What's that?

- I'm vocalizing. - Quit clowning around.

- Have you peed? - Twice.

- Shall we? - No, no.

Wait until they put their coats away.

El Pardo called again last night.

- Concerning what? - Mrs. Carmen's jewels.

And what did you tell them?

"Still waiting on insurance," as you instructed.

I think she's coming by today.

Who?

- Mrs. Carmen. - Why do you say that?

I don't know. I saw an army vehicle.

- Where? - Right outside.

Outside?

Lord help me, Lord help me.

Who switched the display?

- Me, last night. - It was the new collection.

- Yes, but... - These are of lesser quality.

I'm trying to unload stock. Let's get to it.

Is something the matter?

Relax. All of you.

Business as usual.

- Dolores. - Yes.

- Get our orders organized. - Yes, yes.

Come on.

- Wait, wait. - What is it?

- All good? - Yes.

All good.

Happens before every premiere.

- Not turning it off? - No.

- What if they steal it? - Who'd dare rob an army vehicle?

- Merello... - What?

Have you ever been in love?

In love? Are you taking the piss? What's this nonsense now?

Not even with the Lady?

With Evita.

One doesn't fall in love with goddesses.

One merely worships them.

Come on, and remember the accent.

Good morning.

How can I be of assistance?

Everybody quiet! This is a hold-up!

Fuck.

Don't make me do something I'd rather not.

Where's the safe?

Move!

- In my office. - Lieutenant.

Follow the gentleman.

And you... move it!

Move!

Fuck.

What's with the uniforms? Are you nuts?

- Open the safe. - You didn't say you...

Open the safe!

- Open this one! - Yes.

Yes, yes, relax.

- Where is it? - What?

- The clover. - What clover?

There was a clover pendant on display!

- Yes, yes. - Where is it?

They moved things around. I don't know.

Where the fuck is it?

I'll go look.

And they're the real ones? 'Cause if you trick me...

- Trick you? - Are they the Lady's jewels?

Of course!

And the clover? No, it's not a ring!

A clover pendant!

What are you looking at? Find me the clover, fuck!

Wait, wait.

Take it back to the house. Hide them in the lumber.

Hold on, man!

You can't just up and leave. Break something.

To make it look like there was resistance.

Lieutenant.

Look for a four-leaf clover!

What's up, lieutenant?

Keep looking for the fucking clover!

I got 'em. Let's go!

- Move! - Let's go!

- Let's fucking go! - Give me a second!

What the hell are you looking for?

- Let's go! - Wait, wait.

All set.

Go, go!

Let's go!

Step on it! Fuckin' step on it!

- Punch it! - I'm going, I'm going!

Quit honking, you moron.

Where's the other car?

Christ, look at all that blood!

I'm fine.

You don't look it. Where's the other car?

Five minutes from here. Go on and get it.

- I'm not leaving you! - I'm fine, I'm telling you!

Move!

Move, you damned things!

It can't be. Where is Antúnez?

- On vacation. - Corina is on leave?

- That's correct. - A Saturday robbery!

Who could I send?

I can handle it.

You graduated barely a month ago, Ramos.

Ranked second in my class.

- Pair up with Naranjo. - Commissioner...

He's handled plenty of these.

Sure, 20 years ago.

"E", "F"...

"L", "V", "O"...

"D".

Naranjo!

- Yes? - Naranjo, I have a case for you.

Heard about the jewellery store hold-up?

No such thing as a "hold-up" in Spain.

Quit fucking with me, Naranjo.

Son a fucking bitch!

- I'll feel better tomorrow. - You need a hospital, Merello.

With a gunshot wound?

- What if it gets infected? - Know how to remove a bullet?

Go boil some water.

How many were they?

Two.

Military men.

- What do you mean, military? - They were in uniform.

The younger one called the other "lieutenant".

What branch of the armed forces?

I don't know.

- The Air Force, maybe. - Cavalry, on account of the boots.

What were they like?

Age, appearance, height...

- They were... - They spoke funny.

- Right. - Funny?

- In Spanish? - Yes, but with accents.

What sort? Andalusian, Basque, Catalan?

No, more like...

- South American. - Right.

Particularly the older one, upon leaving the office.

The younger one said "fuck" a lot.

Dolores.

He insisted on a clover pendant.

Yes, he was fixated on this clover.

Terribly fixated.

- What were her eyes like? - Like a pair of diamonds.

Filled with tenderness.

Always had a smile on her face.

- Keep asking. - Right.

Her voice. What was Evita's voice like?

When she spoke,

even when addressing a crowd,

it's like she spoke directly to you,

driving the sadness away.

It's out, it's out.

- Told you it wasn't that hard. - All done.

I'll be better in the morning.

- We should go see Teresa. - Don't even think about it.

We can make up a story. The bullet's out.

Did you hear me?

We have to get that stitched up.

- Merello, you're in bad shape. - I'm unimportant here.

All that matters here are the Lady's jewels.

And that no one learns of our hideout, understood?

Well, you're important to me.

Don't get romantic. Fetch me the cognac.

- I'll pour you a glass. - A glass?

It's for the wound.

Get me the jewels.

Well?

Rosário, do you have it?

- Can I try? - No, just a moment.

I was upstairs with the other one.

- The older one. - Yes.

Did you recognize him at all?

No, no.

- Almudena! - What?

With this hold-up business, he's been a bit...

Sorry.

- Did you talk to him? - Who?

The one who was in your office.

- He did all the talking. - In Spanish.

Naturally. They were Spanish military.

Did you pick up on any particular accent?

- Like what? - A South American one, maybe.

No, they were Spanish. No accent whatsoever.

- Inspector Ramos. - Yes?

- A call from the precinct. - Thank you.

My partner will take it from here.

Why did he go up to your office?

He wanted me to open the store safe.

- And did you? - No, I refused.

- And so he attacked you? - Yes.

What was in the safe?

No idea. I didn't open it.

If you didn't open it, it must've been for good reason.

I mean...

What was in there?

- Inside the safe? - Right.

- Nothing. - Nothing?

So why didn't you open it?

I mean, because...

Does it hurt, Antonio?

See? It's all your questioning.

Can't you come by tomorrow or the day after?

Look at the shape he's in!

They found the car.

That's wonderful!

Care for some juice? Freshly made.

Let's find the shepherd. He might've seen something.

Front wind shield: broken.

Superficial wound.

Limited blood loss.

The bullet must've gotten lodged.

In case of an exit wound, he'd have bled on the seat.

Check all the hospitals.

- They're on alert already. - Very well.

It's a stolen vehicle.

The other car is using this one's plates.

What other car?

They left this one here

because they had another one nearby.

Inspector.

- Did you see a second car? - No.

Who did, then?

The girl.

I didn't want to fire!

Truly.

Don't worry, miss. Here.

How could I not worry?

- What if I killed him? - The robbery was their doing.

Some people rob others out of personal need, Dolores.

Personal needs might be bread or milk.

Not jewellery.

If you'll excuse me for a second.

Are we free to go?

Sure. We'll call if we must.

- He won't die, will he? - No, only the good die young.

A shot to the shoulder won't kill anyone, Maribel.

I pray it doesn't get infected.

Naranjo, why can't you take things seriously?

What's wrong?

I'll be back Monday.

- No press, got it? - Copy.

And don't bother Ferrán. He's well-connected.

I don't want government officials calling.

Yes, sir.

If it's resolved by Monday,

I'll see the sub-secretary on Tuesday

to straighten your matter out.

- I don't owe anyone anything. - You caught my drift.

Your first hold-up, Ramos. Don't let me down.

I won't.

What do we have on the uniforms?

- From the fire department. - What?

- That's right. Gala attire. - Give me a break, Naranjo.

A young man rented them.

- Spaniard? - No, South American.

I see.

Here's what we have.

Two South Americans

rob a jewellery store in downtown Madrid

dressed like firemen

to steal a pittance and a silver clover.

Does that make any sense to you?

That's it. Put your back into it.

Get him! Get him!

That's it! Dodge, dodge.

Very good.

Push, push.

Keep your guard up, damn it!

Toy with him a bit.

Now go! Change levels! Low, low!

How have you been, Julián?

- How are the boys? - Not as good as you.

Keep an eye on them. Come on.

No, kid. To the face, damn it!

Like so.

Right, left, right, left...

- Got it? - Teodoro!

What?

Look what the cat dragged in.

Hi, dad.

What?

- On the way back from mass? - It's Saturday, Teodoro.

He's there every day.

- What brings you here? - I came to see you.

Can't you see I'm busy?

What do you want?

Who'd have guns like these?

- You're the cop here, no? - Who'd sell these in Madrid?

I don't deal in gun running any more.

It's a Walther P38.

You calling me blind now?

Where could it have come from?

The Blue Division brought them here.

And who might sell them?

I'm retired, but I don't work for free.

How much?

Leave that shit alone!

El Chato.

El Chato is the one who sells them.

Is that why you became a cop?

To end up like this fuck?

Wait.

How do you know my father?

I arrested him once.

He was tough to handle.

What happened to him?

He tried to scam this Portuguese lot,

and you saw the outcome.

Only natural for him to hold a grudge.

Particularly with his son joining the force.

Every family has a black sheep.

Naranjo, does anyone else know about this?

No, just me.

It's better off this way.

No idea. We don't sell guns here.

Sure, but you could be of...

I don't know anything.

You must've seen someone around these...

- Again, I don't know anything. - They mentioned you.

They all did.

And the gun was used to wound a colleague of ours.

Folks are quite on edge.

- As usual. - You know us police.

It pains us terribly when folks aren't helpful.

You'll have to look elsewhere.

We don't need names.

- We don't use names here. - Right.

Say a foreigner were looking for a gun.

A South American, for instance.

What nationality would they be?

Argentine.

The son of a bitch was Argentine.

A moment of your attention, please.

One per desk.

Check visas of any South Americans

who entered Spain in the past month.

Sort them by date of entry.

All clear? Get to work.

- Good day. - Good day. It's all here.

I can tell.

What are you doing?

Sorting by date of entry. Can you give me a hand?

No, no. We're looking for Argentines.

What if they're Chilean, Mexican?

You heard the fella.

Fine.

- Had breakfast yet? - No.

Work goes poorly on an empty stomach.

It's Sunday.

- And? - I'm going to mass.

So you're skipping breakfast?

I'm taking the communion.

Can you give me a hand?

I'm not too fond of priests.

I'll go get some breakfast.

Gentlemen, we're to focus strictly on Argentines.

SPANISH EMBASSY IN URUGUAY

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Wait, can I see that one again?

"Moisés Landa".

That face...

Moisés Landa?

- You said the perpetrators were... - Wait.

No, he wasn't a perpetrator. He was a...

A what?

A customer. He came to see Mr. Ferrán.

- On what business? - I can't say.

When was this?

It was...

A couple of days before Mrs. Carmen's visit, so...

Mrs. Carmen?

Mrs. Carmen.

- Carmen Polo de Franco? - Yes.

Moisés Landa. What else can you tell us?

He had an asthmatic episode.

- If not for that nurse... - What nurse?

The lady who rescued him.

What, Toquera?

- Someone here to see you. - From the insurance company?

- Insurance? - Give me a moment.

Right. The nurse.

What can you tell me about her?

She said she worked at La Concepción.

- The clinic? - Yes.

- Good morning. - Hello, good morning.

- Something to drink? - No, I'm expected elsewhere.

Here's a list of the stolen goods.

Great. Much obliged.

- Total worth? - 35,817 pesetas.

What about this clover pendant?

The clover is worth...

500 pesetas.

Doesn't that seem low?

For robbing a store of that sort?

It's a pittance.

- Anything else? - No, that'll do me.

Actually, just a moment.

- Is Ferrán trustworthy? - What kind of question is that?

Naturally. Ferrán is a serious jeweler.

- Why do you ask? - Because...

Days before the heist, the wife...

Franco's wife visited the store.

Mrs. Carmen?

- And what did she buy? - I don't know.

Nothing that woman does is on a whim.

You asked me if Ferrán can be trusted.

He suggested we establish a fund.

Meaning what?

Franco's wife often takes jewels without paying.

Madrid's biggest jewelers have a fund in place

to compensate the jewelers affected.

And this was Ferrán's...

Anything else?

No, thank you. I'll see you out.

Miguel?

Miguel?

LA CONCEPCIÓN GENERAL HOSPITAL

Let me see.

- Looks beautiful on you. - Does it?

I love it.

I wanted to...

I wanted to give it to you before I left.

You're going away?

Yes, tonight, my uncle and I.

But...

- No, never mind. - No.

What's wrong?

My uncle is injured.

He suffered a cut and there's an open wound.

I don't know if he can make the trip, so...

You should bring him here.

Well, he doesn't like this sort of place.

I don't know what to do.

It's an Uruguayan thing.

So?

I was thinking...

that...

Maybe you could come to where we're staying.

You could see him, and we'd have some time together.

I can't leave my shift.

When do you get out?

So you're cops.

For police, you don't seem to know much.

Right.

- Was he treated here? - Yes.

Peculiar. We're a maternity ward.

Yes, we know that much.

- What day was this? - The 4th or 5th, in the morning.

Let me check.

Well, then.

- Landa, Moisés. - Correct.

Respiratory failure.

- Did he leave an address? - No.

Who saw to him?

Dr. Sebastián, but he doesn't work Sunday afternoons.

- What about tomorrow? - In the afternoon.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Hold on. Teresa.

- Yes. - You treated that asthma patient?

- Yes. - We have a few questions for you.

Yes, I'd never met a Moisés before.

- Did something befall him? - No.

- We're looking into... - He lost his documents.

They were brought to the precinct,

and we need his address to return them.

How did you know he came here?

Police knows a great many things.

His papers were found by the cabbie who drove him.

That's it.

Any idea where we could find him?

No. He was going back to his country that day.

Argentina?

He said he lived in Panama.

Do you happen to know his Panama address?

- No. - Nor his hotel here in Madrid?

Or what he was doing here?

No.

Did you ever hear back from him?

He sent me a record.

- That's nice. - Yes.

Was there a return address?

No. It was delivered in person.

By a mutual friend?

By his son.

Landa's son?

Yes.

Do you know where we might find him?

No.

He gave me the record and left.

He didn't call afterwards or...

No, no.

And if you'll excuse me, I should get back to work.

- Just a couple of... - Enough, Naranjo.

Can't you see she's busy?

Thank you for your time, and if you see him again,

tell him to get in touch to retrieve his father's papers.

I doubt I'll see him again.

If you'll excuse me.

- Did you see that? - That he fancies the girl? Sure.

- The clover. - What clover?

The silver clover, Naranjo.

Fuckin' hell, Naranjo. Shit.

Where were you?

At the clinic.

You really are a dumbass.

No one saw me.

Teresa will fix you up.

When she's out, I'll bring her here.

And the police will follow your trail.

If they haven't done so already.

Let's go.

Where to?

To the clinic. They can't find me here.

Promise me one thing, Miguel.

If anything happens, never mention your stay here.

What could happen?

Promise me.

I promise.

Grab Ferrán's jewellery and let's go.

And the Lady's?

Bring Ferrán's.

Stand watch on the back street.

- How many do we have? - Two cars.

Good. Did you notify them about the nurse's shift?

I'll have them follow her.

Unless the criminals show up first.

If they do, we move to plan B.

- Want some? - No.

- Come on, lad. - No, thank you.

- You won't make it to mass, Ramos. - 8 AM, at Trinitários.

We'll see.

She's leaving.

Warn our cars.

Hurry, lad. Let's go.

How does this crap work?

Naranjo. It was a man, not the nurse.

Are you kidding?

I can't see a thing in this darkness.

You didn't see the clover, even with the lights.

Your eyesight is shot, right?

You're very sharp.

What are you doing Monday?

What about you?

For your check-up.

Unless someone blabs, I'll ace it as always.

- So you can't see a thing? - Of course I can, damn it.

But very little.

Worse, it's glaucoma, which keeps getting worse.

Not being able to see is risky for a cop.

Particularly one typing at his desk all day.

You weren't typing today.

Wait.

There's a car coming.

Why don't you retire?

They'd pay me chump change.

Wouldn't leave enough for my wife and child.

Screw her, but I want my boy to study like you.

But not to be police.

You don't like the police?

It's my life, damn it. Of course I like it.

What I don't like is...

Wait a moment.

Who's that who got out?

A young man.

So what is it you don't like?

Someone else is getting out.

Yes, but...

Hold on.

- Is he older? - Yes.

- Is he wounded? - I can't tell.

Ramos, you got the good eyes. How is he wearing his coat?

- Like... - Right, over the shoulders.

Correct.

Call it in. You're missing your mass, Ramos.

Ramos here. We're moving to plan B.

There's no one here.

Don't tell them about the house.

To whom?

Them.

Jewellery heist perpetrators arrested...

Uruguayan natives, they were found...

The nurse is their suspected accomplice.

- Arrested in less than 48 hours. - All jewels recovered.

Inspector Benito Ramos

captured the men behind the spectacular heist

in record time.

Forget the matter. It's case closed.

- And a fine job it was. - There are loose ends still.

Are there?

Such as?

Ferrán didn't mention meeting this Moisés Landa.

Leave Ferrán out of this.

It was Ferrán who put the crooks in touch with the girl.

The nurse.

Case closed, Ramos.

And this Landa works in Panama, in Perón's cabinet.

What's that to us?

Evita loved jewellery and Perón needs the money.

Didn't you hear me? Forget about it.

The hold-up took place

days after Franco's wife visit to the store.

Naranjo, if I say "case closed", that's that.

As for you, Ramos, tread lightly.

Your promotion has yet to be made official.

Naranjo, have a seat.

What got into that boy?

Is he trying to end up like you?

There are indeed a lot of loose ends, Verdú.

You know that.

I know plenty of things, Naranjo.

For instance: we stay away from this.

We have an opening

for chief of security at our embassy in Havana.

Good pay, peaceful location.

Pleasant climate, surrounded by beautiful girls.

Forget about this heist.

I'll put in a good word and the job is yours.

A one-of-a-kind opportunity, Naranjo.

If you have a lick of sense, you won't ignore it.

You have one day to think it over.

Fine.

I'm sorry that we have let this go.

Relax. It won't make a difference.

How did you work out the ties to Evita's jewels?

And to Mrs. Carmen?

I was fishing, and the chief gave me a bite.

You saw the look on his face.

- Shit, Naranjo. - What?

I don't get it.

Someone as sharp as you, stuck being a desk jockey.

The ravages of war.

- Were you red? - No.

I was police, but working for the losing side.

You know how they settle scores in this country.

Did your check-up results come in yet?

And?

All good. Still got my wits.

And your eyesight.

You have great eyes, Naranjo. They're the blind ones.

Ramos?

Are there really tons of beautiful girls in Cuba?

You'll pay dearly for this, Landa.

You'll pay very dearly.

And pray that word doesn't reach the General.

Please.

- Were they our men? - Yes.

Who?

One was Merello. You don't know the other one.

Merello? Fuck me!

He was the one who got shot?

Who was the other one?

An acquaintance of mine. Argentine.

Neither one will squeal.

Landa, Landa...

You assured me there would be no trouble.

What of the jewels?

The jewels are safe.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Landa...

- This here too? - Yes.

Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?

Would you have left for Mexico with me?

Does the General know you're leaving?

The General found himself a new doll.

Isabelita, that bore.

Miguel left this for you.

Did the boy stay in Madrid?

- Yes. - Lucky him.

Madrid.

Madrid, Madrid...

"Dear Landa:

You may find this terribly silly of me,

but when I was little, my mom told me plenty about you.

About back when you first met.

The things you'd talk about, for instance.

The trips you two went on together.

I'd always picture the two of you together,

and so I dreamed of a father in your image.

I'd have the silliest notions.

But it all helped me feel a bit less lonely..."

...and I promised myself I'd look for you someday.

That's why I came to Panama to find you.

Soon as I saw you, I knew you were my father.

My heart told me so.

That's why I'm going to Madrid.

To make you proud of me.

Though I don't doubt you for a second...

After all, what kind of son would doubt his father?

If you're reading this, it means things went sour,

and it's very possible I'll never see you again.

With the hope that you're proud of me,

I send you the hug I never gave you.

Viva Perón, viva Evita, viva Argentina.

Your son, Miguel.

It's Tuesday.

What the hell difference does that make?

It's visiting day.

He's not coming.

He must've read my letter by now.

What if the dancer never gave it to him?

Why wouldn't she?

Bermejo.

What?

Visitor.

- What about me? - You go next.

I won't rest until I get you out, Merello.

And when will that be?

I'm tired of being Uruguayan.

I'm handling it.

You two will be back in Panama before you know it.

How is the General doing?

He ordered me to spare no effort to bring you back.

So that he can hug you himself.

- He didn't forget about us? - How could he, Merello?

He's proud of you.

And grateful

that you didn't give up the jewels' location.

They are the Lady's jewels.

Yes, of course.

Where did you hide them?

The General wants to see them.

Landa, you know I'd do anything for the General,

and that I'd never keep something that's not mine.

But until we're out...

I'll move man and mountain to help you, Merello.

But these jewels are of vital importance.

For all of us. The General, the movement, the motherland.

More important than life itself.

Than yours or mine. Yes, I know.

You and I knew what we were getting into, Landa.

But that boy didn't.

And he held strong, like a lion,

refusing to give up the jewels' location.

And they didn't go easy on him.

He's withering away in here.

If he doesn't get out soon...

You've turned romantic on me, Merello.

Once we're out,

I'll lead you to the jewels, don't you worry.

- You'll see the boy now, right? - Please.

- Got one? - They're for you.

How are you holding up?

You look skinnier.

Chickpea-heavy diet. We get barely any steak.

Getting enough sleep?

It's a bit cold here.

I'll have blankets sent over.

Have you seen Teresa lately?

No.

Go see her.

Tell her we don't hold it against her, that...

We know she wasn't in on it.

And give her this.

I made it in the workshop.

Did Rosita give you a letter?

From me.

Did you read it?

In that case, you know...

that we're family.

You know the first thing I'll do when I get out?

I'll hug you like I never got to hug my father.

I'll get you out, son.

I promise. I'll get you out.

23 years is a long time, Colonel.

Armed hold-up.

Impersonating military men.

There was a court martial.

- They could've gotten far worse. - Yes, of course.

But there must be some recourse to get them out.

A pardon, perhaps.

They were imprisoned not two months ago.

There must be something we can do.

This is a serious country, Landa.

Of course. I have no doubt.

What gives me pause is that...

How trustworthy are they?

Unquestionably, Colonel.

But being away from their homes, their country for so long...

Aware that they risk implicating Franco's wife...

Landa.

All they did, Colonel, was their patriotic duty.

Getting them out isn't that simple!

But we'll see what we can do.

Give me...

Give me two months.

And make sure they don't squeal.

Move it.

Come on.

Get out.

Where are we?

Make your way through the woods. They're waiting by the river.

That's all. Goodbye.

Holy crap!

I told you we'd get out, didn't I?

There they are!

PRISON ESCAPE GONE WRONG

FERRÁN JEWELERS BANDITS SHOT DEAD

GUNNED DOWN UPON RESISTING CAPTURE