Original subtitles

♫ Leave your home... ♫

According to astrophysicists, nearly all the gold on Earth

came from a meteor shower four billion years ago.

♫ Live alone ♫

Maybe this violent arrival is the reason it's always been cursed.

♫ Eat your cake ♫

Because no other metal's gotten so many people killed...

♫ Vanderlyle crybaby cry ♫

...as the one that we use when we propose to someone.

♫ Oh, the water's a-rising ♫

♫ There's still no surprising you ♫

♫ Vanderlyle crybaby cry ♫

♫ Man, it's all been forgiven Swans are a-swimmin' ♫

♫ I'll explain everything to the geeks... ♫

No other metal has caused this much pain.

And this much madness.

Professor, please open the door.

- No! No! - You need to open the door!

Leave me alone.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing? Hey!

Mónica, stop it! Why the fuck are you laughing?

- Leave her alone. She's not well. - Mónica, Tokyo's dead!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I took a little morphine.

What?

I was just another name in that endless list of casualties

where gold is the only survivor.

Because while everything else decays,

gold remains flawless.

Tokyo's dead?

Tokyo is dead.

Tokyo is dead.

Tokyo is dead?

Yes.

I just wanted the pain to go away.

♫ I'll explain everything to the geeks ♫

Professor, you need to control your breathing.

Come on, breathe.

Hold your breath

and count with me. One...

...two, three, four...

And let the air out.

Do it again, Professor.

Take a deep breath.

Count.

One, two, three...

Colonel, we've taken down Silene Oliveira, Tokyo.

Ugh, finally, some good news. Put him in the speakers!

Gentlemen, we've successfully brought down one of the robbers.

Oliveira held her ground.

Salvador Torrecilla is down.

Lucas Hernando, down.

Isaac Cobo, down.

Mateo Canalejas, down.

And César Gandía, down.

Ramiro Vázquez, injured. Arantxa Arteche, minor injuries.

And I am unharmed.

I'm sorry.

Your operation is aborted. Prepare to be evacuated by air.

No, Colonel.

We are not going to withdraw.

We came in here to complete a mission,

put an end to this heist, and that's what we're gonna do.

Sagasta, there's two of you including the psycho.

Right now, this isn't even a possibility.

You're mistaken,

because this time they won't see it coming.

So, Colonel, don't order any other operation.

Over and out.

- Are you sure you're okay? - It's nothing. Just a loose shard.

Give me your tag.

Is anybody there?

I've got a wounded man here.

He needs to be evacuated.

- And the others? - They're all down.

It's just the wounded man and myself.

Professor, the soldiers wanna negotiate.

I repeat, they wanna negotiate. Requesting permission to proceed.

Are you feeling better?

Shh.

Professor, Sierra is running away. She stole a car.

Benjamín, you stay in charge.

Marseille, with me.

For fuck's sake.

It's the Professor.

I need a private line with Palermo and Lisbon.

♫ 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 ♫

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BARENTS SEA 5 Years Before D-Day

And there's the platform.

Thank you.

The adventure at the Bank of Spain began a long time ago,

in one of the most remote places on the planet.

Like basically everything in Berlin's life,

it began with a robbery, and this was one of the most surreal ones he'd ever done.

You ready?

Stealing the extraction pump from an oil platform.

It's there he met Bogotá.

That's our man, Santiago. He's an underwater welder.

He's been working on platforms for over 20 years.

Twenty years working and now you want to be a thief.

With such coarse hands.

Well, yours are so soft I think I'm gonna use them to jerk off.

If in 20 years you're too scared to leave a prison like this,

there's only one explanation. You're a coward.

And we can't bring someone into the heist that's a coward.

I think this sea is for cowards, you piece of shit.

You came dressed in your mother's coat.

Let him go, unless you want to fly with the cormorants.

Oh! Ooh.

Hey, hey.

Why didn't you ever get out?

Because I have seven kids.

Oof, your wife's hips must be as worn out as the wheel on a mill.

Seven kids with seven completely different women.

This guy is an endangered species.

We thought we were the only romantics left on this earth,

but looks like we found another one!

Ah. It's wonderful.

Can it manage to move 90 tons of gold?

If there's one machine in the world that could do it, it's this one.

It extracts the aggregates from the seabed as if it were baby food.

Señoritas!

Things upstairs are starting to get really fucked up.

I want that extraction pump connected in two hours! Understood?

Understood!

There's still ten tons left to melt, right?

We'll keep melting it while we get the gold out.

Come on, dammit! Today is the big day! We'll be home for Christmas dinner!

Let's do it!

- Professor. - Sierra took one of the cars.

- What? - But we're going after her.

You just let a new mother with a baby in her arms run away?

Did you sing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" thinking you were a family?

So what the fuck happened?

- For a moment I got a little lost. - Sergio. Sergio, listen to me.

You're gonna catch her. You take care of that.

We'll stay here and continue with the plan.

Good luck, brother.

Matías, help us with the door. We're gonna negotiate with the soldiers.

Go ahead. Open the door.

I have a gift for them.

I'm gonna light them up.

Then you negotiate however you want.

Put the weapon down.

No.

What are you gonna say? That you're all here because of me?

I never even asked to be rescued.

Let it go, Rio.

Give me the weapon.

Give me the fucking weapon! No one's gonna die here anymore!

That... That's exactly our problem.

We keep wanting to be the good guys.

But in war, good guys don't exist.

Gandía killed Nairobi.

And what did we do?

Took care of him and let him go.

And what did he do?

He came back and killed Tokyo.

Now we wanna look after these motherfuckers? What for?

So they can come back and kill us tomorrow?

And you know why?

Because the truth is, we don't have the balls

to kill someone in cold blood like we should have.

When we had Berlin...

he took care of those things. You knew him, right?

What do you think he would've done with Gandía?

I'll tell you.

Executed him...

for killing Nairobi.

And Tokyo would still be alive.

If it was up to me,

you'd be rotting away in the desert in Algeria.

And Nairobi and Tokyo would still be alive.

As well as the six soldiers that just died.

But here we are.

And you... you're still alive.

So don't fuck with me and try not to get anyone else killed.

Matías, take care of the door.

Shit! He's even in the fucking screen.

It's a safety feature. You can't disable the camera.

Alicia, we know where you are. The car is geolocated.

This chase is absurd.

Yeah, no shit.

You can't get away. If you did, you'd go to jail.

Wow, so now you care if I go to jail? Or are you trying to clear my name?

Your name is beyond clearing.

All Tamayo's done is just throw another shovelful of dirt on you.

Yeah, I'm up to my ass in dirt. Hmm, kinda like you.

You're incapable of seeing that because you think you're better than me.

Of course I do.

Tell that to Tokyo and Nairobi. They're dead because of you.

If you found where we hid Rio,

this could've happened months ago without making this whole mess,

without risking so many lives,

but of course, that would be just way too simple

for an ego as big as yours, wouldn't it?

You didn't give a shit about that kid.

Or breakfast with the goofy grandma or taking walks on the beach with Paulita.

It's great for a vacation,

but every fucking day? Sounds like a shit time.

So one morning you woke up, looked in the mirror, and said,

"Should I buy a minivan or set up a huge fucking heist

to get out of my terrible and boring life?"

Am I right? Or am I right?

Son of a bitch.

It's okay, sweetie.

And no further good manners.

You're going to spend what's left of the heist tied up and gagged.

I'm sure you'd like that.

I'll follow the road so I can block Sierra head-on.

Copy.

♫ Victoria went to Paris Riding a pretty gray horse ♫

♫ Trotting, trotting, trotting Galloping, galloping, galloping ♫

♫ Victoria went to Paris Riding a pretty gray horse ♫

♫ Walking, walking, walking ♫

♫ Trotting, trotting, trotting ♫

♫ Galloping, galloping, galloping ♫

♫ Victoria went to Paris... ♫

Marseille, out of the way or I'll hit you.

I'm not moving.

If you don't, you're gonna kill a mother and her baby. You're not a murderer.

- I've seen how you hold her. - Stop the car.

Don't act crazy, Alicia!

I'm not acting crazy... I am crazy.

Professor, I've got two flat tires.

Professor!

I can't right now, Marseille. I can't right now.

Helsinki.

Helsinki, how are you feeling?

If they'd cut my leg off before,

I'd be better by now.

Stockholm...

who died?

Tokyo.

I heard four grenades.

Who else?

Six soldiers.

Could've been worse.

Denver and Manila could have died too and you could've been a widow today.

Yeah.

Zbogom, Tokyo.

We should've gone in with them in a simultaneous attack

with several contingents. That's the way things are done.

- Contingent, contingent, contingent... - Suárez, Suárez. Suárez!

Tamayo, those five soldiers had children.

Hernando, three kids.

Canalejas, twin girls who aren't even one year old yet.

- Cobo, one kid and another on the way. - What did you say?

- That Cobo was expecting... - That's it! For fuck's sake, that's it.

I want photos of those soldiers with their children,

eating bonbons, with their little family pets, on vacation...

What the fuck are you talking about?

Make it look like a fucking Christmas movie!

We gotta show the world those disfigured bodies

and how their asses are covered in shrapnel.

We're gonna parade them around town like the corpse of fucking Che Guevara.

The tears are gonna fill the streets.

What are you trying to do?

Are you trying to use the pain of these families to make emotional porn?

Those Robin Hoods have just executed five national heroes, all right?

And no one's gonna cheer for a group of murderers.

By tomorrow no one's even gonna wear a red shirt anymore!

Martínez, get Intelligence on the line, personnel division.

Come on, are you fucking crazy?

One wrong move and we open fire.

You're wasting your time. All of them are dead.

This is as far as you'll get, sweetie.

Let's see if what your friend's saying is true.

Easy now, okay? Do it slow.

She was wearing this.

It's Aníbal Cortés's.

Okay, so what are your terms?

My man needs to get a blood transfusion and a surgeon. He leaves, and I stay.

I'll be your prisoner until the heist is done.

No. You stay, he stays, and we bring in a surgeon.

Colonel Tamayo,

I need you to send a surgeon in here to treat Ramiro Vázquez.

They're not letting us leave.

We'll get it done.

Okay, give me the radio and consider yourself my prisoner.

Do you smoke?

I quit nine months ago for health reasons, but frankly,

it seems hypocritical.

What happened in there?

Oliveira pulled the pins on her grenades,

then she let us shoot her down.

When we went to finish her off, her grenades exploded,

which in turn triggered my men's grenades.

She wasn't really one to surrender.

She would've made an excellent soldier... if she had chosen the right side.

You still believe there's a right side?

I think the world is chock-full of fucking bastards.

Politicians are absolute fucking bastards.

But dictators are much worse.

Soldiers like us are also big fucking bastards.

But terrorists like you are so much worse.

So here we are. Yes, there's right sides.

Paradoxical, don't you think?

That you need to use violence to keep the peace.

Now you want me to sit here and believe that you're fighting for a better world?

Is that right?

I'm here out of love for a man and an idea.

You loved your commandos.

You and I both knew it was gonna come to this.

And yet, we led them on to death.

Maybe we did them a favor, I don't know.

Or condemned them to something worse.

But there are no right sides in the inferno, Commander.

They say that when someone dies tragically,

their spirit lingers for a while in the place where they lost their life.

And that sometimes, for a few seconds,

the living can feel the dead they once loved.

Rio felt it.

I wanted to tell him it was me,

and that I wasn't gone yet.

That I was at peace.

That I wasn't suffering.

And so much more.

My mom invented a trick. It was a magic door.

If I was scared, I could open it and she'd be right there.

This door will always be open for you.

You can come in whenever you want.

Thank you.

Look at us.

It looks like a scene from a movie.

Pointing our guns at each other in the rain,

like Liberty Valance.

Has anyone ever challenged you to a duel, Professor?

They say whoever shoots first has a better chance of surviving.

Don't force me to prove it, Alicia. Put the gun down.

Saving Rio was just an excuse.

An excuse to rescue your life from boredom, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

I've lived most of my life without an identity...

hiding in obscurity like a ghost.

My life with Raquel has been a dream.

But I also have dreams of my own.

And by kidnapping Rio, you made those dreams a reality.

I understand. So you rescued the kid to arm-wrestle the State?

Some people dream of bungee jumping.

But me, I wasn't gonna die without robbing the Bank of Spain.

You fucking narcissist, egocentric son of a bitch.

- God, I love being right. - If you don't put it down, I'll shoot.

You're not gonna shoot.

Drop the gun.

You're not going to shoot.

You're not gonna shoot.

You bastard. I didn't think you'd actually do it.

It's a good thing I emptied the clip.

Now we're tied.

We've both shot each other, both emptied our clips.

Shall we play a tiebreaker?

To shoot or not to shoot?

What shall we do, Professor?

Tokyo died because she was fed up with paradise.

Because one day, she woke up

and she was tired of paradise.

And you know what? I understand that.

I had my paradise.

I lived by the beach, really fucking far from the city,

95 km away.

But every Friday, I came up with a new excuse

to go out partying because I just had to feel alive.

So I haven't matured as much as I thought.

Dani, we used to go out every fucking day.

I think that we've matured a little bit.

I felt like I didn't fit in.

And that makes me sad.

And you know what I kept thinking about, even in my paradise?

The two of us.

I remember how we were the last ones to leave the discos.

I even called you once from a phone booth at 6:00 a.m.

but it rang once and I hung up.

You got a call from Indonesia, remember?

Mm-hmm.

I did get a missed call from Indonesia

at 1:15 in the morning.

That was because of the time difference.

So are you telling me that, um, in paradise,

on a fucking amazing remote beach,

watching the sunrise,

you thought about me, Dani?

So much.

About Sundays when they turned the lights on in the disco

and our feet were stuck to the floor?

Is that what you missed while you were in paradise?

Well...

Well, that sucks.

Because now I don't know what to do.

I came here and I swear to you I thought, "I'll go for it, I don't care."

Because you can't waste your life wishing you were with someone.

But then I saw you, and I said, "Uh, Mm-mm. No."

"Stop, Julia, because it's best if you don't."

And now you tell me this and...

I don't know what to do.

You're leaving me with this, with all this responsibility.

What responsibility?

Of pulling away.

Denver, Manila, the surgeons are here.

Go open the door and bring them over to treat the wounded.

- Denver. - Coming!

On my way.

Hey, it's no big deal.

No big deal.

No big deal.

It's okay. It's all right. Come on.

Let me tell you something, this time as a mother.

You were wrong to give up your life in Thailand to steal a country's gold.

You know why?

Because at the end of the day, you're not gonna miss the thrill of being a criminal,

but you'll miss the comfort of a family.

Think about it.

Okay, so this is Emilio, the oldest, he lives in Venezuela.

This one's Julián, he lives in Mexico City.

He calls me "güey."

Now Hanna, a violinist. Beautiful, right? She's in Finland.

This is Drazen, this guy's in Montenegro.

When I call to wish him a happy birthday, he says, "Much obliged, sir."

This one's Ivanna.

She's got a temper, but she's a great artist.

A blonde girl, a Black boy, a redhead...

I would say that they're all from different parents,

but I guess they must take after their mothers.

Here comes the foreman.

- Huh. - Yup.

Emil Enberg, foreman in charge of the platform.

Alberto Mendoza, engineer, and his assistant.

Good to meet you.

Delight to meet you. I just check the extraction pump.

Would you mind if I switched to Spanish for the technicalities?

Sure.

We've sabotaged this priceless pump to get it out of here.

Tell him we're going to steal it from him.

Well, seemingly, it's about impelling capacity of the pump.

The axle, seal, and bearing have been damaged.

It's impossible to repair it here.

It needs to be transported to the mainland. I'm so sorry.

Tell him that we're also taking this gentleman here with us.

He spends so much time alone underwater, breathing a mix of oxygen and helium,

that he's realized his wallet is full

of photos of the seven families he hasn't had.

His children call him "güey" and "sir" because nobody calls a stranger "Dad."

That's why he wants to get involved in our heist,

to see if he can have a family that isn't just on photo paper.

By the way, tell the foreman we charge 50% up front.

He's going to have to pay us to rob him. Translate, sir.

Well, he's giving some instructions

about the sea transport to Stavanger,

we should cover the cost in advance.

But in eight days, you'll have the pump back here.

Of course.

This guy is awesome. Ask him if he has a sister.

Backpacks on the conveyor belt. You, that way. Now.

Move.

Go on.

Double open fracture of the radius and ulna.

He's got a bullet wound in the lower third of the leg, with no exit.

And a puncture hemorrhage to the torso.

All yours, Doctor.

Here's the second man to operate on.

My leg is crushed.

Femoral fracture and displaced patella.

Probably the tibia and the fibula are shattered as well,

with femoral torsion.

And a possible tear, not too big.

We controlled the hemorrhage by compressing it.

It's a disaster.

Hope your hands are steady, Doctor.

But he goes first.

Colonel, something's happening.

They're sending information from the bank. It's a real-time video, a livestream.

I don't care how, just block.

I can't, I block one signal then hundreds come up.

Then I want to see it. Put it on the screen.

We're recording this video to make an important announcement.

Today, seven people have died

inside the Bank of Spain.

What?

Six soldiers and Silene Oliveira,

Tokyo.

- No... - No.

A few years ago,

I used to think that Tokyo was a person

incapable of self-reflection. She hurt people.

I thought she was a killer, that she had no feelings.

And then, I got to know her.

I remember I slapped her once.

We were on a beach and, uh,

she didn't trust me.

And I thought that her idea...

of rescuing Aníbal Cortés

was nothing but an impulse of a spoiled girl...

who was feeling guilty.

Then I realized...

she was doing it out of love.

Very few people in this world

are capable of braving the impossible to save someone.

Today, I know

that we've failed.

I'm hurt by the loss of these lives.

And I ask you for your forgiveness, on behalf of all of us,

for having turned a rescue...

into a war with casualties.

From today on,

we're no longer worthy of being followed,

cheered on,

or applauded.

It's likely that we're not getting out of here.

So we ask that all those people who believed in us,

that great red tide that's supporting us outside the doors of the bank,

to please go home.

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

We're not leaving! We're not leaving!

They beat us to it, that fucking bitch!

The first to tell the story is the one telling the truth.

Now if we go out there with our Christmas annihilation story,

it'll be as useful as a pile of shit!

She beat us, the fucking crybaby with her manipulative sentimentality.

With one small difference.

She actually believed what she was saying.

Consuelo, what's wrong?

The surgeon just told me that...

Arturo is alive.

I'm thrilled.

I crashed.

I thought that was it for me.

But I'm here, I'm back.

- I don't know what you... - Wait.

Okay.

A moment ago, up there...

you were on the verge of dying.

And I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like to live without you, Denver.

I can't.

It felt like knives inside of me.

And I don't know.

I don't know if we'll make it out of here, but...

if anything happens, Denver, I don't want it to be while we're angry,

or distant, or doubtful, because I have no doubts.

I love you.

I love you too, a lot.

I know.

And nothing could possibly be more important.

Plus...

you and I both know it's possible to love during a heist.

I fell in love during one.

Consuelo?

Consuelo, it's me.

Consuelo?

We've been waiting for you.

I really love your home.

Are you okay?

- What the fuck are you doing here? - Shh! No swear words.

At this age, they're like little sponges. I don't want you traumatizing her.

So, good vibes only. Just smile.

Touch one hair on my wife's head and I'll wipe you off the earth.

You're threatening me? Really?

The coward who didn't send reinforcements to the Bank of Spain

because the Professor had him by the cojones?

I don't know where you got that false information from, but it's not true.

I was there, in the lion's den,

listening to him blackmail you with some recordings.

Let's just talk about that in private, if you don't mind.

I'm sure your wife is well aware of how disgusting you are.

Okay.

Where is the Professor?

Ta-da!

"What are you wearing, Colonel?"

He's in my power.

I could put a little ribbon on him right now and hand him over to you.

What do you want in exchange?

You shut your fucking mouth.

I want you to publicly take back all the defamation you said about me.

Resign from your position and assume full responsibility.

As is your duty.

And then you deliver the Professor on a silver platter.

Like a hero.

For this great service to the nation.

And what if I don't fucking feel like it?

If you don't fucking feel like it, I'll pull a Raquel Murillo.

I'll switch sides, with all that entails.

I'll run away with the Professor. We'll drink some caipirinhas.

Assuming you have the Professor and hand him over to me, which I doubt,

you really think I'd incriminate myself, go to trial, and get thrown in jail

just so this man doesn't get his way? No, Alicia. Come on.

I'd rather we're both free than both in jail, don't you agree?

I'm even starting to like him, for fuck's sake.

It's a figure of speech, honey.

The real dilemma here is this.

Either you go ahead and you shoot me right now

and don't get out of jail until your son's balls are shriveled...

She's a girl, you piece of shit.

...or you give me the gun and maybe you get a reduced sentence,

because about... three minutes ago,

I hit the panic button on the alarm for this house,

and the police are about to burst through that goddamn door!

López de Orgaz St.

Oh!

López de Orgaz No.3.

Tamayo.

Shut up.

Who is it?

Hi. Good afternoon, ma'am. Listen, I have a registered letter for 5C, Mr. Tamayo.

Would you be so kind as to open the door so I can leave him the notice? Thank you.

Vamos, vamos, vamos.

- Come on! - Keep going!

I told you. Now you have no choice but to trust me.

- Let's go, move it! - Yes?

Ma'am, can I give you the notice for Mr. Tamayo?

One second.