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THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES ARE FICTITIOUS

Tokyo is back!

-Tokyo is back! -On the ground!

We have to open the door, damn it!

-Shoot the target, shoot the biker!

-Let's go!

No! We have to cover her!

-"Kidnapper in range, open fire."

Dad, look out!

-"Unit 3, behind you, behind you!"

Fuck!

-This is fucking crazy.

What is?

All of this, Dad.

"It'll work out this time, I'm telling you."

"This time?"

It has to work out.

-We deserve it, right? -Of course we do.

Help, help!

Please!

The first aid kit!

The fucking first aid kit!

Cover the wound!

Look at me.

Easy.

It's just a scratch, that's all.

On his side.

There's no exit hole.

The bullet's inside.

Nairobi!

-I'm here! -For fuck's sake.

He's bleeding out.

Don't worry, son.

I've got loads of blood.

I've eaten lots of blood sausage.

Okay, hold him in place.

Berlin,

-morphine. -Relax.

-Here we go. Okay. -Ready!

I'm starting a line for him.

Okay,

-Here. -Let me, let me.

Come on, come on.

Pull this, Denver.

Wait, wait!

I'm starting a line for him.

Breathe slowly.

Breathe slower.

-His pulse is shooting up. -Gauze!

That's it.

Relax, Moscow.

Moscow, relax.

Listen, you're going to be okay.

Right? You'll be okay.

-Yes. -Right?

It's okay, Moscow.

It's okay, Moscow.

Relax.

Relax.

They put three bullets in him, Rio.

Three bullets.

TUESDAY 7:35 PM

105 HOURS INTO THE HEIST

-Son of a bitch. -Raquel.

I broke free.

I could have escaped.

I could have killed you, Raquel.

You didn't believe that polygraph either.

Look, this proves that I'm telling the truth.

You just fucked up with this act of love,

because I'm putting you away for 80 years.

Get up.

Slowly.

Hands on your head and turn around.

Don't move... What the hell are you doing?

Don't move. Don't move!

I said don't move!

Hands on your head!

Not a single step further.

Raquel, I'm not stopping.

You're going to have to kill me.

Fuck!

Son of a bitch, my phone!

Three bullets!

They put three bullets in his stomach!

We must call a doctor.

There's nothing we can do.

It's time to keep a cool head, Tokyo.

I'm not just thinking about Moscow.

-I'm going to call the Professor. -The Professor is gone!

I've called many times. He's not in the hangar.

I don't know where he is!

-We must call Inspector Murillo. -We can't do it!

You know. It's not part of the plan.

What plan?

You know what my plan was?

To kill you.

But Moscow is the one dying.

So don't tell me what's not part of the fucking plan.

This is Colonel Prieto speaking.

"I'd like to speak with Inspector Murillo, please."

The CNI has taken charge.

Colonel,

It's Fonollosa.

I'd like to ask what you're wearing

but there's no time for chit-chat,

since you just put three bullets in our man.

I want a surgeon in here.

Now.

"Do you know what I want?"

For you to stop fucking with me.

You pulled Silene Oliveira out of a police van

and got her back in the building.

"You placed explosive devices that, thank God,

didn't work.

Do you really think you're in a position to make requests?"

Look, it was a clean rescue on our part.

You guys started shooting.

"It would be nice of you to help save this man's life."

Listen carefully.

If you want to save him, bring him through the main door, unarmed,

"...and an ambulance will be waiting for him."

We're not turning our man in, Colonel.

"Then you'll have another corpse on your hands."

Have you tracked down the inspector?

We're working on it.

SAN GABRIEL HILLS, 12 LOT SPECIAL, DARE TO DREAM OF YOUR NEW LIFE

Helsinki,

how does it look?

It's not a shot in the leg.

The stomach is a bad area, Moscow.

Very bad.

We need a surgeon.

Honestly,

how much time do we have?

Hours.

Eleven.

Twelve, thirteen.

Without a surgeon there's nothing we can do.

How many times was I hit?

Three, Dad.

Three times.

Some mess I've got down there.

-Moscow...

-What? -They won't send in a surgical team.

But we have an ambulance out there to take you to the hospital.

You can tell them that they can go fuck themselves,

because I'm not going back to jail.

That hole,

it's almost finished,

through to the other side.

That's ten hours of work.

Get digging.

And I'll hang in here, okay?

Hang in there, Dad.

I'll create that tunnel even if I have to headbutt my way through.

People,

we're getting out of here.

"There was a shoot-out. What happened?"

Moscow is full of holes.

"Three gunshots."

Where?

"In the stomach.

I don't think they hit his liver.

I don't know about the rest."

How is it looking?

Fucked.

But Moscow says he won't go out.

That we can finish the tunnel soon.

I have the Serbs here.

We're going to start digging from this side too.

And I'll find the Ukrainian doctor.

Anyway you have to get out as soon as possible.

I've been discovered, Andrés.

"I don't know how long before the police show up."

Any news?

What's the matter?

What's he doing here?

Someone will tell me what is going on?

Did you know Sergio Marquina, the Professor, is Salva?

The mastermind of the heist.

The man you've been seeing at the bar for five days.

Yes.

I found out a few hours ago.

You got a call from that man.

He called from the station in Canillas,

where he was in custody.

Minutes later you arrived.

You made a scene to get him out of there,

and destroyed his fingerprints.

I didn't know who he was.

The evidence you destroyed

identified him breaking into the police car

to threaten the Russian in order to avoid the facial composite.

The man who erased the fingerprints

on the car found in the junkyard

from which Ángel took a teaspoon that proved him guilty

before having a fatal accident.

You took him to the gang's house in Toledo, right?

You put him in my car,

where I kept the only legal evidence I found in the house.

The paper from the fireplace and the evidence disappeared.

Apparently after leaving Inspector Vicuña unconscious,

and when Ángel did his job and reported his suspicions,

you dropped him from the investigation.

And to top it off, while destroying your partner,

you were screwing the leader of the gang.

Fine.

Fine.

First of all,

that man can't be here.

He has a restraining order.

So if he's not 500 feet away from me in five minutes,

I'll have him arrested.

I didn't know who he was.

And I'll prove it.

I can tell you where he's hiding.

TUESDAY 10:15 PM

3 HOURS AFTER THE SHOOT-OUT

"What the fuck did you do?"

You left my mother at a roundabout?

"You had me believe she was a bitch."

It was her or us.

"I won't break your skull

because we need you to get out."

When we get out,

you and I are nothing.

Two strangers,

Denver

and Moscow.

Fuck!

Can anyone tell me what the fuck this is?

Please,

not like that.

We said little rolls of a million each, please.

Max it out, damn it.

We'll keep printing bills for a few more hours.

Then stop the machines and erase the logs.

I want everybody working to the max!

We're getting out of here!

That's right.

I've been told of another very good place

at the Federal Reserve.

Come here a minute.

How's Moscow?

He's stable.

We still have a few hours, don't we?

Should we start making 500 euro bills?

The 500 euro bills are for Russians and tacky people.

I'm not Russian. Do I look tacky?

My tastes might be questionable but...

Berlin, are we printing them or not?

100 and 200 euro bills.

Torres!

Torres,

stop the machines,

change the plates,

and start making 100 and 200 bills.

Yes, ma'am.

You like to jump puddles from one stone to another

and every time you step a stone sinks.

"You're leaving dead bodies by the roadside."

Was it your idea or your boyfriend's to rob the armoured car?

Well, now your boyfriend is dead

and so is your mother.

I'm sure you knew the pain you were causing your mother.

I thought I'd never see you again.

What's the matter?

He told me.

I leave dead bodies behind wherever I go.

Berlin kicked me out and I came back.

And I've put everyone's lives in danger.

I just had to come back, didn't I?

And now the dead body is Moscow.

Moscow isn't a dead body, okay?

He'll make it.

And we'll get out of here together.

I'm a black cat that curses the people it crosses.

No.

You're a black panther,

my black panther.

How are you?

Right now I'm fucking great.

You have no fucking idea how much I love you.

No fucking idea.

I love you too.

I have missed you.

Let's start getting the money out of here.

Come on, come on!

The ones in other room, too!

Ariadna, Ariadna.

Not you.

Come.

Put that down.

Denver.

Denver!

Listen,

Denver, you have to stop.

-It's pointless. -What?

Put the pick down

and convince your father to turn himself in.

He has to get to a hospital. He can't wait.

This tunnel is the only way out and I'm leaving with my father.

You know why?

Why?

Because when we get out of here

you won't be wearing a red jumpsuit anymore.

You'll be dressed in white,

gorgeous.

And I'll be waiting at the altar.

And I need him to be there by my side,

and to see it.

For him to grab me by the shoulder and get goosebumps, okay?

I'm not stopping.

I'm not stopping.

So, shall we do this?

Let's do this!

-Let's do it! -Let's go.

Just a bit more!

-Just a little more, damn it! -Just a bit, Rio!

Less than two metres!

Have you thought about my proposal?

A short but passionate love story

in a tropical country.

And a proper inheritance.

Eight hundred million euros that go to you.

That's the least important part, Berlin.

I like the idea of going away with you

but it makes me sad because

you're going to die.

You'll make a gorgeous widow.

We have to get married.

Right, Ariadna?

I've never done it

dressed in white

at night.

How about on a beach,

under the stars, in a wild ritual with lots of light,

and lots of fire.

Beautiful.

Would you marry me, Ariadna?

I'm sure some people think that living with a dying man

is boring and

they're wrong.

It's the opposite.

It's going all in.

Driving without the safety belt on.

Riding a motorcycle without a helmet.

Scuba diving without an oxygen tank.

Letting go of the reins for good, no limits.

What about babies?

What do you think? Some mini-Berlins running along the beach.

Just kidding.

So the address you gave us is where Mr. Marquina

supposedly set-up his operations centre.

In that cider bar, right?

Yes.

What's this?

It's a warehouse.

There's nothing in there.

A beat-up car, junk.

But no sign of an operations centre.

Are you sure about the address you gave us?

Of course I am.

I was there.

What were you doing there?

Making love.

"Our first rule was no names,

no personal relationships.

The Professor had envisaged a heist with no attachments,

but when I saw him there,

smiling at me,

I realised that he was the closest thing to a father

that I had ever had."

What's so funny,

big guy?

Your bright ideas.

Escaping

just to come back to the building.

You know it.

Dressed like a cop and everything.

Like James Bond.

That must have really pissed them off.

He's shaking.

Moscow, Moscow. Hey.

He's white as the snow in Stalingrad.

He's got a pulse of 35.

He needs a transfusion. Get the plasma.

-Moscow. -Come on.

O-negative.

Hey.

-Over here. -Moscow.

There we go, you're with us.

It's okay. Are you okay?

It's okay, you're with us.

You're right here with us, okay?

WEDNESDAY 07:02 AM

11 HOURS AFTER THE SHOOT-OUT

How's the tunnel going?

We're really close.

Hey, dear.

Girl.

Why don't you get some rest?

-Alright? -Alright.

Let's go.

Here you go, keep working.

Inspector.

"I'm afraid she can't answer the phone."

She's under investigation for collaboration in the heist

"and obstruction of justice.

But surely you already know that,

I mean, since you have such a special relationship."

We know who you are, Salva.

Or should I say,

Sergio Marquina.

"So there's no need for you to use that GPS voice anymore."

"Colonel Prieto,"

We have a man dying here because of your gunfire.

If you don't send a doctor in now,

you'll have signed his death sentence.

"The only one who signed his sentence is you."

Not to mention all the other lives you're destroying with this heist.

Including that of your friend, the inspector.

How can you bear having that on your conscience?

Look, if you want

to chat about our conscience, we can do so later.

But right now we need a doctor.

There will be no "later", Mr. Marquina.

We know you're close.

And we know the location of the three antennas

that recorded your calls to the inspector over the last five days.

"We'll search every house.

And when you least expect it, we'll be knocking on your door."

So stop complicating things and surrender.

Like I told the inspector,

surrendering was never an option.

I'll be here waiting.

Not everyone is letting us into their homes.

Many people are on their side. They're heroes on TV.

We're the guys who want to catch them.

-Call Judge Andrade and request a search warrant.

We can't bust into 10,000 homes.

The antennas cover an 850-metre radius. We have to narrow it down.

Fine, we'll narrow it down.

But call Judge Andrade and request a search warrant.

I see you've got it all under control.

I don't understand what I'm doing here.

-Am I under arrest? -No, you're not under arrest.

You're being investigated.

Okay,

then I'm leaving.

Inspector.

Before you leave, turn in your badge and your gun.

Tap my phone if you want!

Wait, wait.

You go ahead, I'll get you a new jumpsuit.

Hi.

Ari.

Why did you sabotage the escape plan?

Because of Denver?

You hit Arturo because you two have something.

-Monica, did he force you? -No.

Why are you with him?

Because I love him.

Because I love him, I know

it may sound ridiculous.

You might think it's crazy but...

it's real.

It's real, Ari.

It's the first time someone has

looked me in the eye and is honest.

He really loves me.

And you...

you're with Berlin?

Just for survival.

I thought they were killing people.

And that they had killed you too.

I thought I was saving myself.

Come here.

Berlin disgusts me, he makes me sick.

And now the asshole thinks I have feelings for him,

that we are living a love story.

He wants me to marry him when we get out,

to take care of him.

He's sick.

I know.

And are you going to do it?

It'll only be a year. I don't know, we're going

to travel the world.

Living like kings.

And going...

to fancy places and that's it.

Thousands of people accept these proposals every day.

Ari...

But is it worth it?

I'm going to keep all of his money.

He fucked up my life, Monica.

I take four tranquilisers a day just to be able to bear his presence.

He raped me.

He raped me.

When he's by my side and he can no longer move,

when he has only me,

I'll tell him what a son of bitch he is for all he's done to me.

The calls made by the suspect over the last five days

were recorded by these three antennas, located here,

here and here. Except the one he made from the Canillas police station.

You were right. It's a wide radius.

Gómez, ask telecoms to triangulate the signal

to limit the suspect's area of activity.

Everything would be easier if Ángel was here.

He's the only one who knows the exact location of the hideout.

"The inspector was at the edge of the abyss,

balancing to avoid falling into it for good.

Thinking about how ridiculous it was

to have gone from inspector to suspect in a couple of minutes."

"And she decided to do what her mother had so often told her to do.

Chase after the bad guys."

"Raquel had sniffed a lead. And so, without a deputy inspector

to assist with the investigation, she opted for other help."

-Look, Paula's markers,

with chewed-up caps, like you used to do.

-Thanks, Mum. Give me one.

So, on the day of our first date I arrived 25 minutes early.

I called him and he said

he was heading out right then.

-See you soon.

-We met

here, at Hanoi.

He walked there and it only took five to seven minutes.

Pity, for once you land a good guy... Why do you want to know how long it took?

To know how far away from the café he was.

DISTANCE WALKING, 5 - 7 MINS,

500 METRES APPROX.

In that timeframe he could have travelled 500 metres at best.

More or less.

His hideout

is in this area.

He took one of these streets to get to the café.

I'm sure one of the surveillance cameras taped it.

I have to narrow it down. Give me another one.

I'll get the recordings from that area

to figure out the route he took.

Are you sure about this?

Mum,

I'll find him no matter what it takes.

Be careful, dear.

We have a badly-injured man.

Three gunshots in the abdomen and it's been a few hours.

Where is he?

I don't know how long before I get him out.

And listen,

the police are tracking me down.

Is it safe for them?

They already know and they agreed to their part.

Yours would be ten million.

I need abdominal laparotomy gear,

a medical ventilator and surgical equipment.

Can you get it?

I'll take care of it.

WEDNESDAY 09:36 AM

14 HOURS AFTER THE SHOOT-OUT

Good morning. Inspector Murillo.

I need the footage from the cameras from October 23rd.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

Bye.

Thank you.

-Did you find out anything yet?

-I'm starting to draw

the route he took to the café.

Look, that narrows the area down

to this triangle.

If he went to the Hanoi this way,

His hideout is very close, in this area.

I have to go out again, Mum.

The bulk of the calls were made from this area.

So the Professor must have used these streets.

Check the surveillance tapes from this area.

Get the judge to issue a warrant.

-"This is headquarters..."

And now...

your son...

told me he hates me.

Your son

adores you.

No matter what he says in the heat of the moment.

I know he doesn't hate you.

Well, I deserve it.

I took his mother from him.

No.

No, you did great.

You have a wonderful son.

Strong.

Noble.

And that...

that's thanks to you.

I did what I could, honey...

He came out a little nuts, didn't he?

I have never

been as happy

as the day I met you.

If I have to go to some place now,

I'd like it to be that one.

The village festival.

And dance with you,

together

with the lights.

With the colourful lights.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-What are you doing? -Listen!

Do you hear that?

It's them!

-It's them. -How much is left?

30 or 40 centimetres.

Come on. Let's go!

Hey!

Hey!

Professor!

We're here!

They're here.

They're here!

Hey!

They're here!

They're right there!

One more!

One more!

Professor!

You're going to get ink on the wall, dear.

Mum,

where are your car keys?

That car hasn't been used for a long time, dear.

Well, it's about time

we take it for a spin.

Professor!

Denver!

Monica, tell my father to hang in there.

We're almost there!

-Denver. -We're almost done!

-Go back up. -What?

-Go back up. -Not now!

-Listen, Denver! -I'm not...

-Denver! -What?

Go back up.

You need to go back up, now.

I'm not going back up now.

Denver, stop!

I'm not going back up now!

No!

We're so close, Monica.

I know. Listen.

You have to go back up, now.

Do you understand? Look at me.

If you don't go up now,

you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

Go up.

Go up.

-"Hey!"

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

-"Come on!"

I'm here, Dad.

Just hold a little longer because we're going to make it.

Right, Rio? We're digging like crazy.

We already hear the Serbs on the other side.

Don't worry.

Dad...

-What? -That...

That thing I said about

hating you...

I could never feel that for you.

I can't hate you, okay?

It's okay. Don't worry.

You did what you had to do with Mum.

But I can't hate you.

Monica.

Yes?

I'll give you 300 million if you keep him.

This guy's a headache.

I brought him here,

But...

now I'm going on vacation.

Of course I will.

Take care of him.

Gentlemen.

I haven't introduced myself.

Agustin Ramos.

And it's been a pleasure.

I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

So much.

And I'm not letting you go.

Rio, bring all the explosives we have left.

I'm blowing up that tunnel.

Don't.

If you blow the tunnel

you'll bury us all.

But Dad...

You have to carry on.

And remember...

-Remember what? -No rear-view mirrors.

Alright.

Alright.

But I don't know if I can...

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you too.

It was for the absence of your lips

That I cried for the first time

And I cursed having met you

For not being able to stop loving you

You, my wife I wished to make

And without love, I searched for luck

"I pulled out a gun

And fate brought death"

"María, my life, my love

I promised

That I'd return

But I will not return

I was caught by the police

María, my life, my love

I will not stop

Loving you

The hugs that I lost

You will not see me again."