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[typewriter clacking]
[bell tolling]
BANK UNDER SIEGE
[energetic flamenco guitar music playing]
ALMERÍA, 1970 11 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
[Jose] How old was I back then?
Nine? Around that.
I was an altar boy at San Isidro Church. Okay?
And I was in charge of passing around the collection box.
Well, one day, I decided to keep one coin, dude, to buy an ice cream.
Just for that.
But it turns out that every time you drop a coin, it makes a sound.
It sounds like... "Clink, clink."
"Clink, clink."
Can you believe that the son of a bitch of a priest,
counted each clink?
So when I gave him back the box...
[energetic music intensifies]
...the guy notices that there's a coin missing.
[scoffs] He slapped me in the face.
So, that son of a bitch, who had a Mercedes,
he fuckin' slapped me in the face for a damn coin.
So that very same night,
I went back to the church, I snuck into the sacristy,
and I stole all the money.
So, fuck that dude.
That was my first robbery. At nine years old.
[gun cocks]
Let's go. Ah.
JEWELER AND WATCH SHOP
Okay. Look at me. Perfect. Ready?
- [José María] I'm ready. - [Jose] Let's go, then.
[energetic flamenco music continues]
- [shop bell rings] - [Jose] Put your hands up!
[flamenco music fades]
Well, so? What are we gonna do with all that money?
What do you wanna do?
I don't know. Invest in something.
Yes.
In living the good life.
Sure. And when we're out of money?
We pull off another robbery.
And we do it all over again.
Well, unless you wanna go back to construction with your father.
No, no. No way.
[softly] Exactly.
[gentle flamenco guitar playing]
[Jose sighs]
[lively music picks up]
- [officer 1] Police! Don't move! - [officer 2] Freeze! Don't move.
- Don't move! - [officer 1] I'll shoot!
[officer 3] Don't move!
[siren wailing]
[gun firing]
[officer 4] Put your hands up!
[handcuffs tighten]
- What have you done with the jewels? - I know nothing about any jewels.
Don't fuck with me. Where the hell did you hide the jewels?
I swear I don't know anything about any jewels.
Beat him.
[Jose groaning]
[flamenco music continues]
[choking]
- [flamenco music fades] - [somber music playing]
[helicopter blades whirring overhead]
30 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE
[camera shutter clicks]
He's either nuts or too big for his boots.
[Pajuelo] What the hell is he doing?
[GEO agent on radio] General, we're all in position.
[onlookers murmuring]
Shh. Don't worry, man.
[lighter clicks]
[man] You're here because you're scum!
OJE CAMP 10 YEARS BEFORE SIEGE
Rebels! Slugs!
Criminals!
You are trash!
Here, you'll learn about discipline,
love of labor, and devotion to the homeland!
Here, you will learn to behave as God commands!
- Spain! - [group] One!
- [man] Spain! - [group] Great!
- [man] Spain! - [group] Free!
[intense music playing]
[group panting]
[officer] Up ahead!
[young man groans]
[sounds distort and echo]
[man] Congratulations.
You've been chosen to be part of the Yellow Centuries, gentlemen.
The captain will give you more details.
You've been recruited to carry out clandestine operations
for the Secret Service
under the command of Admiral Carrero Blanco.
Your mission will be to carry out robberies, kidnappings,
and blackmail.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Jose] Come on.
[Manglano] These will be undercover missions targeting individuals
who oppose the current status quo.
[Jose] Tell his wife that if she wants to see him again,
she'll have to pay 50 million pesetas.
Come on, let's go!
Come on, come on!
Quick!
[panting]
[engine revving]
[all laughing]
We'll blackmail these targets to obtain money
to finance the secret activities of our intelligence services.
[Jose] It's all here.
And always, at the service of Admiral Carrero Blanco.
[helicopter blades whirring overhead]
[camera shutter clicks]
Okay, Mr. Rollán. Let's go back, nice and easy.
Come on, let him go!
Drop the gun and put your hands up!
There, have a smoke. You seem a little tense.
[camera shutter clicks]
[gate squeaks closed]
Get your men prepared for action.
[GEO agent] Hold your positions on the rooftop. Be ready to go in.
[panting]
Whoa!
[shudders]
God!
- [sighs] - What the hell were you doing?
We're showing that we're not afraid of those assholes!
You have some nerve, dude. Your arrogance will fuck us over.
You know they'll make it into the bank.
- No. They'll negotiate. You'll see. - I have a plan.
[scoffs] And since when do you make the plans?
- Since yours are a complete fucking mess. - Come on. The plan is good.
And what's the plan?
We'll escape by mixing in with them.
We'll change jackets. Nobody's seen our faces.
That will give some of us a chance to escape.
[sighs]
- Do the others agree with you? - Yeah.
Let's do it. Let them know.
[footsteps fade]
[José María] We go ahead with the plan.
There's another option.
I can try talking to the captain to get us out of this shit.
- The captain got us into this shit. - Exactly.
No. No way. If they take us out, he benefits the most.
Yeah.
[mournful music playing]
[sirens wailing]
[reporter on TV] Today is a tragic day for our nation.
You are seeing the horrific scene left
by the brutal assassination of our honorable president,
Admiral Luis Carrero Blanco.
OJE CAMP 8 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
[reporter] The attack, claimed by the terrorist group ETA,
took place at around 9:30 am.
The bomb, planted by this group of barbaric criminals
claimed the life of our president this morning in Madrid.
[sergeant] I spoke with the captain. Things are changing.
- Our unit is going to disappear. - And what are we supposed to do?
I don't know. You'll have to get a job.
So... it seems we'll have to get a job.
["Mr. Money" by Barrabas playing]
♪ Hey, Mr. Money ♪
♪ Hey, Mr. Money ♪
♪ Hey, Mr. Money ♪
- ♪ Hey, Mr. Money ♪ - [Jose] Come on, Jorge. Go. Come on.
[tires squeal]
[in Spanish] Bastard!
[woman] Why did you do that?
[man] That water is poisoned. Check the wagon.
I'll kill him!
I'll kill him. He's a murderer!
[officer 1, in English] There! Don't move!
- [officer 2] Freeze! - [officer 3] Don't move!
- [officer 1] Hey, you! - [officer 4] Get him! Shit!
- [officer 5] Hey, stop! - [officer 3] Stop now!
- Stop! - [officer 4] Get him!
Stop now, dammit! On the ground!
Where you going?
[handcuffs click]
You're not so brave now. Right, kid?
[Jose grunts]
[Jose moaning]
[handcuffs click]
[officer 2] Fucking piece of shit!
[cell door closes]
[somber music playing]
[Jose sighs]
[grunts]
ANARCHISM ACCORDING TO BAKUNIN
[Jose exhales deeply]
[tense music playing]
32 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE
That's her.
[indistinct shouting]
[siren wails]
[grunts] Let go of me, you asshole!
Let go of me! I haven't done anything!
[Paco] What's your name?
- It's none of your business. - What's your name, huh?
- Carmen. - Let's see what we have here.
Look.
Was it you who called?
The statement from the robbers inside the bank, was that you?
I don't know anything.
Oh, really? What is this, then?
A friend told me to take this bag and throw it away.
[sighs]
[chuckles scornfully]
[energetic music playing]
[Carmen sighs]
[inspector] Captain!
[energetic music fades]
Anarchists?
That seems right.
[tense music playing]
[man coughs]
Fuck me!
- What the fuck are you doing here? - Listen to me.
- Special Ops are almost here. - Jorge, calm down.
You want me to calm down?
- [Jose] Listen to me. - They're about to shoot their way in.
Listen to me!
Listen. We've got a plan, okay?
We'll get out by blending in with the hostages.
It's our only chance.
It's either that or surrender.
[Jorge, under breath] Shit. We're fucked.
[breathing shakily]
I can't take it anymore, Jose.
Do whatever you want, but make this end as soon as you can.
[exhales shakily]
[somber music playing]
Jorge!
[sighs]
I need to ask you a favor.
If this doesn't end up well...
I mean, if... if I don't get out alive.
I want you to talk to Cristina.
And tell her that I was thinking of her until the very end.
And that she's been the only woman I've ever truly loved.
Hmm? Will you?
Well, don't do any of your dumb shit, Jose,
and you'll be able to tell her yourself.
Yeah...
Better be sure, okay?
[sighs]
[whispers inaudibly]
PERPIGNAN, FRANCE 7 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
[birds singing]
SPANISH BOOKSHOP
[shop bell rings]
[woman speaks French]
- I'm sorry? - You're Spanish?
Yeah.
A friend told me that if I were in Perpignan,
I had to come to this bookshop.
And what's your name?
José Juan Martínez Gómez.
Nice to meet you.
- Likewise. Anarchist? - Anarchist and bank robber, yeah.
[chuckles]
[gentle music playing]
We also rob some banks here.
Come with me.
[Cristina] The Social-Political Brigade was after my father
because he participated in several strikes.
So, from one day to the next,
we had to pack our bags and basically run away.
I was a kid, but
I remember exactly how scared we were when we crossed the border.
And well, since then... we live here,
and we do what we can to help the refugees and put an end to the dictator.
What about you?
I mean, I'm not gonna lie.
- Politics have never interested me. - [both laugh]
My thing has always been robbing banks and living it up.
You know? Having fun with my friends, right?
Actually, I didn't know about anarchism.
Until Popi, my cellmate, started telling me about the ideals.
About freedom, equality, and solidarity.
He also told me about... Bakunin and Durruti.
And, girl, I fell in love.
I fell madly in love.
So I'm here, you know?
In Perpignan, ready to do whatever it takes for the cause.
Well... and for you.
Some nerve you've got.
[tender music swells]
- You don't even know. - [laughs]
[church bell tolling]
[gunfire]
[crowd clamoring]
[alarm bells ringing]
[Jose] Go!
[tires squeal]
[music subsides]
35 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE
[Maider] Captain.
What are you doing here?
[Maider] Have you found out who they are yet?
Oh shit. You're my worst nightmare, huh?
You confirmed your theory about them being common thieves?
We know the identity of Number 1.
And he's bad news. The worst kind.
But I can't tell you anything else until we arrest him.
We made a deal.
I don't remember any deal. Hmm?
Give me something. Come on, please.
[chuckles softly]
He didn't tell me his name, but he told me that he is a professional bank robber.
And that around the mid '70s, he was up to no good in Perpignan,
with a group of anarchists in exile.
Okay.
Look for the issues from late '74.
Okay.
Before Franco died, there were a lot of robberies
and attacks in southern France.
[intense music playing]
REGIONAL PLAN RECTIFIED
SPAIN WINS ON ALL FIELDS
[Maider] Nothing.
NEW WAVE OF ROBBERIES IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1974
Wednesday, the 17th of November, 1974.
Seventy-four... 17th of November.
A bank is robbed in the French city of Perpignan in broad daylight.
Look in '75. Let's see what we find.
[tense music peaks, fades]
EXPLOSION AT SPANISH CONSULATE IN PERPIGNAN
SPANISH CONSULATE, PERPIGNAN 7 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
[quietly] Okay.
- One. Two. - [beeps]
[Jose] Whoa! [gasps]
- Come on, come on! Go, go, go, go! - [engine revs]
[in Spanish] Fellow Spaniards,
Franco is dead.
An exceptional man...
[in English] Franco's dead.
...who before God and history...
No fucking way!
- He's dead! - Oh my God!
- He's dead! [squeals] - Fuck yes!
[eagle cries]
FRANCE-SPAIN BORDER ON THE PYRENEES 5 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
[tense music playing]
There's something there.
- [Cristina] What is that? - No fucking way. A checkpoint.
[whistle blows]
[whistle blows]
Your papers, please.
[gun cocks]
[Cristina] Jose, don't.
- [officer 1] Keep going. - [whistle blows]
[whistle blows]
[officer 1] Papers please.
- Um, yes. - Yes. Here.
[tense music building]
[Cristina exhales]
Get out of the vehicle, and put your hands up!
[officer 2] Come on. Get out of the car, now!
[officer 3] Put your hands up.
- Okay. - [Jose] Let's go.
[tense music subsides]
[Isabel] Fourth of November, 1976.
In a turn of events, an anarchist couple from Spain,
José Juan Martínez Gómez, 20...
José Juan Martínez Gómez.
The two defendants appeared in court on the 3rd of November.
They were both sentenced to two years.
CARABANCHEL PRISON 4 YEARS BEFORE SIEGE
[indistinct, distant cheering]
[horns honking]
[chuckles]
[in Spanish] Congressmen, the amnesty law is hereby approved.
OCTOBER 15, 1977
Moments ago, as you have seen, the session was adjourned.
Mere seconds ago, the proposed amnesty law was approved.
[in English] Anarchists were political prisoners.
I'm sure he was released under the Amnesty of '77.
CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
[gentle music playing]
He must have robbed other banks.
Yeah. I doubt it took him long to get back at it.
BARCELONA 3 YEARS BEFORE THE SIEGE
Where are you going?
I'm goin' for a walk.
With your pistol?
Jose, we're going to be parents.
It's been contracted, Cristina. I can't back out.
You can back out. You just have to say you're not going.
I gave them my word.
Your word is more important than this family?
[inhales sharply]
I hear you. I really do.
But I don't know how to do anything else, Cristina.
I've never worked in my life.
I've always had the same job. All I know is robbing banks.
And we have to support a family.
How are we gonna do it otherwise?
- Okay? - 'Kay.
[doorbell buzzes]
- [sighs] - Be careful.
- I love you. - Love you too.
- You're a beauty. - [Jose chuckles]
Okay, come on! Let's go!
- [Cristina] Be careful, okay? - You bet.
[sighs]
HISPANO-AMERICAN BANK OFFICES
Come on.
[man] We'll check the schedule for next week. Please don't forget.
We'll look at the paperwork now...
- Don't worry, okay? - Stop right there!
Number 2, watch the door. Number 3, with the ladies.
- And you, open the safe. - [Number 6] Come on! Now!
- Come on, dammit! - [man] Okay. Yes.
Number 4, with me!
[women sobbing]
- ["Fresa Salvaje" by Camily Sesto playing] - [laughing]
- Then, the guy thought I only had one arm. - [group laughs]
- [man] It was just like that. - Now, tell us.
Tell us about you making a horse show.
- [catchy '70s pop continues] - [indistinct chatter]
[Jose] Take this!
WAVE OF ROBBERIES BY SPANISH GROUP HAVE SOUTH OF FRANCE ON ALERT
ROBBERY AT THE HISPANO-AMERICAN BANK
ROBBERY AT ALMERÍA JEWELER'S
ROBBERS REMAIN AT LARGE
ROBBERS ADDRESSED EACH OTHER USING NUMBERS
- [seductive '70s pop fades] - It's them. It has to be. I'm sure.
The police arrest and question JJMG as the presumed brain of the heist,
although he's been released due to lack of evidence.
José Juan Martínez Gómez.
JJMG.
[intense music playing]
[José María] Okay, you.
- Me? - [José María] Stand up.
Come with me. Let's go upstairs.
Come on.
Come on, quickly.
[hostages clamoring]
Get on the ground! I said get on the ground, asshole!
[gunfire rings out in distance]
What the hell is happening now?
Commander.
General. I request permission to intervene.
- It's granted. - Green light. Everyone inside.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Maider] It's him.
- We need to cross-check that. - I'm gonna call Paco.
Isabel. Berni called.
Special Ops are gonna enter the bank very soon.
[Isabel gasps]
Let's go.
[intense music continues]
- [GEO 1] Put the weapon down! - You first, motherfucker!
[camera shutter clicks]
Here.
Quick.
On the ground! Everyone, on the ground!
[gunshots echo]
[reporter on radio] At this time, we can hear gunfire
coming from inside the bank.
Special Ops are conducting a coordinated operation,
to access the building through its roof.
They're doing everything they can to get in.
CENTRAL BANK
[tense music playing]
- Put the weapon down! - Fuck you, asshole!
I swear to God, you son of a bitch! I'll put a bullet between your eyes!
Come on!
- [José María] Come on! Walk, walk! - [hostage] Okay, okay, okay.
- Wait! - Stand back! Come on!
Stand back, or I'll blow his fucking head off!
Come on!
- [camera shutter clicks] - [sirens wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
Please move back. Move back.
[man] What's happening?
[GEO 1] Put the weapon down! Fucking drop it, now!
[GEO 2] Drop your weapon, or we will open fire!
Cristóbal! Cristóbal! Get out, come on!
[Cristóbal] No fucking way! I'm staying with you!
Drop it! Drop the gun!
Cristóbal, get out of here!
[Cristóbal] José María, I won't leave you alone!
Cristóbal, I said go back in...
[gunshot echoes above]
[GEO 1] On the ground! And drop the weapon! Come on!
[suspenseful music playing]
[echoing] Come on! Go, go, go!
Jorge!
[intense music playing]
[Jose] Jorge, come on! Come on!
[hostages clamoring]
[GEO 1] On the ground! Go!
[GEO 2] Move, move, move! Go!
[GEO 3] On the ground! Come on!
[GEO 4] Come on, on the ground! On the ground!
[grunts]
- [handcuffs click] - [mournful music playing]
[hostages screaming]
Enough! Enough! Drop it! Come on!
I want one group that way, another group through that door! Come on!
Let's go! Go! Get out of the way! Come on!
[man] Come on! Move!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[mournful music building]
[gun cocks]
[hostages clamoring]
[man] We gotta get out of here.
Come on, dammit! Open it!
Come on!
Open it!
Let's go!
On the ground! On the ground!
On the ground!
[officer 1] On the ground! Hands up! On the ground, right now!
[officer 2] Hands up! Hey, hey, hey!
- [officer 3] On the ground! Come on! - [camera shutter clicks]
[crowd clamoring]
[officer 4] Get down! Now! Get down!
Lay down!
- [officer 5] On the ground! - [officer 6] On the ground!
[officer 7] On the ground!
On the ground! On the ground!
[hostages clamoring]
[suspenseful music playing]
[clamoring continues]
[indistinct shouting]
[Paco] On the ground! On the ground!
Don't let anyone escape!
- [officer 8] On the ground! - [officer 9] On the ground!
[indistinct radio chatter]
CENTRAL BANK
[officer 10] Hands up! On the ground, now!
Come on! On the ground!
[Paco, quietly] Where is he?
[clamoring echoing]
[muttering] Motherfuckers.
[intense music rising]
[music cuts out]
[tense energetic synth music playing]
[music fades]
BASED ON REAL EVENTS.
Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy
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