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I wonder what it'd be like
to kiss you.

I can feel the fever burning.

I can't breathe.

But when I smell
your hair, I forget everything.

How do I tell you I'm dying,

but I'd prefer to stay here forever
and feel your warmth?

I know I'm just hallucinating.

The poison making me delirious,
but what if it is love?

I think that's it.

I've fallen in love with you, Bruce.

And I don't know your real name.

It's so ridiculous.

My throat is so swollen, I'm suffocating.

But the only thing on my mind is
that I've never told you the truth.

I love you.

And every time I've ever made love,
it was through a screen

in a virtual world.

Drink. Drink cold water.

You were right, it's not real.

I can't smell.

I can't touch.
I can't feel goosebumps like I do now.

How to tell you I may be
the last virgin in the Western world,

but that I want
my first time to be with you?

I need you to save me
so that I can tell you all this,

and we can roll together
in the mud until the sun sets.

I hope you save me.

MONEY HEIST
BERLIN

Have you found anything?

So far, all the prints we found
belong to the staff.

Just a minute.

So, they walked in
and stole 44 million in jewels

and disappeared without a trace?

Sometimes we Spaniards are just amazing!

You're forgetting that the mastermind
behind it is French.

Yeah.

Even when it comes to crime,
you French are still so chauvinistic.

Have you ever heard
about the old cow strategy?

- The old cow?
- Yeah, the old cow.

- Maybe you use a different term in France.
- I've never heard of it before.

When the farmers around the Orinoco

need to bring their herd
across a river filled with piranhas,

they take the oldest cow
to cross further downstream.

And while the piranhas
are busy devouring her,

the farmers cross
with the rest of the herd,

and they go upstream on the river.

How fascinating.

In France, we call it
diversionary tactics.

In any case,
it's clear we're the piranhas.

The herd is the gang.

So who's the old cow, then?

The two young Spaniards.

Obviously, they are trying to mislead us.

It makes no sense at all
to break into this place,

with one of the most sophisticated
security systems in Paris,

and then leave the vault
and head to a nightclub,

steal a car, and end the evening
drag racing with some lowlife punks.

These kids and the necklace
from the stolen car,

that's the diversion.

You've forgotten one important detail.

The old cow is about disposing of
the least valuable member of the herd.

And yet, that necklace
is worth four million.

The third most valuable jewel
of the heist, so you're wrong.

Nope.

It wasn't used as a diversion.

My dear Spanish friends pulled
a magnificent job with undeniable panache.

And then high on success and adrenaline,

they went out to celebrate,
racing cars through the night.

We Spanish just can't resist a good party.

So what's your theory?

The old cow is Polignac.
He should be released.

How are you feeling darling?

I'm okay. I have a cell all to myself.

It's like being at the hotel.

Simón is with me because
we have something important to tell you.

He's offered us money
to pay for the lawyer.

I can't accept it.

Think about it for a moment, okay?

Our bank accounts have been frozen.

We need a good lawyer.

This is already humiliating enough,

and now you're asking me
to accept his money?

Camille, may I speak to him?

Thanks.

Hi, François.

Listen, I understand your reluctance.

Just so that we're clear,
I'm not doing this... to humiliate you.

And I'm sure you've guessed
that I'm no philanthropist.

This is for her.

You wife's devastated
because she believes that you're innocent.

Right now, we're two men
united in our love for the same woman.

If she believes that you're innocent,
then so do I.

Wouldn't you do the same?

I will accept your offer,
but under one condition.

The money is a loan.

Perfect.

That's it. That's the spirit.
Now, don't go making any friends

or start decorating your cell
because in four days, you're out.

Thanks, both of you.
My life is in your hands.

We are in this together.

This is our prison too.

And like a rowing crew in a regatta,

the three of us
will pull through together.

Yes, that's it. A rowing crew.

All for one, and one for all.

Hey! Stop the fucking truck!

Hey!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Wanna come in?
- No. I don't wanna bother you.

I just wanted to return your jug.

That good?

It must've taken a while
to get that last lemon.

- It's been in there for months.
- No, no.

No time at all.

Half an hour.

Do you know
why I brought you that last night?

When I saw you arrive yesterday
with your kids, digging holes,

pulling those ropes,
hammering those stakes,

covered in sweat
with your lumberjack shirt,

I said to myself,

"Finally, I have found the TT man."

TT man?

What do you mean? Like the Audi TT? Or...

No.

TT, testosterone and tenderness.

A man both masculine and sensitive.

- The hardest one to find.
- Yeah.

And then, I saw you crying, and I thought
maybe you needed to talk to someone.

But you declined,
so I thought I'd bring you the jug.

And when you said you were a widower,
I decided to give you your space.

Then you lied to me,
you old fox. You lied.

I overheard you talking with your wife.

I was brushing my teeth.

I had the impression
you were talking about me.

And my limoncello.

Mea culpa, I wish the ground
would open up and swallow me now.

I don't know what to say.

Actually, in my defense, uh,

with all the limoncello
and my rather sudden divorce...

I had a moment of madness.

You were also sensitive. And gracious.

I just have one question.

Did your ex-wife give you a green light...
or not?

Um, by any chance, are you hitting on me?

Well, I have to admit that I also felt
a powerful chemistry between us.

Well then, I better get going, I suppose.

You won't have to come knocking
at my door twice.

See you later.

Have a nice day.

TT Man.

I let myself in.

Oh! I look like a cheerleader!

En route
with a 36-year-old woman,

snake bite to her leg,
signs of anaphylactic shock.

ETA in six minutes.

Police sirens.

Highway patrol.

Snakes.

Robbers.

Tins packed with jewels.

I finally decide to lose my virginity,
and things get way too complicated.

That's what I'm thinking about, my love.

You must've fished
in a past life.

Only sharks.

What about you?

Do you have any old love stories
funnier than mine?

Well, in fact, it's a very short list.

There was one that hit me hard.

Even kissing her was almost impossible.

What, was she a nun?

Let me guess. You met her in kindergarten.

Close.

We met in the courtyard
of juvenile detention.

She was in the girls' wing,
and I was in the boys'.

So how'd you get together?

We joined the choir.

We'd be in the back row,
and we'd drop the music and slip away.

We'd find a place to hide
and make out like crazy.

While everyone else
sang ''Adeste Fideles.''

And getting caught
was all part of the fun.

I guess you have a thing
for forbidden fruit.

Maybe a little.

Well, to be completely honest,
I'd have joined the choir.

Ah.

I thought they were brother and sister.

Sorry.

This is the best lead we have.

And what about these?

The police sketch?
Between you and me, this is garbage.

It's a vague recollection
and abstract. Mm?

They described it to some random artist
who works at the station.

Let's be serious.

Those guys draw
whatever they fucking please

and then have the balls to give it to me!

All we have is this goat here.

And let's hope the punk
with the tattoo has a record.

Hello?

I need to speak with
the Criminal Investigation Unit in Spain.

Immediately.

Oh!

Do you know what it means?
The horned goat?

Evil. Satanic.

There's a famous Goya painting.

Do you know it?

I don't seem to remember that one.

Of course.

I mean, you guys... You have the Louvre.

But we have the Prado.

There's no denying, the Mona Lisa
is mysterious, but Las Meninas?

So much cuter.

To each his own, huh?

Do you have tattoos?

Ah...

Don't say anything. I don't wanna know.

Hello?

Deputy Inspector Sierra, Europol Spain.
Who's this?

Alicia Sierra!

Long time, no hear.

What? You need some help
on one of your cases?

Murillo!

No, not at all.

I was wondering
if you had anything sexy to wear?

You see, I'm working on
a girls' night out in Paris.

That sounds like a good plan.

I'm with this French girl
who wants me to show her a good time.

Alicia's Angels. Crimebusters.
Interrogating till the break of dawn.

What have you got?

A heist. Forty-four million in jewels.

- Spanish crew.
- When?

Yesterday.

- I'll get the next flight.
- Yippee. We'll send a car.

We're gonna have such a good time.

Jesus! It's Susi.

She has an audition today,
and I promised to take care of her son.

How do you always get so dirty?

Hey, sweetie. Any news from François?

No, no. Nothing yet.

Are you all right?
I can leave Pablo at the club.

The audition's just for two hours.

Uh... no, no, that's not it.

Do you remember
the Spanish guy from the club?

Well, you see... we're together.

- He's not here, is he?
- Yes.

I am love.

What about François?

We went to see him in jail.
We talked.

And... he accepts it.

You can't imagine.

The three of us, with our hands
pressed on the prison glass.

It was very emotional.

You're right. I can't imagine it.

You don't find it weird?

I mean, that guy visiting François?

No, no. I invited him.

- Oh.
- Simón has lent us money for a lawyer.

The best one in Paris.

He gave me 200,000 in cash.

Wow.

- How generous.
- Isn't it?

But, sweetie, how did all this happen?

And so quickly.

Well, no, not quickly.
I mean, at the same time.

I don't know.

It's been a tsunami.

A tsunami. Sure.

We're at the hospital.

The young woman is still unconscious,
so we're standing by.

Okay, gently now.

- Let's go!
- Understood. 10-4.

We're good.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...

Nice and easy, okay?

Into the car. Go slowly.

Psst!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

At the moment, considering
the amount of evidence against him,

in my opinion,
the best strategy for your husband

is to plead guilty.

Why should he plead guilty
when he's innocent?

If he acknowledges his involvement
in the heist,

I can negotiate a reduced sentence.

Claude, right?

Yes.

Let's try to be positive.

Camille believes François is innocent,
and I do as well.

And who are you, sir?

I'm her lover, but that's irrelevant.

What's important
is that we are all here to help.

And I am also here to help, monsieur.

That is why I'm informing you
of the current situation.

If you're here to help,

then study the case
and get my husband out of jail.

Please, monsieur.

All right, then. Shall we begin?

Where were you on the night in question?

I spent the night
at the Château Rêve d'Or.

Were you with your husband?

No, I was with him.

And when was the last time
you spoke with your husband

before the robbery?

That same day.

And the nature of your conversation?

He called me. He was upset.
He had learned about our affair.

Do you think your husband's behavior
may have been affected by this discovery?

Do you think the psychological stress
impacted his decision-making?

And is it possible
he carried out this heist

in a desperate attempt to escape
from you and your lover?

The jewels that were stolen
belonged to some of the most important

and most powerful families in Europe.

There are 44 of Europe's finest law firms

working at this moment to ensure
Monsieur Polignac is found guilty.

They are all working against him.

Basically, their objective
is to make sure Viénot's insurance

pays out 100%
of the value of the stolen jewels.

And when that happens,

would you prefer that your husband
be incarcerated for ten years

or for 20?

Madame Polignac, I strongly suggest
that you adopt my strategy.

Plead guilty to all charges.

Excuse me. I need a glass of water.

Claude.

My grandmother's best friend
was a Claude.

Do you mind if I speak frankly?

Read my lips carefully, Claude,
because I want you to remember everything.

You are going to go home,
and you're going to study the case.

Tomorrow you will call Camille
and tell her you have found a way

to get her husband released.

Because if you don't,
some night I'm gonna break into your home,

and I will use chloroform
to put you to sleep.

Then I will put a funnel in your mouth,

and pour hydrochloric acid
down your throat.

Seconds later, your tongue
will begin to melt,

and your teeth will dissolve.

You will no longer savor
the taste of French wine and cheese.

And of course,
you will never ever practice law again.

So, may I walk you to the door?

- Yes.
- Good.

Anyone here?

Thank you. You don't know
how important you've been to me.

- Camille?
- Close the door. Leave.

Please, leave.

Listen to me.

Lawyers always wanna play it safe.

You'll see, by this time tomorrow,

he'll have come up
with some sort of solution.

I said leave.

Madame Polignac?

We've come to return your husband's
documents and personal items.

The court has already made copies
of the necessary elements.

CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENTATION

The investigation has started.

And I can't even be an alibi
for my husband...

because I was sharing a bed with you.

And was planning to leave him
when he was arrested.

Have you any idea how that makes me feel?

It makes me feel...

absolutely despicable.

And now everything has been spoiled.

That magnificent love story
we shared just moments ago...

is corrupted.

It's been transformed
into a vile conversation

between lawyers about adultery and money.

And I feel nothing but shame.

Are you asking that we break up?

Yes. Please, Simón.
I need you to leave this house now.

Right now.

Auntie Camille, why are you crying?

Don't worry sweetheart.
Everything's fine.

Um... Okay, time to go do something.

I'll take Pablo out for a walk.

If you're taking him for a walk
as an excuse to come back here...

I'm warning you, I won't change my mind.

- What are you lookin' at? Huh?
- What are you doing?

Your girlfriend's inside.
There's no way you can get away.

And if you leave her here,
we'll track you down.

Think about it.

Put the safety on
and drop the gun.

You have a lot to lose,
and you're making things worse.

So monsieur thinks
I'm making things worse?

I just shot three people back in Nevers.

You hadn't heard?
You don't watch the news?

Huh? So tell me now, what's worse?

Put on some music.
I said, put on some music!

I love this song.

No more talking!

Both of you, start singin'.

You're the fuckin' Bee Gees, all right?
C'mon, sing!

Magnificent.

I need a bronchodilator, stat.
Quickly.

Right away.

- Pulse?
- 138.

Administer 500 milligrams of adrenaline.

On it.

Don't fall asleep.

Stay awake.

Do you wanna stay? No? Let's go.

A Negroni for me, please.
And a Shirley Temple for the boy.

Thank you.

I need to pee.

Where have you been?

At the lake. Fishing.

Did something happen?

- No.
- The police were here.

- The guys from the checkpoint.
- Fuck.

Damián, I have to tell you something.

After the robbery,
we took one of the jewels,

and we forgot it in a stolen car.

I called Berlin in Paris,
but he didn't seem that worried about it.

Berlin is still in Paris?

When was that?

Yesterday.

I don't think he's gonna leave.

He's obsessed with her.

- Yes?
- Where are you right now?

At a cocktail bar in Paris.

- Can you do it by yourself?
- Yes, sir.

One second.

Okay, this way. Take my hand.

- Andrés?
- Over there.

- No.
- No? Where?

Oh, you prefer to sit? Okay.

Who are you talking to?

Well, I took Camille's
friend's kid for a walk.

Are you nuts?

Why aren't you in Madrid?

Because I've been too busy
ruining everything.

I've lost Camille.

I'm the big loser in this story.

Damián...

Since I met her, I've tried everything.

I've played all my cards.

I bet it all.

I've behaved like a perfect gentleman.

But I've also acted like a scoundrel.

And I've lost.

Because of me,
the woman I love is no longer happy.

Hers was an indomitable spirit.

And I broke it.

There's no turning back.

Why are you talking about Camille?

All the police
in Europe are out searching for you,

and you've stayed
at the scene of the crime.

I'm talking to you about love,
and you ask about the police?

What is the world coming to, Damián?

I understand. That's okay.

Go to the hotel lobby and stay there.

- I'll come get you.
- Perfect. I'll be here.

Listen, Roi. I'm going to get Berlin.

You and Cameron
wipe down all the prints in the RV.

Activate Plan Suricate.

Our situation may have become critical.

- Raquel Murillo.
- Alicia.

Deputy Inspector
of Criminal Investigations

and the naughtiest girl
in the whole academy.

Inspector Lavelle, our colleague
from the Organized Crime Unit.

Enchantée.

Bienvenida.

The bad news
is that we have no one in our files

with a horn tattoo on his knuckles.

Are you sure they're Spanish?

- Maybe they're Latino.
- No, no.

We have positive ID from six witnesses.

The two bouncers, the carjacked couple,
and the drag racers.

Those bastards are Spanish.

Have you released the artist's sketch
and the picture of the tattoo?

We don't wanna give this crew any clues
about how the investigation's progressing.

And tell me, whose idea was that?

Yours, or those aristocrats?

- I see you learn quickly.
- Huh.

So they don't want anyone
to know that times are tough

and that they have to sell off
some of the family jewels.

We have to release those sketches.

It's easier if everyone in
France is looking for these guys

and not just the three of us.

Public participation is really effective
in these kind of cases.

Okay. For the moment,
I'll have them release the sketches

to police units across the entire country.

And if that doesn't work,
we'll leak them to the press.

I wanna know more about this case.

I'll need it all.
Files, photos, forensics.

Everything you've got.

Of course. Everything has been prepared.

Look at you go!
Menstruating nitroglycerin.

I'm just getting started.

Anything new?

Look familiar?

Fuck...

Do you know these two?

- Hey, so how was the audition?
- Awful.

All I could think of was you.

How are you?

Bad. Terrible.

The lawyer says it's virtually impossible
to get François out of jail.

I can't stop thinking about
who would wanna do this to him.

What kinds of enemies
could he possibly have?

He's just a regular guy.

Well...

In the movies, it's usually the lover.

Where's Simón?

It's over.

And my son?

He took him for a walk.

What?

- Mommy!
- Hey! Oh, Pablo! Are you okay?

Let's go to the kitchen.

Get you something.

I hope someday you'll understand.

What's there to understand?

I would've loved to see this through
to the very end.

The key to his suite.

Hey.

- How you doin'?
- I'm good.

I'm a free man once more.

Can I get you anything?

I suppose we don't have much time?

We have all the time in the world.

All right. Time to check
how my friend's doing, okay?

Call it in and see how she is.

This is Highway Patrol
inquiring as to the status of patient

with a snake bite. Copy.

Patient is stable.
She should be out in about five minutes.

- Copy.
- Five minutes and the show begins.

And now, nice and slow.
Handcuffs. Come on.

Three men, uniform, and handcuffs.

This is gonna be fun!

Yeah.

There's something, um,
I've been meaning to say.

You know, I'm really sorry for everything.

- No, no, no.
- No, listen.

Listen to me.

Damián, I want to apologize
for all that nonsense I said

when we were in the vault together, and...

No, don't apologize. You were right.

And you know what else?

The perfect love story
can happen in one day.

Huh? Real, tangible love.

Twenty-four-karat love.
And with a stranger.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

- Yeah!
- But when?

Today. It happened today.

It happened today. Yeah.

Cheers.

Hmm!

And I finally understood
what you said to me.

Which is...?

That you cannot refuse a single moment
of love just because it'll end.

- No, no, no.
- Yes, you were right!

I absolutely disagree with you.
Absolutely!

What do you mean?

- What are you saying?
- No, um...

Thank you.

I mean, the person who was right, was you.

- Nonsense.
- No.

You see, I have become a fugitive of love.

And what I really want,
if I'm honest, is that it last forever.

- You?
- Mm-hmm.

- In love forever?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Boring love.

Yeah, I mean, my own experience of love is
that it just melts away, you know?

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah.

I realize the only thing I know...

The only thing I've ever known
about love is the beginning.

But what I want, what I really want,
is to experience a love that never ends.

There's always an end.

Listen to me. Carmen. You remember Carmen?

Carmen? Of course I remember Carmen.

She left me.

It appears that our time together
had run its course.

It seems she was waiting...
for someone better.

And now, she's found someone.

That's life.

How are you coping?

Well, you know what it is,

the melancholy, the confusion,
the uncertainty of being a free man again.

- Huh?
- Hmm.

Look at those poor bastards.

- I...
- They're so happy.

My friend, you know what?

With all our experience
and with our deep knowledge of love...

Yeah?

...we cannot stay silent.

- After you.
- Cheers.

Mm.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

My friend and I are tourists.
We're Spanish.

We saw the lovely couple brimming
with enthusiasm and joy,

so we just wanted to say congratulations.

And as our wedding gift, we want
to offer you all we know about love.

Based on years of study
and scientific observation.

Okay?

Are you mad?

No.

Listen, Roi.

Mixing sex and work,
it's not a good idea.

Hey, come on. Don't you remember?
That's what you said when we met.

But... But this isn't about sex.

That kiss would've had
nothing to do with that.

It was love.

And you know it.

Because if it was only sex,

well then, if all you really wanted
was to fuck,

you would've kissed me, right?

Well, first, you would've looked
at my forehead,

to check my expiration date.

The 25th of October.

- And then we'd have made out.
- Don't say that.

I'm saying I'm crazy about you.

Since the moment we met.

Since I saw your tattoo.

But I couldn't do anything.

For one, I had no idea what was going on.

And also because Berlin asked me not to.

And when I finally decided to,
I realized you were the one who couldn't.

Because you're scared to death.

So I'm fucked.

I'm fucked because I arrived late
in this story.

I'm fucked because I arrived after Jimmy.

And because now you're afraid
to take a step forward.

And you know, deep down,
that if I had been with you before him,

we'd still be together.

Two good stories in my life,
and I'm late for both.

And how do you know
that we'd still be together?

You don't know that Roi.

Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

- I don't see anyone out there.
- That means they're here.