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And then, we shall be ready
to begin the wonderful second act

of our spectacular magic show.

How to open a vault
that has steel walls 25 centimeters deep.

And more importantly,
how to do it unnoticed.

So we can come and go as we please,

as if it was
a revolving door of a luxury hotel.

An act worthy
of David Copperfield.

Keila, what will happen
when you take control of the cameras?

I'll record footage
of the empty vault and antechamber

and play them back in a loop
whenever we need to.

Wow. Check this huge bottle of champagne.

Sorry, excuse me.

Do you like champagne, Bruce?

Yeah. I mean,
I don't drink it every day, but I like it.

Then, please, take the bottle
and help yourself.

No, I'm good. Another time.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

We've just interrupted Keila,
so time to seize the opportunity.

Please, let's not wait any longer.

Open it.

Hmm. No.

No. You have to take your time.

Now, can you feel those citrus pearls
exploding in your mouth?

Yeah, yeah. I feel them.

- The pearls.
- Good. That's it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Bruce, you see,
champagne is a sparkling wine.

Once it's open,
it begins to lose its essence.

I'm afraid I must insist.
Finish the bottle.

Can we get back to the plan now?

- Or would you like something to drink?
- No. I'm good, thanks.

Psst. Take this, or you might get sick.

I can understand that you might confuse
what's going on here with a classroom.

You can get up and walk around.

You can throw chalk. Or open the fridge.

And the reason it feels like a classroom
is because we are studying a plan.

However, there is
a significant difference.

Quite an important detail.

If someone screws up,

if you screw up,

they don't just ask you
to stay after school.

They send you to prison.

And in France,
that means 16 years behind bars.

So anyone who ignores the plan
is putting all of our lives at risk.

Understood?

MONEY HEIST
BERLIN

And to quote a brilliant friend of mine
who has helped me mastermind other heists,

"A robbery's not a plan."

"A robbery is a curriculum."

And why isn't your friend here with us?

He's working on his own heist.

And... it's going to be amazing.

In fact, he's spent
half of his life preparing for it.

But that's a good question.

I'm sure you're wondering why

I haven't hired seasoned,
professional thieves

with 20 years of experience,
and instead, I have you.

There are two good reasons for that.

The first reason
is that this heist needs only one brain,

Damián's.

And the second is because,

for pros, it's always
about their egos and not the excitement.

Well, there's only one ego here,
and that's mine.

And the excitement is all yours.

You cannot imagine how sad it is
to work with people hardened by apathy.

Whereas you, my young friends
are so wonderfully malleable,

you can listen and learn
from everything I teach you.

You'll become stronger.

For example, Bruce.

He will never ever interrupt
a class again, will you, Bruce?

No, sir.

But most importantly for me,
and this would be our third reason,

is because, when you are surrounded
by young people,

you feel invigorated.

Right, Damián?

Your enthusiasm, your vitality,

your beauty.

All these things
that make life worth living.

That's why I prepare my plans
in the suite of a five-star luxury hotel.

Not a hangar or some house in suburbia,

like some badly dressed thief,
hiding in the dark like a rat.

Because, if we are to end
bullet-ridden on the streets of Paris,

our bodies will be beautiful to behold.

Even Damián's.

Thank you for the compliment, I guess.

And now, unless someone else cares
to interrupt...

Keila, kindly proceed.

What happens when you take control

of the security cameras
at the auction house?

As I was saying,

I'll record footage
of the empty vault and antechamber

and play them in a loop if needed.

Recording.

Then I'll play back the footage

of the empty rooms
on the security guards' monitors.

And what if Mr. Polignac
enters the vault to put away some jewels?

What happens then?

We let the cameras record it in real time.

And if it's not Polignac?

If it's one of us? What then?

Then I play back the recording.
The guards will just see an empty vault.

Okay, play back.

Prerecorded, or live streaming?

You'll think it's reality,
but in fact, it's a fairy tale.

And all this time,
we'll huff and we'll puff

and we'll blow the house down.

I'm quite the poet, huh?

Once inside the antechamber,
we remove the back wall of the vault

by cutting along the joints
that hold it together.

One clean cut that will slice
through a seven-ton slab of steel.

How do we slice through steel that thick?

With the most precise system
ever invented.

If we use thermal lances,
we'll leave a trail of prints.

But imagine this.

A cutting wire as precise as any diamond.

And a two-pole electromagnetic motor.

It has a cut speed
of 40 meters per second.

This will be our slicing system.

Connect the crane to the slab.

Then we weld together the magnetic hooks

so that the crane
can lift the slab about 50 centimeters.

- And where will the crane be?
- Right here. Just above the vault.

The iron structure will hide
the two pulleys that we'll set up below.

Then using a remote control, the crane
will lift the slab off the ground,

just like a garage door,

Leaving us just enough room
to slide inside.

Vault loop activated.

Yes! Yeah!

Keila, tell Berlin we're in.

Berlin, Damián says to tell you
we've made it inside the vault. We're in.

We're inside the fucking vault.

Keila, tell Damián he's a master.

This year
he gets the Oscar for best thief.

Damián, Berlin says
you're the master.

And that you're gonna get
the Oscar for Best Thief.

And the rest of you,

Oscar for this year's Best Criminal Gang.

And he says that we get
the award for Best Criminal Gang.

And let's not forget you, bookworm.

You're a genius!

And so, how does the vault look?

Empty. As expected.

Great. When the last jewels arrive,
we're walking in on a red carpet.

But that'll be in a few days.

Until then, let's enjoy Paris.

How was your day, mon amour?

Tell me, did you think of me?

Actually, I did.

And I thought I'd like to do something
that I've never done before.

You know. Like something crazy.

Like what?

Like doing it in the bathroom

of a Michelin restaurant.

I bet nobody's ever done that
in a place like this before.

It would be our legacy.

We'd be the first
in the world and remember it forever.

What do you think?

Oops.

Ooh.

Now you can look me in the eyes,
knowing I'm wearing nothing.

I must confess. You've shocked me.

I'll wait for you in the ladies' room.

Don't take too long.

And you? Glad to hear that.

My husband.

He just arrived.

What do I do?

Get up and go say hello to him.

Tell him you're
with some obnoxious art dealer,

and you can't stand it,
and you want him to join us.

Tell him I'm an unbearable,
nasty, arrogant snob.

Look at me. Go. I got this.

Monsieur Martínez,

I'd like to introduce you
to my husband, Monsieur Polignac.

What a coincidence,

running into each other
at the same restaurant.

Pleased to meet you.

Mr. Martínez
is a Spanish art dealer.

Do you remember?
I said we... were having lunch today.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Would you mind if he joins us?

Is there a problem?

Am I annoying you?

Was it something that I said?
Or maybe it's worse.

Maybe you're so self-absorbed,
and me being the gentleman that I am,

you believe that I'm trying to seduce you.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand
what you're saying,

- Or what you're implying.
- Well, it's quite simple.

There's really no need
to call in your chaperone.

I can leave on my own.

I'm a respected art dealer.
I came here to discuss business,

not to get inside your panties.

Hey, torero. Enough.

You're way outta line.

Don't make a scene.
We're in the middle of a restaurant.

Do you understand?

Ah... Of course.

Enjoy your little chitchat.

What did I do?

What did I just do?

You can't imagine how anxious I was.

I could feel my head pounding,

I was completely paralyzed.

And all I could think of was,

what if my panties
flew out of your pocket?

- Oh, darling.
- I must be insane.

I feel guilty
about cheating on François like that.

But at the same time,
it's so exhilarating.

Let's leave Paris.

Let's go to a castle or a spa. Anywhere.

For the weekend. Just the two of us.

We can pretend
the rest of the world doesn't exist.

I don't have any clothes.

Darling, we're in Paris,
the capital of prêt-à-porter.

Do I need to remind you
that you need new underwear?

Give me that.

What do I say to François?

We were going to spend a few days together
at our cottage in Chantilly.

Tell him that you have to leave suddenly
for business.

And that you don't even have time
to go home.

Do you remember when I told you

that sometimes I'm afraid
to sleep at night in case life passes by?

Well, I don't feel that anymore.

Now I feel that...
I'm living the life that I always wanted.

And it's with you.

Of the eight billion people in this world,

here we are.

You and me.

Cheers, everyone!

Ooh!

I came here for the first time,
many years ago, with my wife.

In an old Citroën, and since then,
we've become Francophiles.

Uh, fresh baguette every day.

- Uh, croissants for breakfast.
- Merci.

And a bottle of Burgundy
when we can afford it.

- Moulin Rouge.
- Looks good. Can I?

Ratatouille...

- Yes, les petits pois.
- I can't stand it.

- Yeah. Petits pois.
- Yeah.

Can I get an advance on my share?

What for?

There's
this four-day electronic music festival

happening in New Orleans.

I'd love to go and have some fun.

To New Orleans?
You do know where New Orleans is?

One hour on a bus
or 20 on a plane, it's all the same to me.

If it's for a good cause.

- And what's the good cause?
- To have fun.

Absurd adventures
with unpredictable endings.

Come with me.

Paris, New Orleans.

They go well together.

Well, personally, I prefer to know
how my adventures end.

You're not much fun.

Ooh!

Oh!

Well, if we don't go to New Orleans,
we can stay and celebrate in Paris.

- That calls for champagne.
- Yes, champagne.

I think I'll pass
on the champagne this time.

Too bad for you, man.

It's really good.

Shh, everyone.

It's my wife.

You're all students
from the Sorbonne, okay?

Start speaking French. Oh, hi darling.

- How are you?
- Hi, Damián.

You just caught me having a drink
with some of my students

on a rooftop in Paris.

Very bohemian, huh?

- These are my students.
- Salut!

Bonsoir, Madame.

Kiss ass.

She says she loves attending my lectures.

How come you speak such good French?

When I was a child,
I lived here for a while with my family.

Amazing.

Paris is so beautiful at the moment.

And as romantic as always.

Listen. I have an idea.

When I finish my lectures,
why don't we meet up here?

Hmm?

Like we did 20 years ago.

Remember our kiss
on the top of the Eiffel Tower?

- I remember your vertigo.
- Yeah.

But it was worth it. Hmm?

- I've been thinking.
- Mm-hmm?

And it wasn't easy
to reach this decision, but...

I think we should separate, Damián.

Damián, are you there? Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Um...

It's, um, perfectly normal,
what you're thinking.

I think it too sometimes.

That we should take a break.
Give each other some space.

Take a step back
and come back together stronger.

More passionate. Huh?
Like starting over again.

Damián, you and I have been
giving each other space for so long.

With your lectures all around the world.
Your seminars, your work with NGOs...

I'm not talking about a break, though.

Sorry. I'm not taking this too well.

I mean, you've always said
that I was the love of your life.

And you were mine.
We said it to each other,

I don't know, four or five months ago?

Maybe you are the love of my life, but...

that doesn't mean we'll spend
the rest of our lives together.

But...

Well, being the love of your life

and splitting up,
don't you think, darling, it's...

Please don't say "darling."

Yes, of course.
Sorry. I guess it's just a habit.

I think it's better
if you don't call me for a while. Okay?

Wow. Paris sure brings back
a lot of memories.

We're going out to party.
You wanna join us?

You want me to start taking shots
with my students

and end up dancing
on the bar like in Coyote Ugly?

No, thanks.
I'll keep an eye on the cameras.

I'm staying too.
That way, I can keep you company.

Seriously?

Yeah.

- Keila?
- Yes.

- Yes, what?
- Yes, I'm in. Let's go.

- Excellent! It's party time!
- Okay. Let's go.

Yeah. In just one week.

MOTORCYCLE RENTAL

I keep getting calls from the bike rental.

Are you gonna tell me
where the hell you put it?

- Just forget about the bike, okay?
- These guys call me every day. Get it?

If I don't bring it back,
they'll take my passport to the police.

Bruce, you're gonna
steal 44 million in jewels.

- You're worried about a bike you rented?
- They have his photo.

If they use facial recognition scanning,

then they'll see
if he has a record and identify him.

Roi, tell me
where the fuck you put that damn bike.

You saw Berlin react to the champagne.

What the fuck do you think he's gonna do
when he finds the police have my photo?

Huh? It's a goddam loose end,
that's what it is.

Then we're fucked.

- The priest's ex-cons have it.
- What did you say?

I got pizza.

No anchovies.

- Hmm.
- And the Burgundy that you like.

Okay.

You haven't eaten
since you spoke with your wife.

Did you guys argue?

Something like that.

Quite frankly, she dumped me.

Welcome to the club.

Try not to think about it.

All relationships
eventually come to an end.

Think of relationships
as a handful of happy moments

before a disaster.

Like in Titanic.

What about the Titanic?

Titanic.

Now that's love.

It starts
with you dancing happily together

and ends in the depths
of the Mariana Trench.

And your life depends on a piece of wood.

One of you hangs on for dear life,
freezing to death,

while the other drops
to the bottom of the ocean.

The dinners and the romance.

Sex in the back seat.

Steamy windows with your hands
pressed against the glass.

A few good moments before the disaster.

You sound as if you're 50
with three divorces and two hernias.

Did he hurt you that much?

Just a little.

I guess that's what I earned.

Wisdom through pain.

I learned that,

if you survived the Titanic,
you don't have to go back.

No. That's not wisdom.

That's just surrender.
And I'm not giving up.

I'll go back to Spain and remind her
why I'm the love of her life.

Okay. But just one piece of advice.

Make sure that she's alone
when you show up.

What are you trying to tell me?

Listen, Damián.

No matter how good
your story was, it's all over now.

Your wife has moved on.

And to enjoy her new love,
she must get rid of her guilt.

That's why she broke up
with you over the phone.

I hope I'm wrong.

Otherwise, as I said, welcome to the club.

Stay here.

Keep watching and finish the pizza.

I need time to think.

Everything
was ready when you got there?

Okay, so we need to make sure

that all the paperwork
is completed for the insurance.

The documents have to be in order
for the signature. It's important, okay?

Yes. As I said in my email,
they've been delivered.

I love this place.

I feel at peace here.

There's so many places
in Paris I'd like to show you.

There's the Japanese garden,

where you can lose yourself
and forget about the world.

And the Barbès market,

where the farmers
sell really good local wines

and artisanal cheeses.

Do you like cheese?

I would die for cheese.

Sometimes they even bring sheep.

And there's this traditional, old café.

They brew
this really wonderful coffee.

It's so pretty there.

And they have
this beautiful nickel countertop

and banquettes...

I love places like that.

Whenever I'm in Madrid,
I always go to the same place.

The Buenos Aires Café.

The best Brazilian beans,
freshly roasted in Buenos Aires.

Simón, can you stay for a few more days?

Of course I can stay.

I'd drop everything.

My house, my job, my friends.

Who wants all that
if I can have a life in Paris with you?

Are you serious?

Of course.

I'd love that.

It's François.

Do you mind if I answer?

No. Of course not.

François?

Camille, are you alone
on your trip?

You left your email open on your laptop.

I've been having a very stressful day,

with all the jewels arriving
at the auction house.

So I came back home to change my clothes,

and I found your laptop open.

I read your love letters.

How he makes you feel something
you haven't felt in years.

And the songs that you sent him.

The same songs we listened to together.

And from what I can see,

you've been taking him
to all the same places we went to.

And then I saw his name.

Monsieur Martínez,

the Spanish art dealer
from the restaurant.

François.

Can we talk this over calmly together?

He's read all our messages.

He's seen everything.

I need to speak to him.

Could you give me some time on my own?

Yeah. Sure. Of course.

Just call me
when you want me to come back.

Torero.

One thrust to the heart, torero!

Let's see who's out of line now, François.

Good morning, ladies.

We're a player short.
Would you care to join us?

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I would love to join your table, ladies.

However, I'm having a heart attack.
Attacked by love.

- I must run. I bid you farewell.
- Mm.

Run along, then.

- Run, young man!
- Au revoir!

What a charming young man.

Come in. The rooms are nonsmoking,
but I've started again.

You were right.

My wife's having an affair.

Some details had escaped my attention.

For Easter week, she went to Seville.

She said she was going
with a girlfriend to see the processions.

But look at this.

She's dressed up
like she's going to the opera.

And her hair
is definitely looking more blonde.

And this photo with her friend?
That's no selfie. And what's that mean?

It means they're with someone else.

That summer, she went to visit
her mother at the beach house.

Carmen always wears a one-piece. Always.

See? Five years ago. Four.

Three. And the summer that I'm not there?

She wears a bikini. And a sarong.

And she even has a fucking flower
in her hair.

Who dresses up like a Hawaiian
just to play backgammon with their mother?

And twice that week, she completely forgot
to send me a good-night message.

"This guy's nuts," you're thinking.
Not true!

For the last 20 years, we say good night.

And what's more, for the past year,

she's been posting
a lot of stuff on Facebook.

And I found someone
called Jackal70... who likes it all.

Everything she posts!

Like, like, like, like.

And one day,
her picture gets a fire emoji.

Jackal70 posts a fire emoji?

And look at this.

We have a family phone plan.

And for the past ten months,
there's a new number on the bill.

At first I thought it was one
of her relatives. She has a shitload.

But then I noticed something strange.

She only calls that number when I'm away.

For example, I was with her
from January to March,

and from July to September,
and she didn't call.

But on October 13th,

at 8:16, she made a call

to that same number
that lasted 47 minutes.

Nothing unusual.

Except for the fact that I was boarding
a plane to Paris at eight.

So she dropped me at the airport.

She dropped me like a dog on the roadside
and called that fuckin' number.

And the irrefutable evidence.

That same night,
I received a message telling me

of an expense of 178 euros.

So, I searched the internet.

It's a restaurant.

"Fleur de Chacal."

Jackal. Once again.

Do you know what "jackal" means in Mexico?

A womanizer, a man possessed by lust.

Who spends 178 euros in a Mexican joint?

There was tequila! And jackal-action!

That's enough.

- What are you doing here?
- The jewels have arrived.

What day is today?

Monday. But there's something
that you need to know.

Tomorrow they're taking
the jewels out to be appraised.

And on Wednesday,
there's a press conference.

That changes the plan.

- And the auction is the day after.
- We have to move now.

We have to steal them tonight.

Where's Berlin?

Roi. Roi.

Roi, I've got some great news.
She wants me to stay in Paris.

And her husband just found out about us.

She was still sweating from our lovemaking
when he called.

Who are you talking about?
Polignac, the auction guy?

Roi, for the moment,
forget about the auction.

I'm talking about my personal life.
Forget the professional stuff!

That guy, he read all of our letters.

All I have to do now is wait
for him to push her into my open arms.

That's a good idea.
Roi, I'm staying here for a long weekend.

That won't be possible.

That's why I'm calling.
We have to do the job today.

Why today?

The last piece has arrived.

The Princess of Savoy diamond tiara.

Tomorrow, all the jewels
are being taken for appraisal,

and after that,
there's a photo session for the press.

- The robbery has to be tonight.
- I have to hang up, but I'll be there.

- Darling, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. I'm the one who's sorry.

Are you okay?

I feel so bad for him.

I understand completely.

- It's tough on him.
- He was so shocked.

It's been very painful for both of us.

If you don't mind me asking...
what did you tell him, darling?

Everything.

How we walked along
the banks of the Seine.

How we rode the streets on a Vespa,
stopping to kiss at every traffic light.

And that you make
the best margaritas in Paris.

How we never sleep.

How we spend the whole night making love.

And what did he say to you?

That he would've done the same.

That when you get caught up
in a whirlwind of love,

there's nothing you can do.

And if that's how I feel, then do it.

And what exactly does that mean?

I don't know. I suppose... he wanted to say
that he won't stand in our way.

He's such a good man.

He said he wants to get to know you.

He wants to get to know me? François?

Yes, François.

Well, now that he knows
you're the man from the restaurant,

he feels guilty for calling you "torero."

He wants to make amends.

Wow.

He's so considerate, your François.

I mean, not everyone
would be so... understanding

about their wife leaving them
for another man.

Sit down.

My love, this is not about choosing.

I'm sorry if I've misled you, but...

I'm not leaving François.

We've been together for eight years.
He's... my soulmate.

Uh, to be honest, you did mislead me. Um...

I'm trying to understand my place,
and, um, I'm not quite sure I get it.

You are the attraction.

You're the infatuation.

The fireworks you feel
at the beginning of a relationship.

I had those feelings for him too,
and then it became real love.

And I don't believe
I'll ever give that up.

Do you know what he said?

That for the past three weeks,
he's been thinking about having a child.

Is that right?

And suddenly, this burning passion
of ours just appeared.

So unexpectedly in our lives.

I've been asking him for years,
and it was never the right time.

And now that he's made up his mind,

I fall in love with you.

It's okay. Don't worry.

But, honestly, all of this
has kind of confused me.

I'll need some time to absorb all this.

I need some rest.
We've had some long nights recently.

I think I need... to think for a while.

Would it bother you if I got myself
another room for tonight?

Of course. Sure.

- Simón, wait.
- Hmm?

Breakfast tomorrow?

Of course.

Yes, Roi?

I'm on my way. What is it?

Okay. Okay. Um...
Well, it's that Damián's a little nervous.

He says he called you,
but you didn't answer.

But if you're on your way, just forget it.

You all right?

Actually, no, Roi. No.

I'm not all right.

I'm just her second fiddle.

She says she's in love with me,

but that she's going
to stay with her husband.

Can you understand that?

- It's strange.
- Tell me about it.

She says I'm her infatuation.
I'm the fireworks.

But her husband is her soulmate.

I'll checkmate him, the bastard!

I used to be the secret second fiddle.

By use of cloak-and-dagger
and clever subterfuge,

I cuckolded the fool.

And now, what am I? A wuss.

I'm her booty call. Can you believe it?

Can you think of anything more insulting?

The guy has basically given me
a free pass to sleep with his wife.

Fuck the Frenchies
and their polyamory and free love.

Fuck all that shit!

Okay.

You always said to keep our personal
and professional lives separate.

Right now, yours are all mixed up. So...

...maybe you should forget about her.

Forget her?

It's too late, Roi.

I've only known her for two weeks,

but that woman
has completely swept me away.

And you know what's worse?

Now she says she's going to have a baby.

You got her pregnant?

Come on, Roi. No.

She's wanted one for years.
Her husband didn't.

He just couldn't find the right moment.

And so now, that piece of shit

wants to get her pregnant
just so that she can't leave him.

That phony son of a bitch!

You gotta be a real lowlife
to use a baby like that!

And he plays the nice-guy card,

and then he throws a royal flush
of embryos on the table.

Well, let me tell you something, Roi.

I'm not leaving her with that asshole!

Listen carefully, okay?

Go get acetone and some bleach.
We're going to make chloroform.

That punk Polignac
has no fucking idea who he's dealing with!

He thinks he's playing with a piñata,
but he's gonna get hit

by a 300-megaton bomb!

Fuck.