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SOME CHARACTERS, FACTS, EVENTS,
PLACES, DIALOG AND NAMES ARE FICTIONALIZED FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT
"ROBBING A BANK IS A CRIME,
BUT FOUNDING ONE IS WORSE." BERTOLT BRECHT
Good luck.
Hello, my name is Lucio Urtubia.
Shit!
-What's wrong? -Someone tipped them off.
-What? -The police are outside.
-Do you have the cash? -Yes.
Shit!
Have you seen him?
It's Inspector Costello.
Where are you?
-There! -He's seen us.
-Son of a bitch! -He won't get away again.
Stop!
Now what? What do we do?
NETFLIX PRESENTS
You! Stop!
I think you're mistaken.
20 YEARS EARLIER
You thief!
You son of a bitch!
Lucio!
Dad.
I can't take it anymore.
You have no idea how much it hurts.
Lucio,
you understand what I'm asking you to do, don't you?
You're the only one in this house
who has the balls to do what needs to be done.
God!
SAVINGS BANK
Hey there, Urtubia. How's your dad? How's he holding up?
He's dying.
Dear Lord.
That's life. It has to end at some point.
-I'll pray for him. -We don't need prayers, sir.
We need money to buy morphine.
So he doesn't suffer.
I'd love to help you, but as I told your mother,
we can't grant a loan without collateral.
You have lots of money. You could give me 5,000 pesetas.
This is a bank, son, not a charity.
I'm working the harvest this summer. I swear I'll pay you back.
My father is suffering terribly.
Please help him.
I'm sorry, Urtubia, but we can't take the word of a child.
Especially if he's a Republican's son.
Go home, kid.
Take me with you, Satur.
Lucio, you can't go anywhere before doing your military service.
I want to get out of here.
-I'll go with you to Paris. -It's no vacation.
I'm going to a house, as a maid.
I can work too.
We'll always be poor here, and we'll never be free.
Look, do your military service. When you're discharged,
come see me. Agreed?
10 YEARS LATER
-Saturnina! -Lucio?
Look at you!
We snuck stuff out of the storehouse in buckets.
Blankets, boots, tools…
Soldiers have a lot!
Then we covered it in scraps of food and smuggled it out with the garbage.
-You and your schemes. -Sometimes I have ideas!
Ideas for getting in trouble.
Keep it up, and there'll be nothing left for the army.
Screw them! Anyway, someone tipped them off.
The military police got my friends, but I managed to get away.
You should go back.
No way! I'm a deserter. If I go back, they'll lock me up or shoot me.
And make things right.
I'm not going back to the army. I'm sick of soldiers,
of getting orders and singing Cara al Sol all the time.
Darling, it's me.
Hello.
Patrick, this is my brother, Lucio. Lucio, this is my partner, Patrick.
Pleased to meet you.
He works at the Mint.
Can you get me a job?
Well, only qualified specialists can work in the factory.
But my friend is a foreman.
Can we trust him?
-What'd he ask? -If you're trustworthy.
Of course, brother-in-law!
He is my brother.
Well, I'll talk to my friend.
Hey, kid. Take it easy.
The day's very long, and you're showing us up.
If I slow down I'll get tired.
Then don't load so many bricks, got it?
Are you deaf? Did you hear me?
No, I'm not deaf. You?
Look, kid. There are some rules here.
We, the seniors, set them.
And Germinal's been here the longest.
Do what you want, and so will I.
Republicans, socialists, progressives,
Stalinists, Trotskyists, anarcho-syndicalists…
How the hell could we have won the war? We couldn't even agree among ourselves.
I still remember the fight with the Communist Party guys
over who would keep those goods.
-The ammo we stole in Mieres! -I remember.
I was a member of the Catalan Progressives,
then the Independent Syndicalist Party, then the Republican Left of Catalonia.
And you, Navarro?
-What are you? -Me?
I don't know.
You must be something.
Well, a communist, I guess.
"A communist," he says. But you hate being bossed around.
You're an anarchist.
An anarchist?
What's that?
CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY OF THE CLICHY ANARCHIST ASSOCIATION
-Get to work! -I'll be right there.
Here, comrade.
Let's go this way.
Look, Lucio. This is Bakunin.
Along with Proudhon and Kropotkin, he laid out the basic ideas of anarchism.
No religion, no state.
Freedom, work and collectivism.
There are big names in France too.
Like Louise Michel, a key revolutionary in the Paris Commune.
She said, "Power is evil and tyrannical. That's why I'm an anarchist."
Saturday the 30th! Constituent assembly of the Clichy Anarchist Association!
Sébastien Faure said the goal was a society
of free and equal men.
Without government or money.
Money is one of humanity's greatest evils.
It poisons everything.
-Saturday! -Sir, what is this?
-Good morning. -Is this yours?
Buenaventura Durruti robbed banks.
Because banks exploit workers and create inequality.
He said direct action was the way to end injustice and start a revolution.
There aren't men like him anymore.
Well, except my friend Quico Sabaté.
He stole 50,000 pesetas from a bank in Barcelona.
-Nothing. -It's nothing?
If you reject authority and fight it, then you're an anarchist.
-Give me the paper. -It's nothing.
You were right. I am an anarchist.
Even more than all these guys put together.
Why are you beating them?!
Are you okay?
I'm fine. I have a thick skull.
Watch out!
Don't worry. I've been driving since I was a kid.
What were the police saying?
Lucio, if you want to stay in Paris, you'd better learn French.
LANGUAGE SCHOOL MODERN LANGUAGES
How are you, Lucio?
How was your French class?
What?
Nothing.
I need you to do me a favor.
Of course, whatever you need. What is it?
Fix him a meal. He's starving.
It's upstairs, in the attic.
Here.
Take the suitcase.
You, first.
-Do you live here alone? -Of course.
Never trust strangers, kid.
I need somewhere to hide these weapons.
Holy shit!
And you are…?
I'm Quico. Quico Sabaté.
-Quico?! -You?
Lucio Urtubia.
Do you have anything to eat? Bread, sausage, cheese? Anything will do.
Of course.
I have cured sausage from my village.
Great, kid.
Smells good!
With the few things you had, this is the best I could do.
You aren't one of those who think women should cook, are you?
Me…? I don't know.
If you spend your life on the move, you should learn.
You really stole 50,000 from a bank in Barcelona?
Don't believe everything you read in the papers.
There was only 30,000.
Those banker fucks always say it's double.
-Then they get more from the insurance. -Something similar happened to me.
-Really? -I stole two pesetas from church.
-But the priest said it was five. -Those bastards.
Priests and bankers, they're all the same shit.
They rob you, even when you're robbing them!
Those sons of bitches!
Well then,
you're a man of action too. Right, kid?
Let's see if it's true.
Hey, you don't have to if you don't want to.
Of course I want to. I'm just a bit nervous.
No surprise there. Everyone gets nervous the first time.
But don't let the fear paralyze you, okay?
It's not my first time.
What do you mean, "It's… not"?
A while back, I tried to rob the savings bank in my village.
How come?
My father needed the money.
What happened?
It didn't go well.
I see.
Look, kid.
We're going into that bank,
but we're not going to rob it.
We're going to expropriate it.
And we'll do it in your father's honor.
What do you think?
Let's go.
Take this.
-How do you say, "everyone down"? -Tout le monde au sol.
Or something like that.
Tout le monde au sol!
For fuck's sake.
Everyone down, damn it!
Come on, on the floor!
Hands up!
Hurry up!
Remember they're the thieves, okay?
Go behind the counter.
Come on! Quickly, damn it!
The money!
Come on!
Come on, kid!
The money!
Quickly!
Go, kid!
Are you sure?
Come on, kid. Let's go!
Slow down. Keep calm.
That's it.
What do we do now? Take the subway?
We have money to burn. Get in the cab.
Kid, now we're going to celebrate
with delicious fried squid and onions.
My legs were shaking. My heart was pounding.
-I'm not cut out for robbing banks. -Why not? You did great. Listen.
Next time, don't jump around. Just use the door like a normal person.
What do we do with the money?
Well, I always divide it into three parts.
The first goes to local anarchist movements.
The second, to friends in prison and their families.
And the third…
to those who carried out the operation.
-For us? -Of course.
We'll need to buy food, pay rent,
buy a car…
Because taxi getaways are unprofessional.
Can you drive?
No.
We need a driver then.
Hello.
Sir, you can't park here.
Really? I'm sorry, I didn't know.
I'll only be a minute.
Run!
-Run! Start it up! -Let's go!
Get in, quick!
Go!
Watch out!
Are you okay?
Yes, let's go!
Shit!
-They're gaining on us! -This junker won't go faster!
-What are you doing? -What do you think?
You might hit someone!
Don't worry, kid.
Inspector Costello, there's been a bank robbery in the sixth district.
Witnesses say they had foreign accents.
Here, give it to him.
Share it around the neighborhood, okay?
Now it's in good hands.
Let's go, Asturiano.
Sir, there were two, with Spanish accents. They called it an expropriation.
Spanish anarchists.
Could you identify them?
No.
They had stockings on their faces… But I think I recognized their voices.
Don't worry. I think I know how to find them.
In response to comrade Michel,
we, the exiled Spanish workers,
are responsible for spreading the word among you,
our French comrades.
Revolution is not a utopia.
La révolution n'est pas une utopie.
Revolution is a dream that can still be achieved.
Well said!
We, the French, want jobs and security, not revolutions and class warfare.
Class warfare is more pertinent than ever.
The rich are getting richer. And the poor are getting poorer.
What's she saying?
People's mentality can change.
The world needs a new social and political order.
No. What we need is to establish new theoretical principles.
What we need to do is stop talking and start acting.
We have to fight for justice and equality.
-That's what we need to do. -Well said, Lucio!
What does that mean?
Police! Here come the police!
Police!
Quick, we have to go!
Follow me, Lucio!
"This is an expropriation! Everybody on the floor!"
Next!
"This is an expropriation! Everybody on the floor!"
Next!
"This is an expropriation! Everybody on the floor!"
Louder.
"This is an expropriation! Everybody on the floor!"
It's him.
At least… I think it is.
Take that off.
What is your name?
Lucio Urtubia.
Look, Urtubia. You've got no priors.
You should just confess and give the money back.
The judge will be lenient. You'll get two years at most.
Look at my hands.
They're covered in plaster and paint.
I'm just a builder. I don't know a thing about banks or robberies.
Inspector!
There's something here!
So, what's in there?
The money?
Weapons?
Just… some magazines
of naked girls.
After the Eiffel Tower, Ms. Bardot is France's greatest monument.
Alright…
You know what?
I think you're guilty.
And sooner or later, I always catch the guilty ones.
-Hey. -Hi, Lucio.
Any word from Quico?
We hid the guns, and he left.
Navarro, come here.
Look what you've done.
Germinal, if the banks steal from us,
we steal from them.
Jesus, you sound like Quico.
-What's wrong with that? -Quico's a fugitive.
He has no home, no family.
He has no future. You want to end up like that?
It's true, kid.
If we keep robbing banks,
we'll end up in jail or with a bullet in our backs.
Are you hungry, kid?
These bearded guys lit the spark. They're showing us the way, Lucio.
This isn't Cuba, Quico. We can't take power at gunpoint.
We don't even have guns.
I know, but if we can expropriate banks, we can rob a damn munitions factory.
Who do we give the guns to? We've got a slim roster.
Germinal says revolution's only possible
if we spread the word and get more people to join us.
So we need a printing press, not weapons.
Now Germinal wants you to be printers?
It's not robbing banks, but it's still action. Right?
Look, I…
I'm going back over the border.
They'll kill you in Spain.
Well, I'd rather die fighting fascists than put up posters here.
And you should do the same because you're cut out for it.
I could tell the day I met you.
No, Quico. That's not for me.
Alright, kid.
Then I guess this is goodbye.
Here.
-No. Quico, not your switchblade. -Keep it, man.
Take it.
-Come on. -Fuck.
You've been like a father to me.
Like a father? I'm not that old!
I'd be an older brother.
Or a cousin from the village with the cured sausages.
A cousin…
-Pass me that. -Here.
We just need a 10,000-franc loan for a printing press.
I'm very sorry, but…
you have no fixed income, and no property.
So, it's impossible.
Sir,
we're honest workers, and our word is sacred.
We promise we'll pay back the 10,000 francs in five years.
I'm sorry, but we won't put our trust in people's word,
only in their finances. Understand?
-Behave yourself. -Fucking banks.
So now you're going into banks unarmed.
It's Christmas. Don't you have anything better to do?
You visit friends at Christmas.
What do you want?
Your men have been following me for weeks. You've seen I'm just a builder.
An informateur told us that now…
you're printing propaganda.
And what else did your informateur tell you?
That the robberies have stopped.
Or maybe you're not so brave without your friend Sabaté.
Ring any bells?
Quico Sabaté.
I guess you haven't read today's paper.
It's a crying shame.
I would've loved to arrest you,
lock you up in La Santé prison.
C'est la vie.
Oh… Merry Christmas, Urtubia.
QUICO SABATÉ SHOT DEAD BY POLICE THE DEMISE OF A BANDIT
To Quico.
Everybody on the floor!
Is that your money or the bank's?
-I just took it out. It's mine. -Keep it then.
You!
Please don't shoot. Take whatever you want.
-Ready? -Let's go.
That's 9,900… And voilà, your 10,000 francs, sir.
Thank you.
What's your name, ma'am?
Jeanette.
But everyone calls me Petite Jeanne.
Have you been working here long?
Since I was 14, so this is all I know.
Your boss says that you speak Spanish.
That's right. My mother was from Cuenca.
We need someone who knows these machines and is trustworthy.
I know all there is to know. And you can trust me.
You sure? Who'd you vote for in the last election?
No one! I don't believe in politicians.
-What you did was stupid! -We needed a print shop. Now we have one.
Fine, I'll ask the printer's union to run it.
No way, no unions!
I bought it, so I'll run it.
-Who do you think you are? -An anarchist.
I don't take orders or explain myself. You taught me that.
So now you're flying solo?
-Asturiano, let's go. -I'll come later.
Goddamn it!
You'll have to face the consequences!
Let's go, Josep.
You really think Germinal's the informant?
Absolutely. I'd bet my life on it.
-Morning. -Morning!
-Morning, ma'am. -Morning!
-Do you have our pamphlets? -Yes, they're there.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
If you want to be useful, join us.
The more, the merrier. It's important.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
UNIVERSITY STRIKE NANTERRE UNIVERSITY
BEAUTY IS IN THE STREET
WE WILL GO ALL THE WAY
Please leave the campus immediately, or we will be forced to remove you!
LONG LIVE CRITICAL THINKING NANTERRE UNITED
The bourgeois revolution was legislative.
The working-class revolution was economic,
and ours must be a social and cultural revolution.
Because we want a society where men and women are equal,
where men and women are free.
Show us your tits!
Get lost! Shut up! Enough.
Our political system is run by a caste that doesn't represent us.
So we, the youth, with our conviction and ability to mobilize,
can change the system. We can change the world!
Come on, baby! Get your tits out!
Interrupt her again and I'll bust your lip. Got it?
Get out of here, both of you!
-Was it okay? -Yes, it was great!
-There are so many people. -Yes, I'm glad.
-Thanks for shutting that idiot up. -It was my duty as a responsible citizen.
-Are you Spanish? -Yes. Is it that obvious?
You're a bit old for a student.
Well, you gave me this. It seemed like an invitation.
I did?
At the print shop. Remember?
I don't know. We gave out so many, but it's great you came.
I don't know… I thought it was important.
It is. Very.
-Can I ask you something? -Sure.
-Do you like receiving orders? -Not particularly.
And seeing the poor get poorer and the rich get richer?
No.
Leave campus immediately, or we'll be forced to remove you!
And priests and politicians imposing their laws?
Of course not.
Then you're one of us.
Want to join our anarchist group?
What?
We need people like you.
Idealistic, smart women.
With guts.
Run!
Careful! Let's get out of here!
Those assholes!
Always in the same spot.
I see that you and authority really don't get along.
By the way, who are you? I don't even know your name.
My name is Lucio Urtubia.
I'm a builder.
And an anarchist.
And…
And?
-Do you really want to know? -Sure. I can take it.
And a bank robber.
-Like Arsène Lupin. -Hey, I'm serious.
I'm a dedicated activist.
Everything we take from the banks, we give to the cause.
Are you serious?
Completely. And you? What's your name?
I'm Anne.
I'm a biology student and… I want to change the world.
This place is great. It's beautiful, but… how can you afford it as a student?
My parents help me out. My dad is a businessman.
So you're petite bourgeoise.
Who tries to convince her dad to collectivize the company,
hand it over to the workers.
What does he say?
That the police don't hit us hard enough.
You don't dance?
Me?
I'm fine here.
Come on.
-Come on. -I can't dance.
Sure you can! Move your feet like this.
A bank robber and big-shot anarchist but clueless about women, right?
The Spaniard has fallen in love.
Now he makes love, not war.
Inspector.
Commissioner!
So, Costello… I hope you've got news.
He's fallen in love.
That's great.
While Paris spends heavily on fighting crime,
my chief inspector's been sitting on his ass for weeks,
costing me a fortune, being a voyeur.
Boss, believe me, they'll make a move soon. I'm sure…
Doing what?
Kissing on the Champs Élysées?
Boss,
I bet you anything he'll return to action.
I've told you a thousand times. Without evidence, there's no case.
So get off your asses and go take care of the hundreds of real cases
piling up in my office.
There are mounting tensions between the United States and Cuba.
Cuban construction of missile launch ramps
has forced Kennedy to carry out a naval blockade.
The President of the US announced they will take immediate measures…
The Americans are set on ending Castro and his revolution.
-Damn, we should do something. -Cuba's a bit far, isn't it?
We could print pamphlets in opposition.
No. Printing pamphlets isn't enough.
What can we do?
You can make other things in a print shop… besides pamphlets.
You can also print documents
and fake passports.
QUALITY EMPLOYMENT
How are you, Patrick?
Here I am, looking for a job.
I can't believe they fired all twenty of you.
I know. Don't remind me.
I can offer you a job.
What kind?
Something only an expert in manufacturing bills can do.
Don't tell me you want to forge francs.
Francs? Of course not.
We'll forge dollars.
You're kidding, right…? You're completely nuts!
We've got a plan.
No, no way. It's insane. Besides, your sister would kill me--
Look, Patrick.
She doesn't need to know.
And you'll bring home good money every week.
But if you'd rather sit here all day like an old man…
Which one is real?
They're identical. Only an expert could tell them apart.
That's what we need to check.
-Morning. -Morning.
We'd like to exchange these for francs.
They're very new.
We're on our honeymoon.
-Thank you, Lucio. -The people deserve what's theirs.
What?
-We're going to have a baby boy Urtubia? -Or girl.
CUBAN EMBASSY IN PARIS
Ambassador, these bills are as powerful as a nuclear bomb.
If we make millions of bills like these and flood the world with fake dollars,
the American banks will collapse.
Their currency will be worthless.
Talk to Castro.
That's impossible.
Our communications are monitored.
But… Che is visiting the Soviet Union in a few weeks and will stop in Paris.
Talk to him.
Let me tell him my plan.
Hello, I'm Lucio Urtubia.
The ambassador is expecting you.
Lucio, come in.
You have five minutes. Be pleasant.
Show him the material, tell him your plan, thank him for seeing you, and leave.
Okay?
And, no matter what, don't argue with him.
Don't worry, Ambassador. I just hope my mind doesn't go blank.
He's in there.
-Here? -Yes, there. You can go in.
So you're the dollar man.
I represent a group of revolutionaries, like yourselves.
Commander, we're sure we can end capitalism.
And we have a plan.
With dollars? Counterfeit ones.
These bills could be a weapon of war.
They're nearly perfect.
Only an expert could tell they're fake.
Look, Commander.
If we produced millions and flooded the world with fake dollars,
American banks would collapse.
Their money would be worthless.
We could ruin them. We could end capitalism. We could change the world!
Sure.
And your profession?
I'm a builder… But sometimes I have ideas.
A builder…
It's a clever plan, Spaniard.
But the United States is too powerful a country.
Too… rich
to sink with fake dollars.
-But what if we-- -Comrade…
A flea can't kill an elephant.
Asshole.
-What's wrong? -Someone tipped them off.
Shit.
It's Inspector Costello.
-He's seen us. -Son of a bitch!
Now what? What do we do?
You! Stop!
I think you're mistaken.
Costello calling all units. Urtubia escaped. Keep an eye on all exits.
-There! -Where?
There! I told you.
All agents, Urtubia is outside. Arrest him immediately.
He's by the taxi stand, and he's wearing sunglasses! Go!
I told you!
Urtubia, I always catch the guilty ones.
Don't worry.
First day's the worst.
But you'll get used to it, you'll see.
Yeah, it's disgusting, but you'll get used to it, you'll see.
No!
Urtubia, stop! Stop that right now!
Are you okay?
Go fuck yourself!
You saved my life, Spaniard.
-You need to go to the infirmary. -Yeah.
-What was that about? -Nothing.
I sold forged checks to some guys from Marseille. It was the perfect plan.
Mine was too, look where it got me.
Yeah, prison is full of perfect plans that went wrong.
Lucio, this is Thierry. He'll be your lawyer.
-We'll get you out of here. -And the others?
They said they didn't know anything, so the judge let them out on bail.
Just like they did with Anne.
They still haven't decided about you.
But you don't have any priors, so they should release you on bail too.
It'll all be okay. You'll see.
And, by the way,
her name will be Juliette.
It's a girl?
Yes.
You need to get me out.
Don't worry. You'll be out in a week.
Shit, Anne's already had the baby.
Don't do anything stupid. You're about to get out.
That's what my lawyer said, and it's been months.
Just stay calm.
Urtubia. You've been granted conditional release.
Go on then! Go meet your little girl.
8 YEARS LATER
Here you go.
What the fuck is this? Where's my money?
That's it, Lucio. They're called traveler's checks.
You can exchange them for money at any bank in the world.
You hand over this paper and they give you money?
Yes. In shops too. This is the future.
I'd rather have bills.
It's what you're getting this week. Take it or leave it, okay?
-What a load of shit. -I know.
-See you. -See you.
-Is that a cat? -Yes.
Really? It looks like a giraffe.
Look, there's Dad.
-How are my girls? -Great!
-You know what? -What?
I got a nine out of ten in math!
Well, you deserve a prize.
An eclair! Thanks, Dad.
Okay, let's go!
That'll be 23.30 francs, please.
I only have ten, ma'am.
Can I pay the rest in a few days?
You know, the banks don't let you breathe.
I'm sorry, sir. You can only take what you pay for.
But you can use this.
-This? -Of course.
Just sign here.
Okay.
What's it called?
A traveler's check.
You can exchange it at any bank in the world.
Even supermarkets. You hand them this shitty piece of paper and get cash.
Some invention!
Forget that robbery nonsense. This is the future.
I'm not sure, Lucio. Messing with American banks…
-That's dangerous. -Of course it is.
-Everything we do is dangerous. -Listen, Patrick.
I'm not going back to prison. Okay? That place is the worst.
But we're anarchists. We can't turn bourgeois.
For banks, politicians, and judges, the working class is at the bottom.
They're set on fucking us over.
So we have the right to fuck them over.
-Especially a fucking bank! -Damn right!
These checks are much easier to forge
than passports and IDs.
Yes, but harder than dollars.
I checked, and the sentence for forging checks is lower.
It's a private company, so it's a lesser crime.
Why City Bank?
If you're going after a bank, let it be the biggest bank in the world.
Cashing them will be a piece of cake.
Come on, Patrick. Help us with the printing plates.
Just that.
We'll do the rest.
Your sister better not find out.
Okay, enough talking. Let's get to work.
They're perfect.
Yes!
What are you up to, Lucio? You haven't been coming home at night.
We said we'd be more careful. You know the police are still watching.
If we end up in jail, who'll take care of Juliette?
Look, these are the last passports I'm doing. It's over.
You should stop too, Lucio.
Morning, I'd like to cash these checks, please.
Is there a problem?
No, I'm just checking to make sure the number doesn't match
any lost or stolen checks.
What?
Okay, each couple gets twenty checks and will go to different cities.
You'll cash them at City Bank offices at noon, on the dot.
The more branches we visit, the more we'll hurt those bastards.
Now this part's very important. We all have to do it right at noon.
This will stop them from checking the serial number, which is right here.
We have to be very careful.
One of us goes in. The other watches for anything suspicious.
This'll be huge,
a historic expropriation, an anarchist milestone.
But it'll only work if we do it together and at the same time.
By the time the checks get to the head office and they see they're fake,
we'll already have given the money to those who need it.
Your partner will be waiting when you leave the branch
to help collect and distribute the money
or to let the others know if there's a problem.
If all goes well, we'll do it once every month.
FIRST DAY LYON
You know how this goes, three shares.
One for the anarchist cause,
one for the prisoners and their families,
and one for our own expenses.
Our expenses include a few bottles of wine to celebrate, right?
Of course, Asturiano, at the very least!
BOLIVIA
Tomorrow is Sophie's birthday.
-Sophie? -Yes.
-And you want to go? -Yes, please.
-What time is it at? -It's at six.
-Commissioner, it's been a while! -Still doing construction every day?
I'm a builder, have been for the last twenty years.
Really excellent work.
Look familiar to you?
I told you, Commissioner. I'm retired.
City Bank's people are furious. They want the perpetrators behind bars.
Dad, are you going to jail?
No, honey. He's just asking questions.
Look, Commissioner, banks are the biggest thieves in the world.
So I'm glad they're being robbed.
And if it's an American bank, it makes me even happier.
Sure, play the smart guy.
Put a tail on him. And don't lose him this time, okay?
So that's what you're up to.
You should think about Juliette.
That's what I'm doing.
If we want a better world for her, we have to keep fighting.
-There are other ways to fight. -Really?
What are they?
I've been offered a placement with Médicos del Mundo.
It's a project in Bolivia.
All three of us could go. I would work in a hospital
and you could help build houses.
It'd be another way to keep fighting and change the world.
It's not the time, Anne. This is big.
Lucio.
The cops can make endless mistakes, and it doesn't matter.
They just start over. But if you make one false move,
you're finished.
…a massive fraud scheme which affects the world's largest bank,
First National City Bank.
Counterfeit traveler's checks are circulating throughout France.
Some branches have stopped accepting them
due to the heavy losses these fake checks are causing,
Customers are upset--
A cellmate is like a brother.
Six months listening to his snoring, smelling his farts.
You get to know a guy better than his wife does.
They're extreme situations, either you confront them
and get all stoic, or you go down.
-You get all what? -Stoic.
-Of course. -Who wants another beer?
I do.
-We'll make an effort in education. -Yes.
And the people will respond.
But the foundations have to be laid…
Look, Lucio!
I'd like you to meet Pierre, the head of Médicos del Mundo in Paris.
-A pleasure. -Same here.
He's traveling to Bolivia next month with the team.
I hope we'll see you there.
I told him we're thinking it over.
Yes, but it's a hard decision.
Of course, but… I do hope you'll come.
We need people that are skilled and dedicated. Like Anne, for example.
We'll see.
-Going out again tonight? -Yes.
I need an answer.
Are you coming with us or not?
-You clearly made up your mind. -I can't pass up this opportunity.
And I won't let Juliette watch her dad go to prison.
Don't you get it, Anne? We're sticking it to the world's biggest bank!
You don't get it.
You'll never win, no matter how much you steal.
They won't win, either.
Do what you like, but we're going, with or without you.
Do whatever the fuck you want.
I have bigger things to think about.
People are nervous, Lucio.
Some branches will only cash one check a day. Others, none at all.
-They had to turn off the tap sometime. -What do we do with all this?
We have 30,000 checks ready to go.
You want to throw three million bucks away?
Then what? We can't cash them in one by one.
Yes, the risk would be huge.
Maybe it's time to retire.
What do you think?
Shit! We have to sell them all at once. One buyer, one final sale.
One last stand, then we retire.
We'll go out on a high note.
Our biggest blow yet. What do you say?
All those in favor?
Think how this would help the cause.
Our exiled comrades still need us.
Fine.
Now tell us where you'll find a buyer for all this.
PAWN SHOP
Lucio, what are you doing here?
Saying hi or do you have something to pawn?
I need your help.
Of course. You saved my life, man.
Whatever you need.
The plane leaves at noon on Saturday… You've still got time.
-Did you bring the material? -We brought a sample.
Good. Tony Greco is waiting. This way.
It's incredible.
It's almost perfect.
-Can I offer you something to drink? -We don't drink on the clock.
Speak for yourself. I could use a drink.
-Asturiano… -I don't know if Charlie told you.
I've been sympathetic to your cause for a long time.
Spanish anarchists.
Actually, my father was in the International Brigades.
At home, we had books about Durruti, Ascaso…
Quico Sabaté.
Sabaté was our friend.
Really? It's a shame there aren't more people like you in the States.
We prefer money to ideals.
So let's talk money.
I'm prepared to buy all the stock if the price is right.
-What do you consider "right"? -One third of their nominal value.
Fine. Get us one million dollars.
We'll give you checks worth triple that.
I'll need a few days.
You have until Saturday, before noon.
You don't trust him?
Never trust a stranger.
Go!
Michel, give me change, please.
-What are you doing here? -We're going to jail thanks to you!
The police are watching our house, following us everywhere.
It's always you, your damn revolution! Try thinking about other people!
-Well, this is the last time. -No!
It's over. I'm sick of you getting into trouble.
Do what you want with your life, but leave us out of it.
Patrick, let's go.
Anne.
They're following all of us. They know something for sure.
Only the American knows the time and place.
Maybe the American works for them.
Asturiano and I have been following him. He is who he says he is.
We should call it off.
We can't pass up this chance. That money will help so many people.
Look, Lucio. I'm sorry.
But I don't want to end up in jail.
No.
Goodbye.
I'm going to bed.
Just leave it.
-It's not worth it. -I have to do it. Otherwise, they win.
"They"?
The banks, people with power, the system.
If we don't fight the enemy, they get stronger.
Help me. Come on, we can do it.
You and me, like the good old days.
No, Lucio. It's over.
It's too late. The plane leaves at noon.
That's plenty of time. Help me shake them off.
One last time. Then all three of us will go to Bolivia.
I said no… And as always, you're not listening or don't want to.
Look, here's your ticket.
It's up to you. Juliette will be up soon, and I need to finish packing.
Fine.
See you at the airport.
Perfect. Good luck.
What do you want?
What are you doing?
Don't worry, mon ami. Just one moment.
No, you can't. Are you crazy?
Asshole!
Where were you? What happened?
Hello, sir. What can I get you?
A calvados, please.
And for me, a café au lait and two croissants,
with butter and jam.
These rackets make me hungry.
Good morning. Thank you, sir.
Get in, sweetheart.
Relax… There's time. You won't miss your flight.
There he is.
Wait here.
Don't move! On the ground!
Excuse me, ma'am.
It's over, Urtubia.
You played and you lost. You won't be getting out of this one.
How did they find out?
Asturiano, Petite Jeanne and the American are all in jail.
The only one who's disappeared is Patrick.
No way.
I heard he was gambling too much lately and had debts.
If he'd told me, I'd have helped!
What he did…
It's unbelievable!
The judge will release Asturiano and Petite Jeanne on bail.
But your case
is going to be tougher.
Barrow, the Head of Security at City Bank, is gunning for you.
They're asking for twenty years
and fifty million dollars in compensation for the losses you caused.
Now we really are fucked.
Dear Lucio,
I always knew you were an idealist.
And a man of action. That must be why I fell in love with you.
I realized the fight will always be the most important thing to you.
But times have changed.
Revolution is just a utopia from the past. We live in a different world now.
The fight is different now.
Here in Bolivia, we're getting to know another culture,
other ways of helping people.
In short, a different world.
Juliette and I are fine. I think we can be happy here.
I hope you get out of prison soon and can come and visit us.
Juliette misses you and, you know
I will always love you, in one way or another.
Juliette and Anne.
Urtubia. You have a visitor.
The judge wants to conclude committal proceedings before the deadline.
If she does, you'll stay in prison until your trial. But if we avoid that,
she has to give you conditional release.
-What can we do? -Well…
At the end of the hearing…
According to evidence
and statements,
Lucio Urtubia is the leader of a ring that has counterfeited traveler’s checks
from First National City Bank
and has funded anarchist groups.
We ask Your Honor to close these proceedings
and set a date for trial.
The court agrees with the submissions and the closure of the trial brief
for Lucio Urtubia.
Has the accused anything to add?
Yes, Your Honor. I call for a mistrial.
Your Honor, we have found several errors in the proceedings of the case.
As you can see in these documents,
there are errors in the transcription of the names and details.
We also have serious suspicions about parts of the chain of evidence.
Since the pre-trial detention period expires on Monday,
we're requesting that our client…
be released on bail,
while the errors in the case are being corrected.
I don't speak French.
These legal issues cannot be ignored.
Silence!
The law and presumption of innocence are in our favor.
-Lucio, over here! -Just a picture!
Your case is all over TV. You're now a celebrity.
Let us through please! Excuse me.
Mr. Urtubia!
ROBIN HOOD BUILDER
C'est la loi, Barrow.
THE IDEALIST WHO FIGHTS THE POWERS THAT BE IS RELEASED ON BAIL
You! You son of a bitch!
It wasn't Patrick!
The City Bank guy came and offered to pay my debts. I said no.
When we left your house that night, we took a train… and went to the country.
-Okay. But, if it wasn't you, who was it? -I don't know, Lucio.
But it wasn't me. I would never betray you.
And I'm hurt that you thought that.
Come in.
Well, Thierry? What's happening?
It was a trap.
Tony Greco was an undercover cop.
I knew it wasn't one of us! I should've paid more attention. I was betrayed.
Charlie Álvarez, your cellmate, helped.
-Charlie? -They used him to get to you.
That can't be true. I saved his life!
They threatened him with 20 years in prison.
So he took the 10,000 francs and a ticket to Buenos Aires.
That fucking son of a bitch!
Here.
The trial date's been set.
What are our chances?
-Lucio, you'll do time no matter what. -But how long are we talking?
Four or five years.
-Four or five?! -If you're lucky.
Ten to twelve if you get all the charges.
Anne?
The next bullet,
you won't see it coming.
We need to talk.
We're supposed to be watching you,
not the other way around.
How'd you find me?
Well, I have my sources. You should know that.
Right. What do you want?
Threats, late-night phone calls…
Plus… I think they want me dead.
Why come to me?
How long have we known each other? Twenty years?
The best years of our lives, they say.
And all this time, we've always played clean, right?
I would say I've played cleaner, but anyway…
If you came here to find out who's behind this, you're mistaken.
I don't know.
Over the last few years, you've made a lot of enemies.
It could be the Spanish secret service, or the Marseilles arms dealers…
Don't fuck with me, Costello. We both know it was the Americans.
I'm sorry, Urtubia. But you know how this goes.
Without evidence, there's nothing I can do.
Damn it!
Lucio!
We've spent twenty years playing clean. Now these guys come along, and…
they think they can do whatever they want.
Don't let them get away with it.
You know what to do.
DE GAULLE'S SPIRIT LIVES
Do you think it'll work?
It'd better.
Good morning.
Well, how did you sleep?
It's been months since I slept five hours straight.
I'll leave soon. I don't want to get you in trouble.
Stay as long as you want. After all, you helped my family when I was in prison.
Thanks, but if all goes well, I'll soon be sleeping peacefully.
I'm here for whatever you need, Lucio.
-Thank you so much. -No worries.
What's up?
-Why are you looking at me like that? -Dad told me you robbed banks.
And that you met Che. Is that true?
-Hello? -Anne.
Lucio?!
How are you? How are you both?
Good, we're fine.
You? What's wrong? Is it true you escaped?
Well, you know I don't like being told what to do.
I miss you both so much.
What are you planning, Lucio?
I'll fix this.
I'll make things right and come join you.
We can start over.
Things have changed… you know that.
Is that Dad? Let me talk to him.
-Here's Juliette. -Dad?
Hi, honey. How are you?
Fine, everything's fine. You? What are you doing? How are you?
Me? Working, as usual.
A phone booth in Lafayette Square.
Your aunt really said that?
She also says you're crazy and you'll get killed any day now.
Don't listen to her. She's the crazy one.
Well, honey, I have to go.
Dad! Promise me you won't get killed.
I promise.
And that you'll come visit us.
I'll be there really soon.
I love you.
Love you too.
Tell your mom I love her very much too.
Why don't you tell her when you get here?
You're right.
I'll tell her myself.
Goodbye, Dad.
Goodbye.
-I'm unarmed! -On the ground!
I'm Lucio, Lucio Urtubia.
I know.
I don't shake hands with crooks.
Jesus!
You're the crooks.
All you do is poison the world with your dollars and your fucking wars!
Are you done with your anarchist speech?
I'm only here to make sure the trial is a fair one.
How about a deal?
I'm sorry, but we don't negotiate.
It'd be a sign of weakness and would set a terrible precedent.
Well, I think what I have to offer will interest you.
My bosses want you to get the toughest possible sentence.
That is non-negotiable.
But those fake checks will keep appearing.
You've got me,
but you haven't got my printing plates.
They're going to keep printing.
The fake checks will keep coming.
Sooner or later, we'll find the plates and the rest of your gang.
Maybe.
But for now, your bank will keep losing money.
A lot of money.
Sentencing me won't solve your problem, Mr. Barrow.
Fine, let's make a deal.
Give me the plates,
and maybe we'll accept a reduction in your sentence.
I have another idea.
I'll give you the printing plates
and my word that not a single forged check will reach your New York office again.
In return,
you drop the charges
and compensate me modestly
for my trouble.
City Bank will never accept that kind of blackmail.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Think about it. Traveler's checks are your star product.
But in France, many banks have stopped accepting them
due to the number of forgeries still appearing.
You decide if it spreads to the rest of the world.
What?
If fake checks keep coming, you'll have to stop selling real ones
to avoid losses.
Basically, a public admission that you've been beaten.
Imagine how that'd look for City Bank.
Not to mention your bosses.
They'll see you failed to fix this,
think you're incompetent, and fire you.
Accept my offer and your problems will all be over.
Listen to me. Everybody wins.
Everybody.
Come in.
Don't worry, everything's in order.
Sorry, but I was taught never to trust anyone.
Especially not a bank. If I'm not down in 20 minutes, they'll know it's a trick.
You have the strange custom of thinking that we're the criminals.
The agreed amount.
Here you go.
Don't worry. They're not fake.
And these are
the last forged checks you'll receive.
How can I be sure of that?
Well, you have my word.
Your word?
You have no other choice.
Good, there he is.
So?
-What happened? -Well? What happened?
This time, the flea beat the elephant.
Ironic, isn't it?
How are my girls?
Dad! You're here!
Of course. Family always comes first. You're so pretty and grown up!
You did it.
You know how stubborn I am.
You'll miss it.
No, because the fight goes on.
BANK
-You're not thinking…? -No.
I'm thinking this place needs fixing up.
Tiling the facade, painting the walls, welding…
And so on.
Sure.
Come on.
NO ONE KNOWS HOW MUCH MONEY LUCIO DEMANDED FROM CITY BANK FOR THE ANARCHIST CAUSE.
WHENEVER ASKED, HE SAID, "A LOT."
SHORTLY AFTER URTUBIA'S ACTION,
BIG BANKS STARTED TO LOOK FOR ALTERNATIVES TO CHECKS.
IN THE MID-1980S, THEY WERE PHASED OUT BY CREDIT CARDS AND ATMS.
LUCIO WAS A BRICKLAYER AND ANARCHIST HIS WHOLE LIFE.
HE PUBLISHED TWO BOOKS, THE REVOLUTION ON THE ROOF AND MY LIVED UTOPIA.
LUCIO AND ANNE SEPARATED BUT REMAINED GOOD FRIENDS FOR LIFE.
LUCIO DIED ON JULY 18TH, 2020
AND BECAME AN IDOL FOR NEW GENERATIONS OF ANARCHISTS AND LIBERTARIANS.
WE ARE GRATEFUL FOR THE INSPIRATION LUCIO URTUBIA IS
FOR ALL THOSE WHO WANT A BETTER WORLD AND BELIEVE A FLEA CAN BEAT AN ELEPHANT
NO MEMBER OF LUCIO URTUBIA'S FAMILY PARTICIPATED IN THE CREATION OF THIS FILM
Subtitle translation by: Bridget Ochocka