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Where the hell are we going?

Well, if my dad was right,

Pedro de Alvarado and Alonso de Ávila were each buried with their very own key.

And where are the conquerors buried? Hmm?

Exactly. In the churches.

I'm coming!

I said I'm coming!

Good evening. Apologies for arriving at this hour.

However, there's no time to waste.

Hey, who are you? What do you want?

Let's go.

-This is not a church. -Excellent observation.

-Where we going? -Let me explain.

Okay, what are we looking for?

-A stone. -Whose stone was it?

Mr. Pedro de Alvarado y Contreras,

governor of the Kingdom of Guatemala.

Aye.

As everyone knows, his grave's located in Antigua.

Definitely common knowledge.

Luckily for us, that tomb was looted several years ago.

We couldn't be any luckier.

Interpol, in collaboration with the government of Guatemala

and the government of Mexico, caught the looters here,

-trying to sell the pieces. -Yada yada yada.

-Please! -Picklock.

-You're just like Juan. -So where does our stone end up?

In a warehouse.

This is Father Octavio. He doesn't speak English. He's Polish.

Witam.

-Namaste. -He's the specialist.

This is Luca. His assistant.

-Great-- -He took a vow of silence.

-I'm not sure how I can help you. -The girl…

is very, um…

…sick, Father. Hmm?

She's speaking in different tongues.

Impossible.

-Is she-- -No! Do not speak its name!

Wil!

Here's everything that was confiscated by the state of Yucatán.

-Wow! The whole of Yucatán? -The entire state of Yucatán.

Oh!

-Watch out! -Shh!

He's gone.

-What was it? This one? -It's "624A-32."

-624A-- -It's philatelic!

-What's that? -They have charges against me.

-Hurry up! -Wait. Wait one second.

-Hurry up, man. Let's go! -Let me see!

-624A-32. -Here it is!

Here it is!

Hold on. Where's he going?

The girl's family is very rich.

Very rich.

They'll do anything to save her, mm-hmm?

We must perform the ritual in the catacombs.

But the catacombs are actually that way.

This temple was built on sacred ground, and not many remain standing.

Consider this a donation for the poor.

Rome requests your discretion.

-What was it, 620… what? -I forgot. "624A-32."

Ah, here it is, man!

Aha-ha!

Let's see.

Hmm.

-Aha, aha! -Ah!

What century is it from?

Uh, 18th, 19th…

-This one's coming with me! -Let's go.

-And this one. -Oh! Look at this!

Leave it, leave it.

Ah!

Kinich Ahau! God of the Sun, patron of music and poetry.

Freeze!

Don't move! Call the police.

Who are you?

Just Maintenance.

Alonso died in Nueva Galicia in 1542.

But the problem is he doesn't actually have a tomb.

Just our luck.

There's supposed to be a grave for Ávila de Alvarado Bastida

or something like that.

Quite impressive, hey?

By the looks of it, you're really on top of things.

-Relax. I didn't come up with this plan. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Namaste! Namaste! -I hate priests!

-Rather dress as a bishop? -No! I hate bishops!

Enough!

-Calm down. -I hate them! I hate catacombs!

-It's all right. -Hey!

Come 'ere.

"Alonso de Ávila."

That was a great plan.

Now what do we do?

María Félix, Homicide.

-What'd they do now, officer? -They took this.

-This will be evidence. -Okay.

-Hi, Miguel. -Officer… Félix.

-What was that? -That's the sound of the devil coming out.

We should check it out. Help them.

No! You want the beast to take your soul?

What can we do?

Pray, Father.

Pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

The Earth stone.

YUCATÁN STATE POLICE

-Why the hell didn't you tell me? -Because you would've hated it.

She's a fucking cop.

-She's right there. -I know!

That fucking cop has the Moon stone. My hands were tied.

I don't like it at all.

Listen. The silver lining of having a cop in the group

is that… we have diplomatic immunity!

Hey, no immunity! We find the treasure, and this partnership is over.

A partnership? You made her a partner, dumbass? The team won't like this.

Well, you'll need to help me soften the blow.

Is that so?

We have to hurry before the other cops arrive.

There you go!

-There you go, what? -Now you're a bandit!

Oh, bandit? You don't learn this profession in a day. Okay?

You only took the stone, right, guys?

-How dare you question our honesty? -Don't touch me.

-You're riding with her, dumbass. -What?

-You're riding with her! -Can I ride shotgun?

Idiot.

María Félix. They don't look nothing alike!

-Well… -Well, nice meeting you.

Wait, but isn't the girl--

No, don't worry. A little incense, and she'll be good.

Rest up, sir. Thanks for everything.

-Beautiful church. I love it. -Move it.

Sorry for the mess down there. No time to clean up.

Martini.

Mojito.

And for the soldier, sparkling water.

And for me, mango.

Cheers!

Hello, hello, family!

So I'd like to introduce you to a new team member.

Surprise.

-Oh my God. Don't. -Miguel, what the hell?

This chick's a cop. She just locked us up.

Damn it, Miguel. Joining us is easier than becoming an influencer.

You're a dumbass. Move it!

-You're unbelievable, bro. Honestly. -Let's try and see the silver lining.

It's like having diplomatic immunity.

-What? -Look, here's the deal.

Either I… join you or you all go to jail. You guys decide.

Ta-da!

How sweet of you. I'm sure you had many friends as a child.

No, actually.

-Ladies, stop, no fighting. -Actually, no.

Please, the important thing now is the stones.

Ah!

The Earth.

They're not all stones.

Look.

The Sun, the Earth, the Moon.

Together, they form an eclipse.

A jigsaw puzzle?

No, it's more like a cog. Look.

-Those little holes, right? -Why don't you…

-Okay, I see it. -Ha-ha!

Hmm!

Not my phone. I swear, it's not my phone.

Hello?

Mr. Lucas, Mrs. Marisa's coming up right now.

Who's Mrs. Marisa?

Mom, hi!

My love!

Nice to meet you.

Um…

Very stylish.

I like it.

See you.

-Marisa! -Oh, Miguel!

Hello! Beautiful home, ma'am. Good day!

-Lucas. -Mom, I swear, I can--

Oh, what a thrill! I thought you didn't have any friends!

Except that Miguel.

So, tell me, is one of them your girlfriend

or your boyfriend? You know it doesn't matter to us.

Although, the mustache guy is a little old for you.

-Mom, they're waiting for me. I gotta go. -Not until you tell me everything.

Tell me something,

is my boy still a virgin?

Mom, don't!

So how is this thing going to work?

I mean, now that we're a group, right?

Both of us… you and I. We're at peace. We're chill.

We're vibrating high, up here. Vibrating peace, shining light.

-Namaste or what? -Oh, that's absurd.

When all this ends, everyone goes back to their lives.

I guess you'll go back to stealing, hmm? While I hunt you down.

-Okay. -Okay.

We have to let them know that we have the stones, right?

Are you actually handing them over, Uncle?

We have no choice. They have Juan.

Miguel has a plan.

There's always a plan.

We'll make replicas.

-But… not some cheap forgery, no. -"We"? Yeah, right.

A professional job. Legit.

When you say "we," you're actually talking about "me," dumbass?

-That takes a long time. -Calm down.

The bad guys don't know we have the stones.

So we have plenty of time.

What's up, Miguel? The gentleman over there told me to give this to you.

Thanks, Lucy.

"The three stones tonight at ten o'clock at Plaza Mérida."

Well, they know we have the stones. Now we really don't have time.

So, what now?

We should check the place of the exchange. To be prepared.

That's a good idea.

-You two will go together. -Ugh!

You don't like her. You don't like him. You can keep an eye on each other.

Wilson, I need you to get to work on the stones.

I'm doing it by myself?

For the time being. I have a few things to do first.

Take the kids. You're gonna buy whatever he needs.

-Don't forget to bring the 3D printer. -No, I don't use that shit.

-Rule number six! -Shut up already!

-You talk too much! -What do I do, hmm?

-You're coming with me. -What a surprise.

Hmm.

Very good.

Professor?

Ariel!

-Oh! You came to visit me, finally. -Of course.

They treating you well? I had them bring all your things. I hope--

Oh no, look, look. They even brought me my favorite cologne.

How's the semester going?

Where did we leave things? What did we discuss last time?

-Th-- The conquerors. -Ah!

Uh… Francisco de Montejo and the treasure of the Serpent King.

-Yes! It's my favorite subject! -Do you… know where that treasure is?

You said they were fantasies. Do you still think they're fantasies?

Not anymore. You finally convinced--

1932!

The explorer, Sylvanus Morley, finds the pyramid of Calakmul.

Totally empty.

Juan, uh… I know that.

What I don't know is where the damn treasure is!

-Hey! -Excuse me, sir.

Don't tell anyone. Oh, lately,

I've-- I've been forgetting.

I forget… some… things, I-- I-- forget…

Poof!

They just vanish.

I should go to the doctor, right?

Professor, professor.

Please.

Please try to remember.

-Yes. -Yes.

I don't know.

Maybe If I had my journal, but I don't remember where I put it.

I'll bring it.

Do you want me to get him to talk my way?

Don't you lay a finger on him!

WORK MIX

♪ If you're blue And you don't know where to go to ♪

♪ Why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the Ritz… ♪

-Ta-da! -What is this?

Here.

♪ Dressed up like A million-dollar trouper… ♪

I've tried running it twice, but it's not working.

What?

No, that can't be.

Let's see. Gi-- Give me a minute.

Okay.

♪ …walk with sticks or umbrellas In their mitts, puttin' on the Ritz ♪

I stole it for you.

You blocked my card! Why?

Your dad and I thought it was the best for you.

We've spoiled you too much. Consider it a birthday gift.

-Mom, please! I need that damn card! -Don't be rude.

Bring your girlfriend to dinner!

You like it?

Love it.

Run, Lucas! Run!

-What? -Run, run, run.

You stole it?

He hung up.

♪ Puttin' on the Ritz ♪

And how did you end up as a cop in the province?

We don't have to be friends.

Come this way.

Friends are like melons.

Only one out of a hundred is tasty.

G--

Please get rid of that 3D printer crap. I won't use it.

-But Miguel told me to-- -I don't care. I'm not using it.

♪ …Rockefellers walk with sticks Or umbrellas in their mitts, puttin' on… ♪

Ancient artifact forgery is an art form.

So it has to be taken seriously.

Replicating things the Mayans created

is not easy.

It's laborious,

delicate, complicated, but magical.

♪ Dressed up like A million-dollar trouper ♪

♪ Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper ♪

♪ Super-duper! ♪

♪ If you're blue… ♪

My dad wanted me to become a lawyer.

But you can't fight your true calling.

I always knew I was an artist.

♪ Puttin' on the Ritz ♪

♪ Puttin' on the Ritz ♪

♪ Puttin' on the Ritz ♪

♪ If you're blue And you don't know where to go to ♪

♪ Why don't you go where fashion sits? ♪

Sneaking into my museum wasn't enough?

This is becoming quite the annoying habit. Put your foot down.

I need your help.

What?

I said I need your help.

Take off your boots.

-What's your plan? -Hand over the stones. I have no choice.

I have to rescue my dad.

So the treasure does exist.

And the keys? Can I see them?

No. They're safe and sound.

Well, how can I help you, then?

We don't trust them to fulfill their part of the deal.

I need my dad safely returned.

I understand and agree. Why don't you call the police?

The exchange is going to be in Plaza Santa Ana.

Maybe you could lend us your security personnel?

So they could cover us until we safely retrieve Juan.

Please help my dad. In honor of how much he cares for you.

Okay, I will.

I'll help save your father. On one condition.

Oh, here it comes!

That treasure should be in a museum.

Let me guess. In the Great Museum of the Mayan World.

-Your museum. Like that mask! -Yeah, I know, Miguel.

And in the end, the heroic twins went down to the underworld.

There's one more thing.

Look, I've been searching and searching, and… I can't find anything here about

how to get to the treasure.

You and I know you were a better student than me.

Maybe you'll find something that I'm not seeing.

Lilí, why don't you stay with me until the exchange?

-That way we can study the diary together. -Hmm, I think it's a great idea.

We can put Citlali and Lucas in that corner.

And how are we going to cover that flank?

This is going to get worse. In a few hours, it'll be full of people.

Something just doesn't make sense. It's full of cameras.

And the police are a few feet away.

They tricked us.

The exchange won't be here.

My God!

Hey! What happened to your leg, huh?

-Citlali! -What?

It, uh, was a shark.

-No shit! Really?! -Yes.

Indonesia.

-No way, fuck! -But what really sucked was the infection.

The shark died after three days.

-I love that version! -Fucking hell, Miguel!

-Shit! -No!

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -Damn it!

Shit!

Hey. Go get some rest. This is normal. It's part of his process.

Thank you.

Bye.

Welcome to the best-equipped boat in the harbor.

A top speed of 25 knots, 3,600 horsepower,

and a range of 9,000 miles.

And to top it off,

it also has a disco.

It has everything, I get it.

I thought we were going to study.

Yes. But is it wrong of me to try and seduce you here instead of the museum?

-Good luck. -Champagne?

Yes, please.

As you wish.

Goddamn it!

I can't work like this!

Come on!

Grumpy old man.

-The exchange isn't going to be there. -What?

Pizza Face lied to us.

Okay! Change of plans.

Nothing.

Just messy notes. Nothing about the treasure.

Besides, I can't understand his fucking handwriting.

Is this how you seduce?

Anyway…

why did you come?

It wasn't for Miguel.

Mmm, no.

I… came looking for you.

No. Mm-mm.

You're running from something.

Or someone.

Oops! We're out of champagne.

Do you have mezcal?

Yes.

-Only the best. -Of course.

It's wild agave. It blooms once every 50 years.

I can't wait that long.

Well, you're lucky. There's some downstairs.

-Let me grab it. -No, no. I'll go.

-It's on the bar. -Mmm.

Don't delay.

Sorry about not being able to invite you to lunch.

Forgot they'd taken away my damn money!

You're not used to it, are you?

Please help me steal money from my mother.

-Really? -Yes.

Oh no.

You're hilarious, dude.

What are you doing?

Water helps me think.

-Come on! -Wait for me.

-Come this way. -No, no, no, no! I said no. Ah!

Truce, truce, truce!

-Enough! -Truce.

Truce, dude.

You know, my mom thinks you're my girlfriend.

No way.

Really?

I know who she has to meet!

Camila.

Who?

I see you found the mezcal.

What a shame.

Just when we were getting to know each other.

Well, we could take the AR-15.

We also have the 911. Five, you know, just in case.

This, this is a beauty.

With this, you can peel an apple or rip out a bull's heart.

And the ever-reliable AK-47.

It never fails.

Wow, so you've been living here all alone in this boat?

Yes. I was here.

Very good!

Now you know where to find me. When you… decide to catch me again, like you said.

My… days of being a good police officer are over.

I don't think so. That's never lost.

Well…

let's get going.

I think this will be enough, don't you?

-Yeah, just this? -Yeah.

-No grenades? -No, no. Let's go.

Okay.

Yes, yes, of course.

Great. See you tomorrow.

Don't be late! 'Til tomorrow.

Mom, Dad, I want you to meet my girlfriend…

-Camila. -Hi, guys! Nice to finally meet you!

Lucas keeps talking about you.

How are you?

-More beautiful than in pictures! Unreal. -Thank you.

Mmm! Mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

-Have I told you Camila is an influencer? -Mmm.

-Fashion vlogger, Lucky, please. -Fashion vlogger.

I'll show you, actually.

This is my art, sir, please.

I have tons of photos on my profile of all my outfits.

It's a lifestyle, y'know? A presentation of my personality.

My looks! I do campaigns.

Here, we can see that I took some pictures using the architecture of your hotel.

I have half a million followers already. And people share my photos.

And that's my thing! I do campaigns. Sometimes I get to take trips.

Right, Lucky?

Yes.

So we have to prepare for the next campaign because I'm getting requests.

And-- And can you tell us where you studied?

Well, in the world.

-I'm self-taught. Yes. -Mmm.

-The world is my school, y'know? -Sure.

-Mom, I want to talk about my card. -My love, now's not the time.

Why don't we leave it for when we don't have guests?

Ah, well, I think what Lucky's trying to say, is that

it helped him a lot to have his card canceled.

-At first, he was very angry, but… -But I talked to Camila,

and I wanna say… thank you.

Thank you, Mom and Dad.

-He's free. -I'm free.

-He's a new person. -I'm a new person now.

-Part of his personal evolution. -Personal evolution.

Mm-hmm.

Um… In fact, I'll no longer ask you for more money.

I wanna earn things on my own merits.

Cheers to that, please.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

♪ The best things in life are free ♪

-♪ But you can give them to the birds… ♪ -Psst!

-♪ I want money ♪ -Easy money.

♪ That's what I want ♪

-♪ That's what I want ♪ -♪ That's what I want ♪

PLEASE ENTER YOUR PIN

Transaction finalized. Please come back soon.

My parents are gonna be so pissed!

I've never seen so much money in my life.

I have to let Miguel know that thanks to you, we have financing again.

Financing, huh?

What a bandit.

I'm sorry.

No, no, don't be sorry.

-Don't… worry about it, Lucas. -No.

No, it's totally fine.

-Sorry! -Don't worry at all.

Your coat!

It's good, right?

You're amazing!

It's your Sistine Chapel, right, Uncle?

Just in time, right.

Hunab Ku's on our side.

Hmm.

See you at the shipyard in the harbor.

In one hour.

-Wow, this dude is so anticlimactic. -Yeah, true.

-I'll let the gang know. -Let's go.

Well done!

What's up, shorty?

Look, here comes that asshole Ariel.

I can't stand that smug smile he has.

Reminds me of a hyena.

I gathered as many men as I could.

Any news about your dad?

Nothing.

Where's Lilí?

Lilí left, Miguel.

Juan.

Juan.

-Juan. -Hey! Hey.

You're going to hurt yourself, miss.

Hello.

Wait, I know you.

You're Liliana.

My son's girlfriend.

Well, I was, yes.

Oh! So you're single, huh?

-Kind of! -Hmm!

Um… this is yours.

My diary!

Oh!

The keys, please.

First, bring my dad.

Don't you get it?

Give me the damn keys.

Or you die, your dad dies,

and all of your dear friends die!

We didn't find the big guy.

We ran out of money and had to fire him.

He must be around here. Stay alert.

Now… the keys, please.

It's okay.

Can I see them?

-Hey, hey, what the hell-- -Wait, wait, wait.

Calm down. Easy.

Very nice, Wilson. But they're not the originals.

-Where are they? -We trusted you.

Look, either you give me the originals

or I shoot the boy.

No, no, no! Wait, wait.

H-- Here you go.

These are the real ones.

There always was a smarter twin.

Let's go.

You guys!

You should've washed your hands.

You thought I wouldn't recognize my dad's lotion, dumbass!

In the end, the heroic twins went down to the underworld.

Lucas.

That's what happens when you have dope friends.

-You should've considered my raise, boss. -And a frequency jammer.

-Drop the guns, guys. -Easy, easy, easy.

Come on.

There was always a smarter twin.

Domitilo, they're all yours.

Yes, sir.

Thank you!

-You're leaving? What a shame! -You're coming with me.

Oh--

Let's go.

How did you find us?

Oh, because you had a locator on your necklace all this time.

That fuckin' bastard!

You knew he had your father, and you left me with him?

-Fuck this necklace. -Lilí, but Li-- Lilí.Dad!

-Hey, Dad. -Hey, wh-- what are you--

Son, people are watching us. Men don't--

I don't give a shit!

-Argh! -Thank you.

What now?

Well, now… we find the treasure before they do.

Yes, but dont forget they have the stones.

Let's see.

They only have two original stones.

A replica had to be created. One that was just perfect, right?

By giving them two originals and a fake, they wouldn't realize

they were missing an original.

Hmm!

Even if they find the treasure, they won't be able to open it.

No, but neither will we.

No.

-Excuse me, Dad. -Course I do.

-Please pay attention. -Hmm?

-As I said-- -I need you to make an effort, okay?

Where was the treasure hidden by those damn Spaniards?

-Why would they hide it? -Well…

-So, um, where was I? -Seriously?

I think I know where it is.

When Sylvanus Morley found the tomb, was it empty?

Of course.

It's the-- the greatest treasure that no one ever saw.

Why would they move it?

-The treasure is in the pyramid. -The treasure is in the pyramid!

-Are you okay? -Yep.

-You sure? -Yes, I'm great.

Ta-da!

No way!

I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

Luckily, we're traveling light.

Shut up, it's bad enough that I'm leaving Clinton alone.

Besides, there's a 50% probability of rain, so I'm not taking any chances.

Hmm! Not bad.

We have to thank Lucas for once again financing us.

Thanks, Lucas.

No, no. That's not it.

It's that one.

-I love it! -I love it!

Ow! Yeah!

Fasten your seat belts!

The treasure awaits us!

-What's with the eye? -Uh… Uh, nothing. I'll tell you later.

-All right, then. -Thank you!

Why did you have to give them the keys?

I needed to buy time. I couldn't risk them taking my dad again.

Lucas?

-Go on. -Oh, thank you.

-This is my first time flying! -Well, cheers!

So, what are we going to do with a single key, Miguel, hmm?

I have a gut feeling.

No, I didn't get into this madness over a gut feeling.

Just pretend.

To the treasure!

-Cheers! -To the bandits!