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A high-asset robbery, professionally conceived,

is 12 months in planning, 12 hours in execution.

A bank robber who is not caught within 12 days…

Is not caught at all.

It's Christmas Eve, right?

I can't have been more than seven, we were still living on Sycamore.

Where was I?

I don't know.

So I'm waiting for Dad, staring out the window,

Mom was trying to talk to me from the kitchen to distract me

'cause you know Dad's not coming.

So it's like four in the afternoon.

I'm still hanging off the radiator.

And then, there he is. Sober.

He's clean-shaved, he smells of aftershave.

Millionaire. For Men.

That's it.

- He's got a car from somewhere. - Right.

He lets me ride in front.

He bought me some big gift.

I was asleep with it on my lap by the time we hit Queensboro.

And when I woke up, we're driving down these streets with these huge houses.

We stop outside one. We go round the back, window on the second floor is open.

A crack, but, like, just enough, and Dad lifts me up.

My ass was too fat back then

so that's probably why he didn't take me.

So I'm walking through the house,

and the owners must have been at Midnight Mass, and there was this tree.

It's lighting up the whole house, and I think I just stood there.

Dad shouting through the letter box, like,

"Paulie, where the fuck are you? Let me in."

What was the take?

God… Do you remember that Betamax?

No.

Yeah, well… A house full of museum-quality antiques,

and Dad boosts the Betamax.

Don't think you ever told me that one before.

I mean, why now, Paulie?

Paul?

Hey, are you carrying?

- No. - I don't believe you.

Paul, I'm your big brother.

I don't take orders from you.

I said no guns. Not after last time. Nobody dies tonight.

This isn't normal money, Bobby.

And we have to talk about what comes after.

No one makes a better plan than you, Paulie.

Merry Christmas, fuckers.

What are you worried about? Russians?

He's here. In Zurich.

The Holy Ghost.

That guy.

What's the FBI doing in Switzerland?

- Relax. I'm tracking him. - Relax?

Because, what, Paul Galvin says so?

He thinks it's happening seven days from now, on New Year's.

So does everyone else. That's why you can relax.

How long you been fucking tracking him?

And why didn't you say anything?

Just stick to the plan, Bobby, okay? Promise me.

The fucking plan? What is it, the Holy Bible?

Are you the Oracle of Delphi?

Nostradamus?

Maybe the fucking Madam Marie?

I don't know, are you?

We need backup!

Quickly!

Bomb threat!

No, Bobby, no. I'm just…

I'm just Bobby Galvin's little brother.

The plan is well-made. Isn't it, Bobby?

Dance with me, Ueli.

You wait for these people to clear,

and then you make sure no one's sniffing around the crypt.

I was gonna get an eggnog.

A little rub and tug.

I'm fucking joking.

Hey. I need your word. You can't fuck up, Bobby. Not again.

I'm good.

I promise, Paul.

Come here.

Hey.

Leave it, Ueli.

It's Christmas Eve.

We can get it right this time.

You and me.

Okay, Bobby? For always.

Who robs banks on Christmas Eve?

We're all where we need to be.

Twelve hours starts now.

We worked hard for this.

I believe in every one of you.

See you on the other side.

Merry Christmas, Pirmin.

Happy Christmas, Gunda.

God bless the Christ child.

The first Christmas of my married life and I get called in last minute.

Your fish.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Do the feast on Christmas Day

like the English.

Jam with everything?

Like a child's birthday party?

Hope you like it.

Good?

Yes, very.

What is it, Pirmin?

What did you see?

It's okay, Pirmin.

You sleep for a little while.

Shit.

THE BANKS MUST PAY!

Hey!

Serge.

- You good? - Paul, my whole body is shaking.

It's a fucking buzz.

100 meters, 3,000 tons of rock, six diamond heads and six months of drilling.

Take a look at this?

That it?

Fucking Swiss bankers.

They even stamp their concrete.

Well, like they say…

What are you talking about?

The banks must pay. I read it on a wall.

So now you're a revolutionary?

No.

I'm robbing the house on Christmas Eve while the family's at Mass.

They're coming.

Paul.

No. No, no, no. Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

What happened?

Paul, it's Alberich.

Alberich? I'm here. We're ten feet away.

- Paul. Hi. - What is it? What's up? You okay?

The thing is, Paul, I think it's possible you have made a miscalculation.

I think we have a big problem.

It was hidden beneath the table.

It's like an old alarm trigger.

Old as fuck.

A mercury tilt switch. The vibrations, they'll set it off.

What the fuck is that?

What does it do, Paul?

Paul?

Okay.

Thanks, man. See you tomorrow.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'll go grab a shower.

Okay.

I like it. It's pink.

It's not pink.

It's 'Pale Blush'.

Can't you tell?

"Pale Blush"?

- You're legal. - I can stay.

We're safe, Severine.

You know it's the Feast of Saint Sebastian?

I saw a priest take a statue out to sea.

It felt like a sign.

God forgives.

Something like that.

We can go anywhere now.

I don't… I don't wanna go anywhere, ever again.

I wanna work an honest job, and I wanna be here, with you.

And my dad?

Arguing about politics with his clients?

Yes. Yes.

They could come.

They could come for you at any time.

It's been a year, Severine.

The FBI aren't connecting me to Newark.

What?

I think I'm pregnant.

You think you're pregnant?

I'm pregnant.

You're pregnant?

Do I need to hit you?

I think so.

Oh, my God.

We can build a life now.

I can send for the money.

I don't want that money.

I don't like what it cost.

Hey, all that's over now.

It's nearly four million dollars.

We can give half of it away and still be set up.

Hey, I worked for it.

It's for my family.

It's for my family.

It's my birthday?

No.

Okay. Sit.

You know that Karl Marx thing you say about marriage?

The purest form of exploitation.

Yeah.

Well, it wouldn't be like that for us.

Promise.

You're getting married?

Well, I'm asking your permission, Serge, you know, it…

It matters to me what you think, so…

I think…

Fuck Karl Marx.

That's amazing.

You know, you're already my son.

But why now? I mean, it's about time, but why now?

Is she…

I'm going to be a grandfather?

Yeah, Serge.

Wait. I wondered… that she…

I mean, she's down to five cigarettes a day, so…

I'm joking. Wow.

It's beautiful.

You know, what if…

What if I…

I don't know…

What if I'm no good…

At this, you know?

What if… What if all I'm good at is being a thief?

What if… What if I'm my father?

Just 'cause you're born in a stable, doesn't make you a horse.

No, I'm serious, Serge.

Paul.

You think I was ready?

Severine's mother broke in front of my eyes.

She refused the surgery until Severine was born, and…

I'm standing at her funeral with a baby in my arms,

still crying for her mother's milk.

Most men are never ready.

You are ready.

You know, I love her, Serge.

And she doesn't think I'm a thief.

And she thinks I can be a father to her child, so…

I wanna prove her right.

You are not your father?

Come on, Yankee.

Drink with me.

Yeah, I have an appointment. 1:00 p.m.

Thank you.

- Good to see you. - How are you doing?

Please, follow me.

As you requested, I have set aside a selection of our finest rings.

Okay.

Not these. You have like this?

Emerald cut? Bigger.

Seems you know what you want, sir.

I do now. I know what I want.

So it's a little more expensive, but…

It's perfect.

Pale blush.

Stay down. Stay down.

Come on.

Get up, Galvin.

What'd you call me? You don't know me!

Shit.

Hey.

There he is.

Hey, Paulie.

- No. No. - It's okay.

- Hey, hey. You're safe. - No, I'm not.

Fuck.

I thought you'd be glad to see me.

Fuck. Take me home, Bobby.

Taser's fucked your head up.

You fucking tased me?

- I didn't tase you. - Why would you do that?

I didn't tase you. I told them not to hurt you.

Fuck. Who are they?

- Hey, hey. - What do they want?

- Fuck. - Paul. Paul.

I'm in trouble, man.

Of course you are, Bobby.

Buy your way out, you can afford it.

No, you don't understand.

What? $850,000?

What, you burnt through all your Newark money?

It's not possible.

- I made some bad investments, Paul. - A fucking poker table.

How much you owe?

How much will it take to never have to see you again?

You don't understand, Paul, I told you.

Whatever it costs, okay? I've got the money.

No, you don't.

You don't.

I've got four million dollars.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Paul, they will fucking kill me.

Just fucking do it.

Let them do it.

Paul, I'm fucking sorry.

But you… you don't know where my money is.

Mom.

Mom's grave.

Forgive me, man.

You took it?

You fucking took it?

What did I do to you?

What did I do to you?

Fuck!

- Who's this? - She's all right, Paul.

Bazin,

this is my brother.

What, you planned this?

The entire fucking robbery?

- Why? - We got the ring you like.

You dumb fuck!

I'm on camera in the store.

I left with them, right?

And it's gonna look like I was the inside guy.

Paul, she just wants to talk to you.

Fuck.

I am engaged on a certain project.

Complex, but commercially attractive.

- I'm not interested. - You need the job.

I've lost my nerve.

You don't want me.

- Paul. - Shut up. Just shut up, Bobby!

She knows about Severine.

She knows she's pregnant.

Oh, fuck.

The job's important, it's of a scale.

You've seen the efforts that were undertaken

to ensure your cooperation today.

The same efforts can be turned against you.

- So… - Do what you wanna do.

You can work your own way.

You don't like guns, you don't have guns.

If you don't want your brother there, because of what happened in Newark…

It's not my fault. That's bullshit.

Look, I don't know what my brother told you,

but I'm not the right man.

I don't think you understand, Paul.

They'll fucking kill me.

Bobby, I understand that.

- They'll kill you too. - Maybe.

And Severine.

And her dad.

I can't believe I'm gonna be an uncle.

And there's a baby.

Stop talking, Bobby.

They got to me. They'll get to Severine.

You've seen what they can do.

That's enough, Bobby, your brother understands.

What do I understand?

It already happened.

The decision wasn't yours.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

- Hey. - Don't.

Hey. Paulie.

Don't. I said, don't.

You took my money. You stole it from my mother's grave.

And you brought these people to threaten my family.

I can't get away from you!

Get out of here!

Fuck off.

Paulie.

Paul.

You're gonna do it, right?

The job?

Not for me.

For Severine…

The baby.

Fuck.

Geez, she knew you'd say yeah.

What?

What? What is it?

Paul?

All for a fucking Betamax, Dad.

Pa pa rum-fucking-pum.

Mom?

How did you know I'd be awake?

It's a lucky guess.

Well, I've always kept you company on Christmas morning.

I bet it's beautiful over there.

A Swiss fairy tale.

Sure is.

We miss you, Jackie.

We worry.

Mom, you don't have to worry about me. I'm good.

As a matter of fact, I'm about to finish this job.

It's… It's a big deal.

Then I'll be able to come home.

You've always been able to come home, Jackie.

Merry Christmas, Mom.

Merry Christmas, Son.

Fucking Europe!

That's funny to you, fondue?

'Bout as funny as that damn broom closet y'all put me in upstairs.

So you're the guy who hides out on the fifth floor?

The American.

I'm the American. What gave it away?

Everyone knows that machine doesn't work.

Nothing works.

Everything smells like death, and bacteria, and mold.

If you don't like it, go home.

I'm counting the fucking days till I go home, Swiss cheese.

You know, we got this bet going on.

What did you do to be stuck here for eight months?

You know what the winner of the bet's not gonna get?

A cup of coffee.

Try downstairs, brother.

Brother? Really?

Hey, is anybody gonna get that?

Hey!

I thought a flashing red light was a fairly international symbol?

- Don't worry about it, it's nothing. - I'm not worried about it.

I wanna know what it is, and I wanna know it's being dealt with.

It's being dealt with.

So why is it still flashing?

It's not flashing.

The machine upstairs is broken.

I thought at least in Switzerland, things would work properly.

Well, this is a police station, not a Patek Philippe commercial.

Merry Christmas.

- Don't mention it. - No, you have senf. You have…

Mustard. You have mustard.

Hey.

Thanks.

L-Hof. What is L-Hof?

It's a cat up a tree.

- A what? - Cat up a tree.

You don't say that in America?

A boy and a wolf?

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

There is a boy, he says "Wolf" and he keeps saying "Wolf",

and then there is no wolf.

Got it.

Okay, so L-Hof is…

The Lindenhof Bank.

Their alarm is faulty. Every day for six weeks.

Do I need to remind you what happened to the boy who cried wolf?

We're a skeleton crew on Christmas day. We don't have any flesh, only bones.

The street patrol, they will go down there and reset it manually.

When armed robbers hit the Banco Central in Brazil,

they triggered the alarm every day for a month to desensitize the response.

I thought you were the money laundering guy?

The Lindenhof, does it have a security deposit facility?

Yeah, but their vault is old.

Still hard-wired to the board.

I haven't covered it.

But you have covered all the other

2,317 safety deposit facilities under Zurich?

Most of them. It's kind of my thing lately.

I don't know what you're searching for,

but unless you're looking for a vault to store your grandmother's pearls...

Look, can you tell me where it is?

It's between Grossmünsterplatz and the museum.

There's an archaeological dig in the cathedral crypt,

and their vibrations keep screwing up the Lindenhof's alarm.

They're both on the same circuit.

You know, I would take the train but it's Christmas.

Yeah, too bad.

That's my charming American way of asking you for a ride downtown.

We were told to extend

every courtesy to our friend from the FBI.

So, courteously, I would like to refer you to this great American invention,

the Uber application.

It's happening in seven days.

Over this New Year holiday,

an American-led gang is gonna steal 800 million

in thousand Swiss Franc notes.

So, not money laundering.

I'm not here for the cuckoo clocks.

800 million?

- And you know this? - I know this.

Well, we don't know this.

How do you know this?

'Cause I'm smart.

- And I have someone on the inside. - Who?

That's the wrong question.

- Where? - That's the right question.

I know who, I know what, I know when.

I just don't know where.

It doesn't bother you?

Beneath these streets are the proceeds of crime

and injustice stretching back to Napoleon fucking Bonaparte.

I don't really think about it.

I'll try to think about it more.

When you stop invading other countries.

Well, your career must be really in the toilet. I mean…

Well, look at you.

Working away on Christmas day all alone in your little office.

Is it because you're Black?

What is it like to be a Black policeman in America? I always wondered.

I mean, American police are killing Black people

all over the place, yet you are a policeman who is Black.

Holy shit. Fuck.

What?

You think you can just say racist shit to me

because you're saying it to my face?

Like it's a result of quaint European curiosity

instead of blatant bigotry?

Do you think we Europeans are more bigoted than Americans?

Hell yes.

I mean, I don't know, maybe I'm just used to the old American racism.

I made SAC at 29 because I'm damn good and I was hungry.

I got shunted sideways because I fucked up.

So, not because you're Black.

Hooray for the system.

I got an agent killed.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... - No.

It was a complicated takedown. I made the wrong choice.

I know.

I mean, I checked you out.

We're cops, we have the Internet, so…

The truck robbery in Newark.

I forgot your agent died. I'm sorry.

After Christmas, my boss and his boss will come to Zurich.

Now what they don't know is…

They're gonna watch me take down the biggest banking heist

in the history of Europe.

I'll walk you there, John Wayne.

You see, that's what the boys call you.

To us you're not Black, you're just a big, dumb American.

Thanks. Don't you have a family you need to go home to?

Any excuse.

You're welcome to join.

You make it sound so alluring.

So, Kirchegasse 48.

I present to you, The Lindenhof.

This is the fourth time this week we've reset the alarm.

Like I said, cat up a tree.

It's all been reset. They change the codes every day.

The bank manager is the only one who has them.

I wanna see.

What's the harm?

They're not gonna let us in without a warrant.

This is Switzerland.

They'd be fired if they did.

And honestly, I'd be fired for asking them, so…

The cathedral's this way, right?

You really don't trust people, do you?

It's not my job to trust. It's my job to check it out.

I won't underestimate 'em this time.

What do you mean this time?

Wait, the guys from the truck robbery in Newark?

Are they in Zurich?

Paul Galvin stole from me once.

It won't happen again.

Okay. So it's, like, you get Mr. Galvin,

you get your home back, you get your career back,

your mom can put that Employee of the Month certificate

- back on the fridge door. - Well, some things you can't get back.

Some things are gone forever.

I gotta go.

You think I'm crazy. I get it.

Today is Christmas.

Be with people.

It's happening now.

Fuck.

Shit.

John Wayne.

Shit.

No.

No.

Fuck!

Hello, Jack.

Don't you fucking move, Galvin.

I told you I'd get you.

Yeah. The Holy Ghost is upon me.

That's what we call you, you know?

Yeah. You know, it's funny because…

Shit.

You're still here? You see that American cop?

I left the crazy bastard at Grossmünster.

Sorry, we just got back here.

Well, if you see him… make sure he gets home?

Americans, you know?

They're like kids, they need a lot of looking after away from home.

POLICE

Hey,

you said you guys just got back here.

Why is there no snow under your car?

Shit!

Galvin!

This is Inspektor Thalmann, badge number 301…

…in pursuit of stolen patrol car 713 from Zurich police headquarters.

Move!

No!

Jack? Jack?

This is Lena.

I think it's the Lindenhof. I think they're doing it now.

Gotcha.

Shit.

This is Thalmann, I requested backup…

Come on!

Jack? Jack, pick up the phone.

Pick up the phone! Fucking hell.

You're trapped.

Stop it, Galvin!

Goddamn it, I'm not chasing you anymore.

- Come on! - Stop it!

Climb it!

Stop it, or I'll shoot!

Turn around!

Turn around!

What?

What the fuck?

Get down. On your knees!

Get down!

Get on your fucking knees.

Hands behind your head.

Hands up.

Where are you, Serge?

Hey, I lost the fucking fed in the elevators.

We go dark, okay? Code red, just in case.

Serge?

You stole from me, Galvin.

Now you're gonna know how it feels.