Assault unit approaching.
Okay, I want a precise operation.
Suspects are armed and extremely dangerous.
Okay, move, move, move! First floor, clear.
Search every floor and check the exits.
Come on!
Second floor, clear.
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Please...
One, two...
Let's go! Come on, come on!
Police!
Colonel, are you okay?
My wife... My wife...
Luis...
How long have I been out for?
I don't know. A few minutes.
It's Alicia Sierra. She's carrying a baby.
No one has left the building.
Then check every apartment. If nobody answers, break the door down.
Go set up a cage operation.
Get me a perimeter of two km. No one comes in or out.
Bravo 41 calling all available units.
Operation Cage. District, Chamberí. Limits, Valdebebas and Canillas.
I repeat, Bravo 41 calling all available units.
Listen to me, ma'am.
Everything's going to be okay, but you can't scream.
Give me the baby.
And my glasses. I need my glasses.
- Open the door! - Police!
You're bleeding so much. You're not leaving?
I have to go back.
I'm ready for the final sprint.
But I can promise you one thing,
this is gonna be my last one.
Call the army.
This is now a state of emergency.
We're gonna search this whole fucking neighborhood door to door.
No.
Be cool.
Open the fucking door!
Open the door!
Shh!
Come on! Follow me! Let's go!
Have a good night.
- What's going on? - Out of the way.
No fucking way.
Police!
Open the door! It's the police!
- Open it! - The baby. The baby!
She's sleeping.
Shh!
The baby. The baby...
The baby's fine.
Buenas noches.
Let's go, let's go!
Clear!
They climbed out the window.
- The glasses. - What?
- They're sunglasses. It's nighttime. - So what? Who cares?
- Just take them off. - Shut up.
They're here.
- They're here. - Shut up.
They're here. They're here. They're here.
They're on the street. They left through the restaurant.
I think taking the metro would be the best.
Professor?
Professor, do you copy?
Shh, boys.
- Professor? - Professor?
- Marseille calling Benjamín. - I hear you.
The Professor's down.
What?
I think Alicia Sierra kidnapped him, again.
My men are here. What should we do?
Like the Professor told you. You're in charge there.
I'll take the three cars to the stormwater tank.
We can't leave any loose ends.
What?
Apartment 2B.
Let's go.
There.
Nothing.
Come on.
Clear.
Fuck, just a cat.
"Plants, water them twice a week. The cat, feed once a day."
"Thanks, Herminia."
They were watered today.
So Herminia won't be back until tomorrow.
The government has declared a state of emergency.
We're here to protect you.
Please cooperate as our officers work for the safety of the State of Spain.
- Come on, come on, come on! - Go, go, go, go!
This is starting to look like the Warsaw ghetto.
They're going to search every house.
♪ If I stay with you If I'm choosing wrong ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ If I'm losing now But I'm winning late ♪
♪ That's all I want ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ I am lost ♪
♪ I don't care at all ♪
♪ Lost my time ♪
♪ My life is going on ♪
Hey. Come here. Come here. Hmm?
You're not starting to get affected by my illness?
Hmm? Or are you?
No.
- No. - Yeah.
It's just that, um, I'm moved by this plan,
this marvelous plan for the gold.
But there's still a couple of details that...
- That what? - Well, um...
- Getting the gold out, for example. - Little grains.
We're going to turn 90 tons of gold into rice.
And after that, propel it like a jet.
Yeah. We'll eject all of it using a pressure pump.
- Using a pump? - Yeah.
- Through the pipelines? - Mm-hmm.
Inside the Bank of Spain is there a pressure pump?
- No, of course not. - Of course not!
We had to go all the way up to Norway to get it off an oil platform.
What do you think about that?
I mean, there was another one in Saudi Arabia.
- But I was too lazy to go so far away. - Of course.
What matters, Sergio,
is that we're going to have a geyser of golden light flowing through the pipes.
There's no margin of error.
Andrés, the whole plan, everything you're saying is a margin of error.
How old are those pipes? Fifty? Seventy years old?
How old are they?
A hundred.
And do you think that they were built 100 years ago
to withstand pressurized gold?
No, but they're gonna hold!
Very well. Where does the gold arrive? In a sewer?
No!
I just love this.
In the biggest stormwater tank in Europe.
In a stormwater tank? What happens if it rains?
What if it starts pouring rain that day? It would collapse, right?
And then bye-bye plan, bye-bye your whole life,
because of a simple fact that it started raining.
Andrés, no, it's not science, it's... It's voluntarism...
It's scientific optimism!
What are you talking about?
- It's hopeful science. - Who's talking here?
The mind of someone planning a heist or the mind of a child? Come on.
The mind of a child.
And proudly so.
- I'm just like Peter Pan. - Yeah.
No one can take away my enthusiasm, not you, nobody.
Because only then,
only when you're willfully immature,
can you achieve great things.
The sort... The sort of things that, uh,
uh, mature people, serious people, could never achieve. No.
No, they can't even imagine it because they're all too sensible!
And for those of us who have to think about what we do,
is there anything solid?
Anything?
Because I'd love to... I'd love to examine it.
Look, Martín has all that stuff completely...
He's crossed every T. Every detail.
And he'd be delighted to share it with you.
Guys, come on!
The waterwheel goes last. Come on!
The waterwheel goes last.
Benjamín, are you still there?
Yes. Go ahead, Miss Lisbon.
The Professor has disappeared.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
What do you mean "The Professor has disappeared"?
Is he in the fucking Bermuda Triangle or what?
How should I know? I don't know.
Oh, for fuck's sake...
What matters right now is that we make a decision.
What are we doing with the gold?
I'm sorry, my dear, were you planning on having a referendum here?
Because I don't give a shit about democracy, okay?
The gold is getting out.
There is nothing to debate.
If you let this group debate anything, they all pull out guns.
So I'm drawing mine first. No bullshit, okay?
And what if the cops are already at the stormwater tank right now?
The police are not at the stormwater tank.
The plan is still on course, understand?
But if that were the case, this would be the stupidest robbery in history.
Melting down 90 tons of gold to hand it over to the police.
I said the police are not at the stormwater tank,
and the gold is worth nothing to us here. Do you get it or not, my love?
The gold is our hostage.
That's great.
We take the hostage, offer it to Tamayo, and negotiate?
Is that your master plan? You're a real fucking genius.
Yeah, muchacho, I'm a fucking genius.
And there's a big machine down there that'll prove it, so take it easy.
Is that all you care about?
Proving that your wonderful plan is gonna work?
It's also about saving your lives.
And to do that, we have to get the gold out of here.
Palermo is right.
There are only two people out there
who can tell them how to get the gold out.
The Professor, who won't do it,
and Alicia Sierra.
She's gonna try to use the information to negotiate and clear her name.
And I assure you
negotiating with the State will be tough.
It's gonna take hours.
In the meantime, we can get the gold out. And that's exactly what we'll do.
This lady has sex appeal and cojones.
We're gonna get the fucking gold outta here!
We're gonna get the gold out.
At that moment, Palermo regained his passion.
The last time he'd had that sparkle in his eyes
was five years earlier,
right after he was woken up in the middle of the night.
I told him about the plan.
What did he say?
Let's just say he thought it was...
so truly marvelous.
No, I'll be more precise.
He said it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
Stop fucking around. Are you serious or not?
Martín.
Of course I only told him the basics.
Now he wants you to explain all the technical details.
So, it's your turn.
I can't believe it!
Oh my God, I can't believe you.
Let's see.
Houndstooth? Scottish tartan? Something that exudes intellectualism.
I'd say that's a little sophisticated for three in the morning.
A touch of genius, sure, but, uh, maybe something more casual.
"Maturity" meant the same to Palermo as it did to Berlin,
the end of a life of passion
and the beginning of a life filled with bitterness.
At the end of the day, maturing, as well as growing old,
consists of gradually throwing away dreams.
Bogotá!
Bogotá, the water!
- Bogotá! - What?
Get in the water!
You didn't have to get him out of bed at this hour.
It would've been fine to do this tomorrow morning.
Please, Sergio. It's an enormous privilege to be here.
Now what exactly does your curiosity and sharp intellect demand?
Tell me.
Okay. Let's say we've turned the 90 tons into gravel.
- Yeah? - Now what?
Now we put the diver back in the water, but this time, he'll have two hoses.
After we completely ransack that vault like the tomb of Tutankhamun,
the diver will make the key connection.
Connection that will allow us to move the gold.
- How so? - We have the vault right here, right?
120,000 liters of water. That will be our driving force.
The water goes into this pump, through this black hose,
where it'll be mixed with the gold.
And through this red hose,
the 90 tons of gravel will flow smoothly,
towards the drainage system.
- What caliber is the hose? - Five inches.
A five-inch hose couldn't possibly handle the pressure you need to get the gold out.
Exactly.
Because, for now, the gold will stay in the sanitation ducts
sleeping peacefully.
The real pressure...
that comes just a bit later.
This is a message to all residents on the block.
We will forcefully enter any house that doesn't cooperate.
Go, go, go, go!
Keep in mind that we're doing this for the safety of our country.
What are you doing?
We're going to hide.
Armed forces. Open the door, please.
Hurry.
Open the door.
Open the door!
Armed forces! Open the door!
Open the door, now!
Open the door! Armed forces!
- Open the door! - Or we'll break it down!
Go get the manager.
Open the door!
- Come on, now! - Open the door!
What's going on?
- No one's there. They're on vacation. - Well, open it anyway.
Everyone get ready.
- This isn't it, it's 2A. Give me a moment. - Make it quick.
These things take time. It's not that easy.
Let's go.
The baby, the baby. The baby.
Do you even know what key it is?
Get down.
Delta Unit going in.
Alfa Unit in position.
Shh-shh-shh.
Bravo Unit, first floor checked and clear.
Clear!
Delta Unit, send the manager to the third floor.
Psst.
Bedroom clear. We're leaving.
It's all clear. Come on.
They're gone.
Gentlemen! Today we make our mark on the universal history of larceny!
Come on, muchachos! Let's make history together, goddammit!
- Let's go! - Come on!
Let's go!
Then the next stage of the plan begins,
which enables us to move the gold that was resting in the drainpipes.
Well, that would cause a massive clog in the pipelines.
That's why we have a second pump, huh?
The one we stole in Norway.
Now! Connect the pump!
Let's go, muchachos! Let's go!
Isn't she precious? I'm in love.
It's a technical marvel, 5,300 kilowatts of power.
Do you realize what that means, Sergio?
We're gonna move the gold 3.25 meters per second. It's absurd!
There's one problem with that.
Now he's wondering what about...?
What about the loss of pressure due to friction?
The Darcy-Weisbach equation. We got it down to the millimeter.
- The only problem we might have... - Is using too much pressure.
Okay, open the valves!
There's a pressure regulator on the pump. We'll control it ourselves.
I'll activate the pump.
The pump will then start pushing the gold.
And 91 minutes and 37 seconds later...
...our loot will have traveled across the 17,874 meters of pipe
between the goldvault and point B,
the space we commonly refer to as the "stormwater tank."
And then, right in that place,
there will be manna raining down from heaven.
Sergio, am I crazy? Or do you see it too?
Bogotá, pressure!
Three thousand kilopascals!
Thirty-five hundred!
Let's go, my love.
Four thousand!
That's it, precious. That's it.
Let's go, faster! Come on!
Forty-five hundred!
Five thousand! Now!
There's nothing.
Relax, we still have a few seconds. Relax, don't get anxious.
We're getting there.
Ten...
nine...
eight...
...seven...
six...
five...
four...
three...
two...
one.
Now!
- Benjamín, do you copy? - Still nothing.
No, no...
No, no, no.
I'm telling you, nothing here.
Maybe there was a miscalculation.
God damn it!
Science shall not live on numbers and calculations alone, Benjamín.
Have a little faith, no?
And a little love too.
Come on, darling. Come on.
It's not just the gold.
It's all the nights we spent planning it together.
Countless hours
absolutely stuck on the same problems.
The joy, the euphoria we felt when we finally came up with the solution.
Those are the most beautiful memories of my life.
I'm begging you, for the love of God,
don't let this be a mistake.
Don't let it be an illusion. I'm begging you, for God's sake.
I'm begging you, my darling, come on. Please, let's go, damn it.
Come on, darling! You can do it. Come on. Come on, my love. Come on!
Come on!
Palermo, it's coming out!
The gold is coming out!
- Come on! - Yeah!
Set up the waterwheel.
Benjamín, start making the ingots.
Let's go! Let's start making ingots!
We did it, Tokyo.
We did it.
A flow of 55,200 liters of water and gold per minute, brother.
It's poetry. It's pure poetry.
Huh? Right?
How was your shower?
Hey.
Too bad there's no men's clothing here, right, Victoria?
When was the last time you ate?
What day is it today?
I'm gonna go try to make something warm.
This is the Harris Hawk, a bird of prey, an expert hunter.
The moment it detects a potential prey,
it swoops down at full speed.
Eat this. It'll be good for you.
I don't think I can remember the last time someone took care of me.
Actually, I can.
My husband.
I didn't shed a single tear at his funeral.
I tortured Aníbal Cortés.
And I felt nothing.
Nothing.
They ruined my career. Still nothing.
The only thing I've done since then...
was chase after you.
Without feeling the nausea.
Or the exhaustion.
Because I...
I thought if I ran fast enough...
the sadness wouldn't catch up with me.
And now, look.
Here we are.
Can we pretend...
that you're a friend who came over to cook and see the baby?
Because maybe this is the last normal day we'll have for the next 25 years.
Let's imagine there's no cops out there.
And we'll eat, and you can ask me stupid things,
things about the baby, until she falls asleep,
while we watch TV.
What do you think?
Mmm.
Yeah, of course.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not your friend.
And I never will be.
I'll never be your friend.
To me, this is a marriage of convenience.
No? Don't you agree?
Eat. Go on.
It's good. Thanks.
Say something.
Over the last few hours...
I've lost two more people...
who were very important.
Not for the plan, no. Not for the heist, no.
They were important to me.
To my personal life.
And I'm not going to let...
anyone else down
during this heist.
I'm not gonna let you down.
Okay.
So, uh,
you'd better start getting used to this kind of situation.
Because I'm not going to allow
Victoria to grow up in a prison maternity ward.
Okay, I guess I won't arrest you then.
Sounds good to me.
Like a velociraptor...
- ...it chases its prey on the ground. - Sergio...
Mm-hmm?
We need to get you some new shoes.
The kangaroo rat makes a run for it, but the little rodent...
We need to rebuild the bone and anchor it to a titanium plate.
I have to put him under general anesthesia.
What?
No, no, no, no. I'm not going to sleep.
No. From the waist up, I'm a watchdog.
From the waist down, I'm a patient.
Doctor, you do your job, I can take it.
Use an epidural.
He's gonna be a cripple.
Well, scars scare the shit out of people,
and if we're going to jail, scaring people isn't all that bad.
To be honest, I... I can't even really imagine what prison is like.
Being in a cell? It's an awful experience. It's horrible.
Horrible.
But I think that the worst part isn't losing your freedom.
It's losing all affection.
I don't know. The lack of physical contact,
wanting to hug your daughter,
wanting your mother to hug you,
but they're not there.
And then there's Sergio.
I mean, now that I've finally found a good guy...
My God. Twenty-five years in jail would completely erase all that.
Because no relationship can handle that solitude.
Either that, or, uh, maybe you spend 25 years
thinking that everything will be the same and suddenly,
when you finally have a chance to be with that person and kiss them,
shit, you realize
that too much time has passed, right?
And that at the end of the day,
you've spent years and years romanticizing something that's not...
That's not there, that doesn't exist.
I want you to know that I kissed Denver.
I'm telling you because, I swear, because it really was nothing.
I know I shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't help it.
I was obsessed with him for years.
And I realized today there's nothing there.
Hey.
Do you have anything for stress, Doctor?
An antipsychotic maybe.
I just passed the service corridors. I'm at the junction.
Okay, now take a left.
In about 20 meters to your left, you'll find a vent grate and you're there.
Don't waste a single ounce of gold.
- Any problems with the smelting? - No!
Oh man! This is fun, huh?
Look at all this gold! Yeah!
Here we go! Let's go, guys!
- Go, go, go, go! - Good job, guys!
We already have the first batch of ingots.
Perfect, Benjamín. There's not much left here.
Let's go, guys! Keep it moving.
Hey...
- Is Lisbon single? - What?
Lisbon. Is she seeing anyone?
Where the fuck did that come from?
It's just that I saw her beating up on Rio, and...
Okay?
Chicks with that much cojones get me hotter than a fucking furnace.
Hmm. Well, she went through a really fucked-up relationship.
She needs someone to restore her faith in men.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
You just really gotta go for it. Okay?
She's got standards, so you've gotta go all the way.
Don't just ask her for, like, a walk in the park.
- That's right. - Get it?
Exactly. Don't be too polite, okay?
Don't half-ass it, knife between the teeth.
Look, Matías, here's what you gotta do.
As soon as you get a chance, kiss her passionately on the mouth.
In the elevator, the bathroom, wherever. Remember, she's just gotten out of prison.
Understand what I'm saying? Hey!
Go get her.
What's going on with you?
Uh...
I was, uh, unfaithful to my wife.
Oh.
With a hostage?
With Manila.
And did you go all the way?
Well, not all the way, no, but we definitely made out.
And I started it.
Well...
Heat of the moment, it's not important.
Let's go, guys. It's time to shine! Let's go! Come on!
Hold on. How is it not important?
A few seconds later, I made out with Stockholm in the same room.
One girl's spit ended up in the other's mouth.
She's shooting up morphine to overcome post-traumatic stress,
and I'm here acting like an asshole. I don't know what to tell her.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You're looking at it wrong, okay?
You should never, ever, in your fucking life
admit you've been with another woman.
Especially not half an hour after the fact.
Hey.
If you're feeling guilty, fucking deal with it.
Next time, don't think with your dick.
You're gonna keep your mouth shut.
Even if she catches you naked in bed with the other woman.
You just tell her that she's hallucinating.
You keep quiet.
Hey, look at me.
Because once you've admitted it,
then it's written in stone, like a signed confession to the police.
And no one, my friend,
no one can fix that.
Hey.
Sweetie.
Sergio.
What are you doing?
I found a cell phone. I was charging it. It's already at two bars.
It's a little old, but it'll do.
INCOMING CALL
Hello?
- Uh... who are you? - I'm Shakir.
The Professor's support in Asia.
Oh. Oh shit, okay. And I'm Benjamín.
- I'll connect you to the Professor. - Sure, of course.
- Professor. - Benjamín, listen.
We don't have time. You have to call the Serbians.
They're already here.
I got them. I got them to come and guard the perimeter outside.
I see. Great, Benjamín. That's great.
Well, you put me in charge,
and I'm just trying to do the best I can.
In that case, you have a new mission.
Marseille, let's go.
We have a mission. Tell the Serbians.
Boris, with us. Get the radial saws,
thermal lances, welding machines, and some mops.
And a couple of guns.
You guys, keep making those ingots like there's no tomorrow!
Let's go!
Come on.
Get out of your truck and give me your clothes.
Deep down, Berlin and the Professor were very similar.
They both devised their plans based upon a single powerful feeling...
thrill.
Stop.
The Professor's "thrill" was to disguise the extraordinary
as something completely mundane.
Like a garbage truck.
Berlin's "thrill" was to believe that the impossible was possible.
The Professor was like his brother in that sense,
even though he didn't think so.
Because only with childlike wonder
can someone play hide-and-seek on a street besieged by soldiers.
A garbage truck is asking for permission to enter at control point 1-2-6.
That attempt to escape, the most important one ever,
was something Berlin and Peter Pan would've loved.
We're all clear here.
It was all or nothing, and it'd be defined by a magical moment.
Just like the moment they realized the heist was technically possible.
It was like knowing how to get to Mars, but not how to come back.
Still, that didn't stop them from celebrating with enthusiasm
that only children have.
♪ He kissed me in a way That I wanna be kissed ♪
♪ Forever more ♪
♪ I knew that he was mine ♪
♪ So I gave him all the love that I had... ♪
One, two, three...
ready or not, here I come.
That's how it all happened.
In an instant of crass normalcy.
The garbage truck swallowing the trash.
But there was a lot more to it than that.
Professor.
It was putting the mastermind behind the heist back where he belonged,
with a new mind by his side.
And most importantly...
the Professor realized that his brother's enthusiasm for the plan
had now infected his entire team.
That while he had been in a technical KO, lying on the canvas...
You'll see, Professor.
We did the best we could.
That's good.
...the machinery had kept running.
The gold was out,
and the stormwater-tank foundry was in full swing.
The dream was more alive than ever.
They did it.
Palermo, you did it.
There's a foundry in the stormwater tank.
Of course there is, brother!
Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?
The gold is coming out.
The gold is coming out!
This one's for you, Andrés.
With a pump this powerful, they'd hear the sound of the suction,
or pumping, it'd be very easy to assume we're passing it through the plumbing.
Why wouldn't the police be waiting?
That's an excellent question, Sergio, and we've got the answer to that as well.
And the answer is the difference between a cat burglar
and us.
The difference between being good and being a genius.
And we only aspire to pure genius.
♪ Take it ♪
♪ Take another little piece Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪ - ♪ Baby ♪
♪ Break it ♪
♪ Break another little bit Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Honey ♪ - ♪ Honey ♪
♪ Have a ♪
♪ Have another little piece Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪ - ♪ Baby ♪
♪ You know you've got it ♪
♪ If it makes you feel good ♪
♪ Yeah, out on the street ♪
♪ You know ♪
♪ And you know deep down in your heart ♪
♪ That ain't right ♪
♪ I know you never never hear me When I cry at night ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Tell myself That I can't stand the pain ♪
♪ But when you hold me in your arms ♪
♪ I say it again ♪
♪ So come on, come on, come on ♪
♪ Come on and take it ♪
♪ Take another little piece Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪ - ♪ Baby ♪
♪ Break it ♪
♪ Break another little bit Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Honey ♪ - ♪ Honey ♪
♪ You better have a ♪
♪ Have another little piece Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪ - ♪ Baby ♪
♪ You know you've got it ♪
♪ If it makes you feel good ♪
- ♪ You better take it ♪ - ♪ Take it ♪
♪ Take another little piece Of my heart now ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪ - ♪ Baby ♪
♪ Break it ♪
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