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Put it down, clean it off.

Walter, there's 30 million here.

We can't sit here all day. The customs...

We stay until the job's done.

James, we're clear, but it won't last.

Any sign?

No.

And there's still one last gap to check.

Okay. I'm going in.

No. You won't get through with the gear.

That's not a problem.

He can't free-dive. It's on a slope.

He's made his choice.

How long has he been under?

Two minutes.

Craig, do you have eyes on James?

No. Maybe he found another...

Were you worried about me, Walter?

That would suggest I cared, James.

Well, if you didn't before, you will now.

Bring it up. Bring it home.

Next cage is coming.

Oh, look at it.

Bring it in, boys.

Drop it now.

Atlantis crew, this is Spanish customs.

Raise your hands and prepare to be boarded.

Our conclusions are irrefutable.

The Virgin of Guadalupe was a Spanish galleon

and its remains were found under Spanish jurisdiction.

Mr. Moreland's assertion

that the law of salvage is applicable is preposterous.

This was piracy.

The Spanish claim of ownership is the only piracy here.

My crew and I invested years in the search...

Mr. Moreland,

you have provided no contract from an owner,

nor permission to salvage from the Spanish authorities.

The cargo salvaged by the Atlantic Group

is the sole property of the Spanish Crown.

There's got to be something the government can do.

I like you,

but I helped you at Her Majesty's pleasure.

Her Majesty's pleasure was half the bounty.

And now she won't see a penny.

She'll live with it.

What if you don't have to?

We lost. We can't step in.

- We lost in court. What if... - Stop. I'm not hearing this.

We've only weeks before researchers are granted access.

How long before they realize what they have?

Still fighting.

Why can't we just live our lives?

I've lived my life every day.

I mean real life, a normal life.

Do you know how many times I've been to Paris?

Fifty-three.

Know how many times I've climbed the Eiffel Tower?

None.

Climbing the Eiffel Tower.

That's living a normal life?

It's over, Walter. You heard where they're taking it.

Right this way.

Hi.

- Ah. - Sorry I'm late.

That's all right. Take a seat.

I hope no one else snuck in ahead of us this morning.

- You're the first. - Excellent.

This is a unique position for a 22-year-old student,

but fitting for the boy genius whose concrete bell idea

helped Best Oil with their oil spill problem in the Gulf of Mexico.

The people.

Excuse me?

I wasn't helping Best Oil.

I was helping the people who were left with the mess caused by Best Oil.

Yes, of course. Yes.

But what matters here is that it was your idea that solved the problem.

You see, yours is precisely the sort of mind we're looking for.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

So what we can offer you

is a $400,000 starting salary.

A corner office.

Shares in the company.

A team working under you.

I think I sent you guys a project.

About drilling wells?

In desert areas.

With a relatively modest investment,

you can go a long way

towards eliminating the water problem in the Sahel.

Yes, of course. A magnificent project.

You never got back to me.

It's not our sector.

Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?

The eight leading multinationals,

and you shit on their hospitality.

Because I don't want to follow you

into the corporate hellscape of Big Oil?

I simply told them the truth, Dad.

And their interests just didn't align with my interests.

Yes, of course.

Your interests.

So, what are those interests then?

Your main course.

Bon appétit.

Look, Thom. You're an adult.

You can do whatever you want in life, but you still need a real job.

Save the world if that's your thing. But nothing is free.

And those companies, they were offering you the opportunity of a lifetime.

Don't mess it up.

- Where are you going? - Just going to get some fresh air.

Sir? Your coat.

Thank you.

I-I didn't...

Oh, no, I'm good for now, actually.

I'll be back.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello. Hi. I, um...

Do we...

Um, do you, um...

...were produced by Vietnamese sweatshops all over...

Claudia!

Claudia Valenti is curating an exhibit on Spanish Romantics.

Good evening.

What's that?

My new assistant.

Ooh. You fly to Madrid tomorrow, yes?

That's why I came. Mm-hmm.

You forgot to sign the official request for inspection.

Ah. Well, I do apologize.

It's okay. Now...

Um... here.

Nice.

E here.

Uh-huh.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Have a safe trip. - See you.

Now, the rest of you, I'm going to treat...

Why did you do that?

Do what?

Well, you stole his wallet.

I thought you did.

Check your pocket.

What did you do?

Okay, I'm maybe just very boring,

but I really don't want to get involved with this, okay? Thank you.

Look, you can give it back to its owner,

tell him you found it on the floor,

and remain a law-abiding citizen.

Make your daddy proud. It's okay.

Or?

Be an accomplice and come with me.

- Fucking rain, huh? - Yeah.

See that table?

Wait for me there.

Along with your father's voice mails,

you'll hear from several leading oil companies with increasingly rich offers.

Beer.

Don't worry about Lorraine. She can look after herself.

Oh, it's Lorraine now.

Enough with this cloak-and-dagger nonsense. What's this game all about?

I'm Walter Moreland.

I'm the owner of a salvage business.

And I have a job offer.

I want you to help me break into the vault

of the most secure location in the world.

Okay, very good.

Do I look like Danny Ocean?

He's a, uh...

I'm an engineer.

And your idea ended the Gulf crisis.

Where others saw futility, you saw a solution.

It's the same with my problem.

I see an impossible task.

You might see a way to overcome it.

You probably need a safecracker, someone who actually does this stuff.

Thieves want to rob a bank today, they use a keyboard and a modem.

Great. Go and do that.

I'm not a thief.

Oh, really? How do you figure?

Well, the vault, how it works, what it is,

we can't work it out.

For 80 years, no one has.

It's been described as a miracle of engineering,

but we don't even know what that means.

I need your mind,

because I'm not just looking for a solution to a problem.

I don't know what the problem is.

Why the hell would you think I'd do this?

Well, aside from making you richer than you ever thought possible,

for the first time today...

someone's got your attention.

Your future's calling.

Dad, uh, it's me.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm...

going to go off.

I need to go away for a few days, think a few things over.

Departure of Iberia Flight 2100

for Barcelona.

Please embark through Gate E65.

Lorraine.

Walter was right.

I wasn't so sure.

Me neither.

Tourists?

Um...

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

- Honeymoon. - Honeymoon!

Good place, Madrid, for the honeymoon.

Yes, right?

I'll show you around later.

They're waiting for you. Come on.

The war room.

Hello.

Hey.

You are very welcome.

Meet the team.

In the control booth, our computer whiz, Klaus.

- Hi. - Hi.

On my right, James, my colleague and friend of ten years.

Planning, entry, extraction. He'll be leading the salvage.

Look at this beauty.

Not even on the market.

- A 3D printer? - Yeah.

Simon. Acquisitions.

I'm the guy who can get things. If you need something, just tell me.

Thom, one of the world's brightest minds

and hopefully, the key to our success.

He hasn't even mastered shaving, and he's going to mastermind the infiltration?

- Mastermind? - Yeah.

To succeed where all others have failed takes a mastermind.

Oh.

Klaus, are we in?

Yeah, we got the phone line, I can listen in,

but I need an employee voice mail code to break in.

A voice mail access code lets you break into the system?

The Renaissance-art, genius of a virus I created breaks the system.

The code just lets us touch the loop.

Supersmart guy, huh?

Until you hear his plan to get a voice mail code.

Have you got a better plan?

Listen.

He calls numbers in the bank's switchboard,

then keys random nine-digit numbers, hoping to get a match.

It doesn't check one at a time. It makes ten million attempts a day.

- How many combinations are there? - A billion.

What?

Klaus, we don't have time.

Find an employee who's out of the office,

call them on their mobile, pretend to be one of those automated messages

telling them they've got urgent voice mail.

They'll key in their passcode, and you can copy it.

Come on. They won't fall for that.

It's a voice mail code, not bank details. Why wouldn't they?

Try it. Simon, you be the message.

The moment of truth.

Well done, Thom.

Thom? That's my hack.

Yes, but he made it work. So simple.

Unpacking now doesn't mean you can't walk later.

You'll just be walking away with less creases.

I just don't really know what I'm doing here.

Well, the truth is you're not off to a bad start.

Ah, another dead end.

Ah.

Do you know who Sir Francis Drake was?

Yeah. An English sailor from the 1500s.

Fought the Spanish Armada.

He wasn't navy. He was a privateer.

- Like a pirate? - Mmm, it's a fine line.

Hmm.

Drake resented his orders to steal Spanish treasure

to fund the English Crown.

He stole the treasure, kept it for himself.

He buried it. No one knows where.

Thirty years ago, I bought this letter

from a backstreet antique dealer on Crete who didn't know what he had.

It was written by his first mate.

It concerns three coins Drake had engraved

with the coordinates to his fortune.

The coins were kept in this coffer.

Thirty years I've searched for that.

A year ago, I found it on a shipwreck.

And that's what's locked in the bank.

Drake's motto was written on the chest:

"Sic parvis magna."

"Great things from small things come."

Mm-hmm.

How great are the things that come?

Untold wealth.

But it's not about that. I have money.

Then why do you care?

I'm a hunter.

I seek what to others is lost.

We can't explain our passions.

If we did...

Listen to that.

A million people gathering to cheer for men they don't know

to put a ball in a net.

Unnecessary, unessential,

but it means everything.

That's passion.

The Bank of Spain,

one of the most impenetrable buildings on the planet.

Every inch of the interior is covered by cameras and sensors.

Any unauthorized movement brings the rapid fire

of the 15 guards stationed within.

Across the street is the headquarters of the Spanish army,

a garrison of 500, on alert for any attacks on the city

or any attempts on the bank.

If that wasn't enough, Gustavo Medina, chief of security.

Former head of Spain's anti-terrorist task force.

What we call here...

If he makes us, the job's off.

- How are you getting in? - From below.

There's more tunnels under Madrid than streets above.

James and Simon are mapping the route.

We're not there yet, but we're close.

And this is supposed to be the vault?

This was a sketch done by an ex-employee

who was in the vault for a few minutes in 1944.

And this?

It's some sort of engraving.

They favored aesthetics in functional architecture in the 19th century.

Catholic imagery.

Probably a martyr. Very Spanish.

This is apparently a bridge,

and that gives us access to the vault door.

That requires two actual keys and Gustavo Medina's thumbprint.

Claudia Valenti, our art expert,

whom you've met, will take care of it.

Sounds like you've got it covered.

Not even close.

The vault is safety-rigged, but we don't know how.

If we don't shut down the fail-safe when we enter the vault...

we're not coming out.

That's the miracle of engineering that you need to identify and solve.

Can I see the actual vault?

I can't control the cameras yet, only watch.

Not till tomorrow.

We'll also have a better idea of what the vault looks like then.

We're gonna take a magnetometer read.

Wait, you're going in there tomorrow?

Stage one.

We have to postpone and find a replacement.

We don't have time. Too much of a risk.

Going in now is the risk.

If you're getting nervous, you need to tell me.

Doing it right isn't a question of nerve, Walter.

- What's going on? - The security uses Interpol's face rec.

James was special forces, so he is on the database.

The system will bust him.

- I'm going in his place. - You don't know how to use the equipment.

- Teach me how to use it. - Teach you how to use a magnetometer overnight?

And then Klaus can teach you code over breakfast.

I can do it.

Of course you can, Cambridge.

I know how to use it.

I'm an engineer.

Yesterday you're a student.

Today you're brainstorming for a complete stranger.

And tomorrow you're a criminal. Is that right?

Thom will do it.

Gary Lineker.

They're in.

Hi.

Claudia Valenti.

Miss Valenti? I'm Gustavo Medina, head of security.

Pleased to meet you.

Is it your scanner?

No. Scanner is for reproductions.

This has an ultraviolet light

that traces any imperfections in the paintings for insurance.

That's okay, Miss Valenti. Muñoz will take care of you from here.

Miss Valenti, Mr. Muñoz.

- Pleased to meet you. - Could you...

- Sure. - Pleased to meet you.

This way.

Oh.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Please.

Thom, you're doing a great job.

Now I want you to head to the basement level.

Okay, Simon. At the end of the hall, the door on the left.

Just hold on, hold on.

Hold on.

Okay, camera's off. Ninety seconds. Go.

Is it your first time in Madrid?

Mm-hmm. Yes.

Simon, hurry up. Lorraine is almost at the chairman's office.

I've got it.

Done. Did it work?

Yes! The security system is now our bitch.

Okay, so the monitors on the left is what Gustavo sees,

and the right side is our focus, what's really happening.

Here is Lorraine.

- Please. - Thank you.

Here it is.

Our most valuable Goya.

Wow!

Yes.

Well, if you need something, extension 2871.

Thank you.

- Lorraine, can you hear me? - Yes.

Okay. Let's record the loop.

Twenty seconds. Don't breathe. Wait until the camera switches.

Go.

Recording.

Stop. Pretend you've seen something in the picture.

Okay, keep scanning.

Still recording.

Got it. We will put it in slo-mo.

The loop has been launched.

Two and a half minutes. Go.

Great, Lorraine. Let's go for that key. Fast.

All right, Thom.

Ten meters to your left, there's a door.

Get closer while I prepare the loop.

Scanning first key.

Just wait. Hold on.

Camera is on loop. Get inside. Go.

Thom, you're right above the vault pit.

Okay.

It works.

Done. First key copied.

Lorraine, someone is coming.

I'm not sure what this has to do with your coming exhibit, Miss Valenti.

I cannot place the artist.

Eating Breakfast in Salamanca.

It's my wife.

- Mariano Bellido, chairman of the bank. - Claudia.

Beautiful small talk, Lorraine,

but if you're not back in the same position in 20 seconds, we are screwed.

This is embarrassing. I was wondering...

could you take a picture of me scanning it?

Oh, of course.

Now, put your left hand an inch left.

Yep.

And get the chairman out of the shot.

Can you take one from the doorway?

I want to feel the grandeur of your palatial office.

Six seconds. He's still in shot.

- Beautiful. - Thank you.

Three, two...

A little further back?

It's impressive, huh?

And it will stay that way if you stop smoking around it.

Oh.

You could see that from the scan?

And from the air freshener.

And the disabled window lock.

- Well... - Don't worry. I will not mention it.

Thank you.

Good, Lorraine. Go for the other key.

- Shit. - Shit.

Fuck. Thom, you've got company.

Break up the magnetometer, hide it in your clothes,

and walk out of the room as though you've been cleaning it.

- We need to abort. - No. We won't get a second chance.

The other Goya.

Take all the time you need.

- Can I help you with anything else? - No, thank you.

Okay, then.

Okay, Lorraine. Gustavo isn't on you yet. Scan fast.

Scheiße! It's frozen.

Fix it.

- Thom can surge the power, but... - The pulse will trigger the alarm.

What the fuck is that? Fifty seconds left.

Chairman's on his way. Two seconds.

Miss Valenti, this way. Come with me.

The building's on lockdown. They're moving everybody to the foyer.

Big problem.

The safe is still open and the key's in my hand.

- Miss Valenti! This way, please. - Thank you.

Well, I'm calling it. Time to panic.

Simon, I need you to go to the comptroller's office.

Please, remain inside the building...

That's a problem. I'm in the foyer.

I'm not.

Where are you, Thom?

Bottom of the stairs. What do you need me to do?

How's your catching arm?

Absolutely terrible.

Lorraine is going to throw you a key,

and you're going to have to catch it.

There's no margin for error. If it hits the floor, we're all screwed.

Lorraine, on three.

Two.

One. Now.

Good job.

- Now what? - Okay, Thom, turn left 15 meters.

You will find the back stairs. Go up. Third floor.

Third door along.

Thom, there's a guard approaching. You've got to hide!

Thom, if you have any other hidden talents,

could you please let us know?

The kid's got balls.

This is the ground floor of the bank.

This is a few hundred feet of earth and rock,

and then this part... soft, wavy lines, out of focus...

this is the vault.

And then an empty chamber below it.

The model's all hard lines, precision.

I just don't understand why this part isn't.

Maybe the scanner shifted.

No. Below it's solid.

The scanner just can't figure out what to put in focus.

Water.

It's a tank of water. The soft part.

The vault sits under a tank of water.

Shit. He's right.

Explain.

The water is the trap.

The tank funnels through these pipes here, flooding the vault.

But that doesn't stop someone robbing it.

You could swim in. Or scuba.

No. Because of the empty chamber. Under the vault.

You see these teeth here, either side?

That's an actuator. Gears. Rack-and-pinion gears.

When the vault floods, the whole thing sinks down into the chamber.

And if it's in the chamber, no one gets in or out.

But what makes it sink? What triggers it?

Lasers, maybe.

- Motion. - No, too modern.

Whatever it is, it was designed 70 years ago.

Hang on.

It's been in front of you the whole time.

The engraving.

It's not a martyr.

Justice.

Exactly. Lady Justice.

So?

So, when they built this,

they didn't have sensors or motion detectors,

but they did have scales.

If there's the slightest change of weight in the vault,

the whole thing floods and sinks.

And if you're inside, the vault dispenses its own justice.

It drowns you, the vault.

The miracle of engineering.

It's one giant weighing scale.

And it's genius.

A giant scales. So what's the solution?

I don't know.

But we know what the problem is.

Fuck. Another dead end.

We're only 30 meters away.

Wait.

You hear something?

Copper base.

Support structure.

Kid was right.

It is a scale.

We must be directly under the vault.

The pit must be over there.

Oh, shit.

We're fucked.

Steel plates...

titanium-reinforced concrete...

and a Dyneema shell.

What does that mean?

To drill through this wall to the pit will take 15 days.

We have eight. Use a bigger drill.

I'm not bargaining with you, Walter.

At 800 psi, this wall will take 15 days.

Drill harder, and we trigger the alarm.

That's it? We're done?

We're not gonna try and figure out another way?

Walter will pay you for your time.

Sorry you wasted five days of your life.

Walter, if I'm not gonna be rich, I could at least watch the game.

Simon, come here.

We can't break in from below, but we can break in from above.

Walter, we spent weeks mapping the route from above.

We abandoned it because there's too much exposure from the CCTV cameras.

Except when Spain plays its World Cup games.

When the crowd gathers in Cibeles Square,

every camera will be pointing away from the building, toward the crowd.

It'll be like that for the final,

which gives us 105 minutes to get the job done.

This is your route, James.

From the Zurich building, through the dome, through the vents.

Is that still viable?

If the cameras are pointing at the crowd, not the bank,

then yeah, the route is viable.

So everything depends on this match?

Yeah.

I just wanted to remind you that we've still got a problem.

My problem.

The scale.

I'm still no closer to finding a solution,

and the final is four days away now,

half the time I was meant to have.

Well, I have every faith that Spain will get there.

And I have every faith in you.

It's all on you now, Thom.

I'm sorry. So sorry about that.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

Drink that, and you won't sleep.

I'm drinking it so I won't sleep.

You've been awake 43 hours.

You won't figure it out if you break down with exhaustion.

Great work.

He'll be fine.

I put my faith in him.

You've put fear in him.

Think what it will do to him if he fails.

- He'll take a job with GranCo Oil. - Not if he does have an idea.

What if he does and it fails?

He won't be anywhere near it.

But we will. And that's a risk we agreed to take.

But you're asking him to put our lives in his hands.

Every voyage, every salvage, every dive,

we all ask the crew to take each other's lives in their hands.

He's not your crew.

He's a college kid.

You're worried about him because he's a college kid?

Or is it something else?

Thom, do you have a criminal record?

Huh?

Okay.

He's clean.

- Simon? - I've never even had a parking ticket.

If it wasn't for my birth certificate, there'd be no proof I even exist.

Then an image search won't turn anything up.

What's going on?

You fucked up when you surged the power,

that's what's going on.

Walter's right. We haven't been made.

We haven't been made?

Gustavo Medina knows someone's after the vault. The place is a trap.

We can monitor the trap.

Walter's right.

"Walter's right."

Are you capable of having a thought of your own?

Yes. When I agreed to do this job, just like you.

Since then, all I've heard from you are reasons to run.

Why did you come aboard?

Loyalty.

Yeah? To whom?

Stop.

James, we go on with the plan.

They know we want to get in, but not how we'll do it.

Thom, you figure out how to crack that scale.

Walter. How's the Eiffel Tower?

I'm a little south of Paris.

Really? How far south?

Eating paella.

And I need your help.

Walter, you know where we stand.

The government's hands are tied, and you know it.

Fifty percent, Margaret.

All I need you to do is tell a lie.

And I know you can do that.

Hi.

I'm kind of busy here, Lorraine.

What do you want?

A drink?

Wash your face and put this on.

I'm not asking.

So you said he was like a father to you?

My real father worked for him.

He died when I was eight.

So Walter told my mom if I ever needed anything,

he'd be there.

She died when I was 12.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't easy. I was angry all the time.

None of the foster homes could deal with me for more than a few weeks,

so I wound up on the streets.

Three years.

Then Walter appeared and tracked me down.

He kept his promise.

Lorraine...

what if I'm steering you off a cliff?

You're too smart, and you overthink.

I looked at your ideas earlier.

I don't understand them at all.

But you know what I do understand?

Using an automated message to get the phone passcode.

Yeah, but simple isn't always best.

More often than not.

Look.

You can drink a cold beer on a hot day,

or spend eternity watching this guy spin bottles like an idiot

and get a glass of smoky red bullshit.

You can, um...

be a victim of fashion,

or you can look sexy as hell

in a plain gray shirt.

How much money do you have?

Can I?

Right?

Now watch this.

And...

The weight didn't register.

- You froze it? - Metal's always frozen, James.

But, yes, I've further slowed its atomic activity.

I've tricked the scale.

And this will work on the vault?

Same principle. Bigger scale needs more nitrogen, but yeah.

We'll just need someone in the chamber below to freeze the scale before we enter.

It's genius, Thom.

No.

It's simple.

Thom...

what do we need?

Thermal lances, a fire suit

and 500 liters of liquid nitrogen.

Five hund...

Okay, I'll figure it out.

Well, this is all well and good,

but as long as someone's in the chamber spraying liquid nitrogen,

then we're one short in the bank.

I'll go in the bank.

No, we need you up here running the show.

Yeah.

I've asked a lot of you,

but would you be willing to go to the chamber?

- No. - It's the least amount of exposure.

Walter, he said no.

I'm not going in the chamber.

Simon is.

I'm going in the bank.

There's no way I'm taking you in there.

I'm not asking.

- Who put you in charge? - Walter did.

When you brought me in here, this became my responsibility,

and I won't be responsible for their lives without putting mine alongside them.

Let me make this clear so I'm absolutely sure you understand it.

We can't escape through the tunnels anymore,

so we'll go in and out through the roof.

And everything before the match finishes.

There's no plan B.

If we get caught,

we're going down for a very long time.

Are you sure you're prepared for that?

Are you?

Are you sure it's a good idea to be doing shots

the night before committing the crime of the century?

No regrets. It's tradition.

The night before a dangerous voyage,

sailors would drink rum

and voice one thing they regret.

Okay, I regret...

that one night in Thailand when I woke up next to that ladyboy.

What?

It's not funny.

Okay, I'll go. Um...

I regret...

I won't be able to watch Spain win the World Cup with my father.

He dreamt of it his whole life.

But if he can't be here to watch it,

I'll listen to it on his old radio.

Maybe that way he can hear it...

with me.

Thom?

You don't regret joining us on this salvage?

No, that's one thing I don't regret.

Do you mind me asking why you did accept?

Passion.

And because it was impossible.

Lorraine?

How about you, James?

This is our 14th salvage,

as you like to call it.

But it's a big one.

No regrets.

No regrets.

It's time.

We're in position.

Okay, sound check. Checking one.

- One, checked. - Two, checked.

- Three, checked. - Four's not quite checked.

Now I'm checked.

Captain also checks. First positions.

All right, guys. Here we go.

Ready?

Remember what I said about thinking?

Okay, the foyer is clear.

Camera's on loop. You have 50 seconds.

Go.

Chopper's on its way.

Thirty seconds.

Next patrol on its way. Ten seconds.

Move fast, three.

Almost on you.

Okay, let's go.

Hold on, hold on. Wait.

Hold on, hold on.

All right, guys. Corridor to your right.

Third door.

Psst!

All right, guys. We are tracking you on the schematic.

This is going to start getting tricky.

Fifteen meters, straight.

Turn on your 12, ten meters.

On your right, 100 meters.

One hundred meters. Are you kidding me?

Fuck!

They're two minutes behind.

- Why is that happening? - Thom is slowing them.

Okay, guys, it's halftime. Sixty minutes to get out.

We're ten minutes late.

Clear to proceed in three.

We can see you again.

It's 46 minutes until full time.

Let's go.

Come on, Cambridge.

Thom.

Thom!

Look at me.

You're good.

That's right.

James, don't move. The back's slipping!

Stop!

How's that catching arm?

S-Still poor to quite poor.

Thank you

for saving my life, Thom.

I'll buy you flowers.

Klaus, the codes.

Okay, the codes change every 33 minutes.

We got six minutes before I can try grabbing the next one.

- But you can grab them? - That's the billion-dollar question.

- Six. - Six.

- Three. - Three.

Seven.

Seven.

One. Just one more. How's my time?

Fifteen seconds.

Ten.

Klaus, if we don't get these, we have to wait 31 minutes.

Come on, baby.

Four! It's four! Jesus!

Walkway camera looped.

All right, motion detectors off. Go.

There they are.

Simon, you're clear to go.

Twenty-one minutes left.

Taking far too much time.

Simon, how many liters have you used?

Eighty percent.

Twenty left.

Should it have worked by now?

Yeah.

But it hasn't.

Fuck.

Simon, how much left?

None. That's all of it.

Well done.

Wait.

You want to see what I see.

It's working.

Right.

Hang on. I'll go first.

If I'm wrong, it's on me.

The scale hasn't moved. It worked.

Move fast. It'll only last a few minutes. Get to work.

Guys, this thing's melting fast.

"Sic parvis magna."

I found it.

And the coins?

Walter, you need to see this.

Fuck.

What do you mean we've been made?

They've found the hole in the dome.

- Fuck. - They know you're in the building.

- The guards have been mobilized. - What do we do?

You need to get out of the vault and surrender to the guards.

No, no, we can't. There's got to be another solution.

You have to surrender,

and do it clearly, or the guards will shoot you.

This is not gonna hold! We have to get out! Now!

Wait.

What?

Give me the coins.

What are you doing, James? We've lost. It's over.

Not for me, it's not.

Give me the coins, Lorraine.

Give them to me.

- What the hell does that mean? - You were never going to get the coins.

They've ordered me to bring them to the British Embassy.

They? Who?

You know who.

- You should have seen it coming. - I thought you retired.

We never retire, Walter.

Give him the coins, Lorraine!

Give him the coins, Lorraine!

Oh, shit.

Here we go.

Shit.

What are you doing?

There are a handful of people in the world

that could make that swim.

And you're not two of them.

I'm sorry, Lorraine.

Really, I am.

Fuck off.

It's over. I'm calling the bank. They can stop it.

There's no point.

This thing is autonomous.

It won't stop until the vault's filled.

Thom, listen to me. There's nothing we can do from here.

You think we don't know that?

Thom, Lorraine, keep calm. We'll get you out of there.

You have around ten minutes before you're submerged. Ten minutes.

- Okay. Okay! - We have to get out!

You studied the 3D model.

You know it. There has to be a way, a route.

Okay! Okay, can everybody shut up?

Shut up! Shut up! I'm trying to think.

Okay. Okay, Thom. Let's keep it simple.

Basic laws of physics.

The water will stop coming when the vault's full.

It has to, otherwise the pressure would burst the vault.

Great. But that won't save us.

There's no sensors in here to detect the water level,

so how does it know when to shut off?

The weight.

The weight. The weight!

Simon!

- Are you still down there? - Yeah, sure.

Okay, pile as much weight as you can onto the scale.

Come on, please!

Come on!

We have to trick the scale into thinking the vault's full.

It's all about the scale. It has to be.

What if you're wrong?

The water's still rising.

Shit.

I don't have control anymore. Gustavo does.

That's all I have, guys. I'm sorry.

Lorraine?

Thom?

What's happening?

Walter, you don't think, um...

Walter.

Walter.

Thom? Lorraine? Can you hear me?

Thom? Lorraine? Can you hear me?

Yes, we hear you.

It worked! Simon did it!

Okay, guys, we'll get you out of there.

Walter, there's no way to get out.

What do we do?

I don't know. Just stay in the room. There's no cameras.

They'll find them in five minutes. Get them out of there.

To where? The whole building is crawling with guards.

There's no way out.

They can break a fucking window.

The windows are bulletproof. They need keys to open.

Fuck.

- Third floor. - Huh?

Run.

Come on!

- What are they doing? - I don't know.

I'm sorry.

No regrets.

Let's go!

You want to buy me that drink now, Margaret?

You're still not celebrating.

Spain are.

Yes, we are as well.

You really believe all that "for queen and country" bullshit?

And I believe in doing my job.

You used me...

from the beginning.

We knew you were going to do it. We could not.

All right, let's renegotiate... 60-40.

You have nothing to negotiate with.

James has the coins.

And an obscure sense of loyalty.

You need to disappear.

You'll be at the top of a short list of suspects,

and we can't protect you.

- I thought we were friends. - We are.

As I said, country first.

Wrong.

Friendship and family first.

Gentlemen.

- Do you have the coordinates? - Just a moment.

Tougher than expected...

but I have them.

Care to do the honors?

It's in Europe.

France.

Paris?

Shit.

According to this,

Francis Drake buried his fortune under the...

Under the Eiffel Tower.

Yeah.

He switched the coins, that clever fucker!

I told you I don't want to get wet.

So...

you knew this whole time that James was going to try and screw you?

I thought he might.

He's a good man, but he gave his loyalty to a flag,

and the code of honor that goes with it.

How did you manage to switch out the coins?

What do you think?

Oh. I don't know.

I was there the whole time. I didn't see anything.

Of course not.

- Hmm. - Okay.

Okay, full house. Here we go.

Come on.

All right.

Europe.

One of us is going home. It's buried in London.

I guess that's a sign I should call my dad.

Where in London, Klaus? Zoom in.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Where?

Miss Vogel?

Yes.

Welcome to the Bank of England.

Thank you.

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