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SUNDAY
03:15 PM

HOUR 53 OF THE HEIST

Known for perpetrating numerous robberies
at jeweller’s and luxury shops,

Andres de Fonollosa is also responsible
for other sexual offences...

What a curriculum!

Andres de Fonollosa.

Who would have thought?

Such a refinement

and that stick you seem
to have stuck up your ass.

So it turns out to be
that you like whores.

In particular, being part
of a ring of trafficking in women

brought in from Eastern Europe,
from Albania and Bulgaria,

to be sold later...

Did you also taste the Bulgarian women,
eh, before selling them?

He is charged with procuring,
extortion of minors,

- deprivation of liberty...
- Minors?

- ...as well as the previously mentioned...
- Minors?

- ...arm robbery.
- Minors.

Amongst them, the attempted robbery
of a well-known jeweller’s shop

in Vendôme square...

You’re a pig.

Can you tell me
why that girl is in your office, tied up?

What are you going to do with her,
piece of scum?

According to the latest news,
Fonollosa has eluded

this last charge thanks
to his cooperation as an informant...

Ah, and a snitch, too...

...identified by the police
together with Silene Oliveira...

I would never sell women.
Let alone be their pimp.

My ethics code doesn’t let me do it.

The same way it stops me
from telling on a colleague,

despite being a human waste.

And that’s nothing to do
with my tastes and my likings, Nairobi.

If you say so.

...the heist men spokesperson.

A fingerprint from Andres de Fonollosa
has been found

on a button that the officers found in
a Seat Ibiza linked to the investigation.

- Police special units...
- I’ve never been inside that car.

...in search for new traces of DNA
that can provide some clues...

But I know who did.

What’s the matter?

What the fuck are you doing
with my jacket, piece of crap?

Fuck, man.

Fucking hell.

Tell me, Nairobi,
do you know where Denver is?

No.

A bit slow, aren’t we?
Is it still like this?

Shall I help you?

The sooner we finish the hole,
the sooner will get out of here.

Are you tired of being here?

Well.

- This can bore anyone.
- You’re bored with 67 hostages,

firing your M-16 and the cops
outside the door. Is that why?

Is that why you tried to bite
that poor lamb’s neck?

And you started kissing her,
while she was scared to death.

What the heck was that for?

To provoke you.

You are awfully quiet
when you take a shit.

And what now?

Are you getting bored of Rio?

- Why do you say that?
- Because you’re that kind of person.

Am I?

What kind of person?

One that no parent wants for their son.

Do you remember what happened in Toledo,
the day we had paella?

It was the night of San Juan
and you snuck away to the street party.

Yes.

What is it?

- What’s wrong?
- Say.

What?

Did you know that there are over
2,000 trillion stars in the sky?

- So, you have counted them all?
- Of course, man.

I need some more fun, here.

And I know, Tokyo, I know you keep
something similar to this in your room.

- Some.
- Yes. We might as well?

- Whoa, Rio! Poor...
- Rio, he was ever so drunk.

- Very drunk.
- How dru...

Will you give me a puff?

Listen.

Why did you tell me that
about the stars earlier on?

I don’t know, mate,
because it’s a nice thing.

All the stars up there, like...
I don’t know.

There, in the mountains.
I don’t know why I said it, mate.

Nothing else?

- Nothing else about what?
- I don't know.

That you might mean something else, no?

Something like if you want to fuck with me
or something of that sort?

But... would you like to?

- Come off it, mate.
- What? Piss off!

Piss off!

Dad...

Dad, what are you doing, standing there?

No, nothing. Nothing,
I was there and you weren’t...

Where have you been
at this time and like that?

Shush.

- We are back from the street party.
- Oh, my.

- The street party.
- So you went out from here...

- We never went to the street party!
- Don’t lie.

We stayed in drinking. Off to bed.

I can’t sleep now.

I can’t sleep,
so I’m going to have a drink, okay?

Dad, you nod off quickly.

Dad, look at me. Off to bed.

Go to bed. Listen to me.

- Do you have a cig?
- For fuck’s sake!

- Sure. Here you are, have a smoke.
- Might as well.

- Have this one.
- Come on.

I’m going to the toilet. But, when
I’m back, everyone, to their room.

Come on.

- See if we can have some sleep.
- See you later, dear.

You!

Couldn’t you see what I was doing
with my eyes so you would leave?

Why?

You spoiled all the fun, dad.
Fucking shit...

- Eh... Tokyo and you...?
- Yes, there. There.

- Yes, she’s hot.
- Hot?

She’s gorgeous, dad. She’s gorgeous.

But there’ll be plenty of time.
Now you have to focus.

Focus? I haven’t been more focused
in all my life.

You have to focus on what matters.
Let’s go to bed.

Fuck me. I’ m not going to sleep with you

after I almost go to sleep
with that goddess.

I’ll sleep in the fucking car.

- No way you’re sleeping in the car?
- Shut up.

You always do the same thing, damn,
you’re always doing that.

And what’s wrong,
I’m not enough for your son?

I think you’re too much.

Because you live your life
like a videogame.

Heists, shootings, lovers.

Adventures...

- Well, yes, I enjoy life.
- No.

You enjoy leaping from one stone
onto another in mud pools.

And after you leap, the stone sinks in.

You leave dead bodies behind
on the hard shoulders.

That’s what you like.

Whose idea was it to rob the security van?
Yours or your boyfriend’s?

Yours, wasn’t it?

So now your boyfriend is a dead man.

And so is your mother.

I’m sure that you were aware of how much
harm you were doing to your mother.

And now it’s Rio’s turn.

You’re already bored.

To top it off, you hit on a young girl
while holding her at gunpoint.

So irresponsible.

Fickle, superficial, selfish.

How do you define yourself?

If we all do our job and it goes badly,

it’s part of the job.

But if it goes bad because a fickle brat

wants to leave urgently, I won’t allow it.

So, start working.
We’ve only got 10 days left.

Let's see if for once in your life you
fucking finish what you have started.

I dozed off, damn it.

- Yes, I was about to wake you up.
- Have I been sleeping long?

I don’t know.

The first time I sleep with a girl
and when I wake up, she’s still there.

I don’t know where you expected me to go.

I don’t know where you expected me to go.

Inside a hole with a shot wound in my leg
and amid a kidnapping.

- I don’t have many options, do I?
- What’s wrong?

You needn’t be so rough,
I saved your life.

- You saved my life?
- Yes.

How did you save my life?

How? Like the Jews in Auschwitz?

When a Nazi pulled them off the queue
and they didn’t go to the gas chamber.

I’m not a fucking Nazi, huh?
I’m not a fucking Nazi.

I remind you
that you put a mobile on your panties,

- and I was ordered to kill you.
- And what did you do?

Hey, what did you do?

You said no, you stopped him? No.

You shot me in the leg.

You humiliated me before everyone.

And now you have locked me up here,
I can’t breathe or go to the toilet.

I go where, in a bucket?

So, don't fool yourself.

You may be the best out of all the Nazis,
but you are still one of them.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t...

It wasn’t my intention to humiliate you.

I don’t quite know what to do...
about all this.

I’m going to take you the toilet, okay?
Do you agree?

Okay.

Then, let’s go.

Denver!

My friend!

Come here!

Damn it!

Berlin, wait!

Berlin, stop!

Wait, damn it, Berlin!

Listen to me, stop. You’re right!

You’re right.

Denver might have lost
the button of your jacket

because he put on your jacket,
but, so what?

- You can’t change that.
- But I can punish him.

Berlin.

He’s not resting. He’s not at the museum

or the tunnel.

Or the printing house.

Has he probably gone
to the street party again?

Relax, guys, I’ll look for him.

Berlin, please, come to your senses.
Come to your senses, huh?

You can’t shoot him
because he stole your jacket.

It’s a blotched job. You’re a bloke
with style and that’s a blotched job.

What about my dignity?

I have a reputation to keep.

My friends from the Costa Azul have seen
my name connected to those lies.

Denver has screwed my honour.

And if someone screws my honour,
I’ll destroy him.

Do you understand?
We’re talking about integrity here.

Ethics... is important, Nairobi.
But... aesthetics, too.

I beg you, please.

Please, don’t screw the plan up for us,
Berlin.

- You fucking scum...!
- Eh. Back off.

Nairobi.

- Stay here.
- Helsinki.

What’ll you do, will you shoot me?

Stay... here.

It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing.

It was a fucking joke
the whole jacket thing!

It was a joke!

I don’t know if I’m overdoing it
a little with the lipstick.

I might look a bit like a whore.
What do you think?

- On the contrary, I have a simple look.
- That’s why I’m saying it...

- Let’s see, where are we heading?
- For the street party.

So, you need to look like
a street... slut.

- What is it?
- Let's party.

Shush.

- The Professor’s keys?
- I got them.

Oh, the car...

Fuck!

Done.

- Where is Denver?
- No idea.

What do you mean, no idea?

Yes, now we can.

Quiet.

- But, and this?
- This is pure elegance.

- Berlin’s jacket?
- Yes, that’s right.

- He’ll kill you.
- No, he won’t.

Off we go.

Silence, it’s coming... it’s coming to me.

- Shush.
- What are you talking about?

Have I ever told you about my five wives?

They just want us to impregnate them,
but later...

what comes out of there...

is a nuclear warhead.

Stop it, you make me feel nervous!

You look beautiful.

- I chose an anime look for you.
- I like anime.

What’s the matter?

You've been crying.

How do you think I am?

Fucking amazing.

I think I am a fickle person
who fucks everyone up.

It’s like I could see myself in a film,
and I didn’t...

recognize myself.

Because I thought I was...

different,

but in fact I’m a fucking mad woman
who causes pain,

and gets bored of everything.

And who doesn’t make people happy.

And I don’t like the way I am,

nor this fucking book that I saw here
in the CEO’s office.

It says I’m a toxic woman.

If you’re trying to break up with me,
go away or something like that,

don’t you dare.

Rio, mate...

I’m burnt soil.

Worse.

I’m a fucking petrol drum and a match.

I love bonfires.

And if you’re toxic, I’ll feel dizzy.

Like smoking a joint, and I’ll enjoy it.

Look here.

When I see you
at the other side of the museum,

it makes me feel like crying...

just for being with you.

And we fuck
and I’m floating around the room.

I know you will leave me.

But why don’t we try a little longer?

Does it have to be now?

No, it doesn’t have to be now.

Start recording.

- And this hair.
- Perfect.

Z-75, to all units.

There is an armed robbery
on Alcantara Street, 33.

An ironmonger's. Any unit nearby?

Unit Z-32, we are just in front
of the door, we’re heading there.

It’s him.

Yes. I’m sure.

Why doesn’t he pick up, where is he?

I’m in front of Karina's school,
your daughter.

And people from my organization
are in Krostoma,

watching your wife
coming out of the supermarket.

If the identikit you are doing

looks like me,

you won’t ever see either of them.

Who the hell is on channel 8?

The police cannot protect you, Nikolai.

Let go of that! Let go!

- Fuck!
- Let go of that!

God! What the fuck did he say?
What the fuck did he say?

I didn’t hear anything.

What did he tell you?

H-50. Control room. Where was
that message in Russian sent from?

From a police car, Z-32.

Z-32, do you read me?

This is Z-32 exiting the ironmonger’s.
We received a false robbery call.

Someone is in your car.
Run to the patrol car.

Control room, indeed,
they went in, but there’s no one now.

He must be near.
Look for someone, a suspect.

Male, 40 years old, has a beard.

There’s no one nearby. We get moving.

Denver!

Denver?

Denver.

- I was looking for you.
- Here I am.

The thing is...

my face is constantly
in the TV news report.

Do you know what they say about me?

- No.
- That I’m a thief.

That I can understand,
but they also say I like prostitutes,

I am a procurer, I abuse kids.
And all that because of a button.

A button from my jacket.

Remember? The one you wore.

And apparently you left it behind
inside the car we had in Toledo.

A car that, by the way,
I’m sure I wasn’t...

I was never in.

Do you know what that means?

I don’t know.

- You do know.
- I don’t know.

You have just fucked my life.

Come on.

- What should I do with you?
- Berlin.

I’m sorry, mate,
I didn’t see the fucking button.

I’ll compensate you with 10 or 15 million
from my share. Is that okay?

15 million?

15 million, no shit.

We go and fuck it. 15 million.

- 15 million euros.
- I can sign it on paper if you want.

- For a button?
- For a button.

- Leave him, Berlin.
- What’s going on here?

Nothing is going on.

It’s funny.

I came here... with the idea

of shooting him like, I don’t know,
in his feet to compensate

and I’m beginning to feel like
shooting you in the head

and I don’t quite know why.

Berlin.

Yes... Shush.

Thank you.

Retroxil, it’s a rare medicine,
made to order.

It’s used to palliate trembling

caused by a very unusual
degenerative neuronal disease.

What?

Helmers’ Myopathy.

The Russians launched this medicine
four years ago

and apparently it was successful.

They were able to change
the outcome of Fonollosa's disease

from being a lethal disease
for all those who suffer it

to only nine out of ten dying.

So if... Mr. Fonollosa is not that one,

he’ll be dead in less than 24 months.

That man has nothing to lose.

But it’s not necessary...

Denver?

Denver, is it you?

I ordered you to kill her on Friday.

And today is Sunday.

Resurrection Sunday!

Praise the Lord.

Sorry, I’ll let you finish in peace.

It won’t be me who disturbs your privacy.

I'm making you a confession, Denver.

When I saw her there lying on the floor,
dead,

something inside me was not right.

Sometimes I rush into things.

This temper of mine.

However, it’s clear
that this situation is still uncomfortable

and we’ll have to do something about it,
but, what?

On one side of the scales,
Denver, there are the bad things.

You disobeyed me.

I asked you to kill her,

because that woman
had compromised our plan.

Our plan. And you spared her.
And let’s not talk about the button,

that, due to your ineptitude,
has put my face in TV news,

airports, police stations...

And for sure it has definitely
spoiled my future.

And on the other side
of the scales, it’s...

the fact that that woman is alive.

And I wonder: What side
of the scales do you think weighs more?

Don’t be a motherfucker, Berlin,
this isn’t a film by Tarantino, eh?

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

Nairobi, you put the gun down.

- What?
- You put your gun down.

Let’s work this out, put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

Whose head are you going
to blow now, eh, freak?

Let’s all calm down and put the guns down.

Berlin, Denver, everyone, you, too.

Tell your cousin, come on.

I’m tired of your orders
and your fucking speeches.

Shall I tell you what side of the scales
weighs more, shall I?

Wait, Denver, calm down.

I’ll tell you, don’t move.

- Careful.
- No, listen to me.

You know what weighs more?

Life, surely, Denver.

Yes, it does. So this once, gentlemen,

let’s put the guns down,

because there are certain times...

when life is a miracle

that it’s good celebrating.

What are you doing?

- For fuck’s sake, is she alive?
- She’s alive, Tokyo.

Look at her, Denver.

Like those flowers that grow
in the cracked pavement.

That’s it.

- That’s it, yes.
- That’s it.

That’s it.

Berlin, I’m sorry to interrupt you,
but you have to come up,

the Professor is on the phone.

- Are you there?
- Where were you?

Let’s say in a sort of...

spiritual trip.

And I have returned as a new man.

I’m glad.

Because there’s something important
you need to know.

I put the button of your jacket
in the Seat Ibiza.

You killed a hostage,

you stepped over the red line,
so this is your punishment.

It hurts to hear that, it hurts terribly.

And, honestly, I believe
it’s a very unfair measure.

You see, I want you
to listen to something.

What’s your name?

My name is Monica Gaztambide.

- And how are you?
- Fine.

- And you’re alive.
- I’m alive.

And she’s very pretty. Thank you.

Do you understand now
why you are unfair?

You punish me for something
that still hasn’t happened.

I admire your cynicism.

But I understand that if that woman
is still alive, it's not thanks to you.

Unfortunately there’s no turning back.

The good news
for everyone is that thanks

to that happy outcome
we can proceed to plan Valencia.

Gentlemen, plan Valencia is in action.

Now.

Fire!

What’s that?

Bursts from M-16s.

Several guns firing all at once.

Turn up the reception,
There’s people screaming.

And... scream! Louder!
With pain! With passion!

Louder!

I spoke to the scientific lab
and ballistics.

I sent out the recordings
and they say they have

- at least three M-16.
- How many bullets?

150 approximately, five or six magazines.

It’s a massacre.

It’s not an execution, it’s an affray.
Put me through the Royal Mint.

What the fuck is happening in there,
what have you done?

- Aren’t you going to say good evening?
- Good evening?

After you leaked our conversations
to the media,

after you sold me out
before the public opinion

and after hearing
that shooting inside there.

- What sort of insane person are you?
- Inspector, the truth is...

I don’t recognize you.
You’re an intelligent woman.

We have carried out this negotiation
with mutual respect,

both professionally and personally.

I’d dare to say that even
with some affection from my side.

So I’ll hang the phone up
and we’ll start again.

What the...?

Phone.

Good evening, Professor.

Good evening.

You see... I was here...

thinking about things and...

all of the sudden it crossed my mind:

what kind of music

will this man listen to
when he has a shower in the morning?

Well, it’ll sound strange to you, but...

what gives me the most energy...

is a Greek Syrtaki.

I don’t know,
it makes me be in a good mood.

How curious, isn’t it?
Are you of Greek ancestry?

No, the truth is I’m not.

But I don’t know,
I love the films Anthony Quinn is in.

It’s lively music, actually.

Not so much as the shots
we heard inside there.

No, of course not.

Could you tell me what exactly was that?

Sure, I would be delighted to.
You see...

we have been testing
some guns we thought that had got wet,

but they work just fine.
Thank you for asking.

You’re welcome.
It’s a very plausible explanation,

but there’s another possibility.

That all went wrong and you had

to open fire and shoot the hostages.

Yes, that would be another possibility.

I guess it’s up to you
to be more or less optimistic.

So you won’t mind If I ask you something.

Inspector...,

I’m truly sorry,

- but I’m a terrible dancer.
- Excuse me?

The Syrtaki... If you’re asking
me to dance with you,

I’m very sorry, but it won’t be possible.

No, it’s not that.

Look.

I want a proof of life of each hostage,

recorded today,

in front of a television set broadcasting
live. And it’s not negotiable.

I wouldn’t dare haggle
over something so delicate, inspector.

You have an hour to send them over.

- Hello.
- Prepare the proofs of life.