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-Awesome job. -What did you just say?

That's what you should tell the journalists too:

that the robbers did an excellent job.

You have three days to decide.

If you're in, I'll be waiting for all three of you at the address I gave you.

I'm not in.

Goodbye.

Enjoy your profits.

I think I'll go.

Freedom, Vakis. Freedom.

Did you meet with them?

Yes.

So? How did it go?

Not well at all.

-Did you get the results? -Yes.

-And? What did he say? -Early-stage Parkinson's.

Do you know how much has piled up? Eight. Eight months' rent.

Where will you find the money to pay me?

-Want me to drop you somewhere? -Wherever's convenient.

In a ditch?

You're a real comedian. We're going to have so much fun.

Come on, let's go!

And you're coming to me now...

when we both know very well what it is to do time, to ask me if I'm up for it.

-Right. -Of course I'm in!

With bells on!

I have no secrets from Manolis, talk.

-So he'l be in the robbery too? -There's nothing...

nothing that you could... take part in.

Mrs. Olga? Should I stay, in case you need help?

ATHENS

THE HEIST OF THE CENTURY

OVERDUE DEBTS: FORECLOSURES AND REPOSSESSIONS ON THE RISE

PATISSERIE

UNIFORMS, CONES, BARS, BADGES WITH LOGOS OF "ETYDAP S.A."

BANK ENTRANCE

HUGE FORTUNES WERE TAKEN FROM 301 SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES

HEIST FROM THE INSIDE

DEPOSIT BOXES WERE FOUND AT THE TUNNEL'S EDGE

HEIST OF THE CENTURY - 2 WELL-KNOWN MERCHANTS BEHIND THE GRAND SCAM

The series is inspired by true stories

You've already stated that the alarm went off on Friday at midnight. Right?

Correct.

-And did it go off again? -Yes, Saturday at noon.

After that, the alarm didn't go off again...

and on Monday you discovered the robbery.

On Friday, at four in the afternoon, the bank employees began to leave.

The last ones to leave, around eleven at night...

were the cleaning ladies, who left the branch...

without noticing any strange noise or any other suspicious movement.

Yes, we've already interrogated the cleaning ladies.

They told us everything.

So, at midnight that same day, on Friday...

the bank alarm went off.

I personally went there...

to see what was going on.

The bank was closed. There were no signs of forced entry.

There were no broken windows, and everything looked normal.

So I assumed that the alarm had been triggered by a noise...

perhaps an exhaust pipe or something like it. So I left and went back home.

The next day, Saturday, at three fifteen in the afternoon...

the alarm goes off again. So I go back to the bank...

to see what's happening, and once again everything seems normal.

However, I contacted the offices of the alarm company.

On Sunday I went back to the bank, this time with my wife...

because I had left a jacket there.

And I saw that the alarm was deactivated.

I called the local police station to report it, and they told me...

that they were aware of the false alarms...

and that they had already contacted the alarm company, and decided...

to deal with the problem the following day, on Monday.

So based on what you saw, there was nothing to cause any concern.

Of course I was concerned! Do you know what it's like to hear noises...

coming from underground in the middle of the night...

and then see people coming out of the ground, of the manhole, like zombies?

The ones coming out of the manhole... did you see them up close?

What business did I have in the streets in the middle of the night?

Heaven forbid! I saw them from the balcony.

-Do you remember how many there were? -Sometimes one, sometimes two...

-sometimes three. -Could you describe them?

-Even roughly? -There was definitely a tall one.

And there was a short one.

-And another one, medium height. -What else did you see?

I saw the safety deposit boxes in complete disarray, broken into.

The place looked like there had been an explosion.

There was also a hole high up in the wall.

I immediately ran and notified Mr. Kourtidis.

How many deposit boxes are there in the bank?

1,151.

-How many were broken into? -About three hundred.

Do you believe that the selection of the 300 boxes...

-Three hundred and one. -...of the 301 boxes, then, was random?

How would I know?

-Why weren't all of them broken into? -We should be thanking God for that!

Do you think that they ran out of time? Perhaps they had specific targets?

What kind of questions are these? Do I need to lawyer up?

That's up to you. If you think you need legal representation...

then you are entitled to one, just as I am entitled to suspect someone...

who wants to lawyer up while I'm asking some very simple questions.

-Simple? -Yes, Mr. Kourtidis. Simple.

I'm asking for your assessment.

Maybe the perpetrators were looking for something specific.

Maybe you know that some of the contents of the boxes were...

Hold it. How is it possible for me to know what clients put in their boxes?

That would be illegal, you know.

These are illegal acts we are talking about, Mr. Kourtidis.

The only illegal act, officer, in this case, is the heist.

And the only criminals are the ones who did it.

Under no circumstances could I know the contents of the boxes.

No bank anywhere in the world knows...

what the boxes contain. You know, that's the whole point of them.

Someone puts something inside, and no one knows what it is but them.

Obviously, customers who use deposit boxes for valuable items...

use them for cash, documents, family heirlooms...

Between us, someone could surely store something illegal in there.

What if it turns out that someone hid something illegal in a box?

Are we playing games now, officer?

If someone hid something illegal, and that is somehow found out...

then we have to follow a certain protocol, if you must know.

You're not making any sense.

I'm making perfect sense.

The fact that you don't want to understand makes me believe...

that I'll be needing a lawyer.

Well, you have my statement. Good day to you!

RIFIFI The Plan

My name is Argyris and I'm sober.

Are we really doing this now?

Not exactly, but it's not too far off.

I want to make myself clear: I didn't come here to take part...

in what's about to happen, but to hear what you want us to do...

and tell you whether I'm in or not.

Quiet, tall guy. You're in.

I agree with Antonis, same goes for me.

Let's not start the bullshit again. We all have our issues, but we're in.

We said that if even one person is out, the job won't be done at all.

Yes, we've probably moved past that stage.

Either way, whether the job is done with everyone, or with half of us...

or whether we don't go through with it at all, we need to be sure...

that none of us here will cause the others harm.

I've never done anything like this before.

What, you think I have?

While I rob a bank every day? Hallelujah!

That's exactly why you're here, because you've never done it before.

If you had done it before, I wouldn't have approached you.

And because I'm certain that for none of us money is the motive...

I'd like us to say...

the reason why each of us is here.

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm here for the money.

Why are you talking shit now? You're here for the money?

-No, for the stamps. -Is that so?

Because when I told you about it, I don't remember you asking anything...

about money or people or the split up.

The only thing you told me was...

that you got all worked up because the plan was so insane...

and that you couldn't wait to meet the chick who came up with it.

And that means what? That I don't care about the money?

And if the plan is "we put stockings over our heads, guns, and storm in"?

-Are you still in? -No, Michalis.

If that's the plan, I'm not in. I'm not an idiot.

Since I know you're not, stop pretending to be one.

I want to screw the system that screwed me.

Not the person in the system who screwed me...

but the system that makes people screw each other.

Argyris and I met when I was working at Vaslamatzis' garage.

Big scumbag, that Vaslamatzis!

He had set up a business with stolen cars.

Don't even look at it. Nothing beats Italian.

It's a treat!

Ok then, take off the plates, let's go.

I brought you a fine piece. You have no complaints, right?

Neither do you.

This situation didn't sit well with me at all but...

there wasn't much I could do.

I had a wife, kids, obligations...

-You stole cars? -Yes.

-And I'm very good at it. -You don't say!

Ok, so you stole them. How did you drive them?

Trade secrets.

-Two months later, they arrested him. -Because that idiot Vaslamatzis...

forgot to erase the chassis number on a stolen car...

and gave it to me to resell. I didn't notice it, and...

Otherwise they would have never caught me. I'm a star.

Argyris went to prison and never said a word.

Not about me, not about the garage, not about Vaslamatzis.

He took it all upon himself.

I was there at every visiting hour. At one of the visits...

I'm getting out in six months.

I know I didn't bring you anything, I just...

got tangled up with work, and didn't have time.

I don't want anything, man. Antonis brings me everything.

That idiot Vaslamatzis has you working Sundays now, too?

It's ok. We had to deliver a car to a customer...

and we were a bit behind.

How much longer do you plan to work for that idiot?

How would I know, Argyris? Have you heard of anyone looking for managers...

so I can hand in my resume?

No, but I do have something in mind.

I have some money saved from the last jobs.

I've stashed it away. I'll tell you where it is. Go get it...

and set up a garage on your own. And we'll split the profit 50-50.

Argyris, thanks for the offer and for the trust, but...

I don't want to deal with stolen goods again.

We'll work legally, you idiot. I'll cut out the bullshit.

Me, you, and our shop. All legitimate.

Tell me, Argyris...

why did you never give anyone up but instead took it all on yourself?

I found the money exactly where Argyris told me it would be.

I rented a shop, bought equipment, and got started.

At some point I took on a big job.

But I rushed to order the spare parts I needed.

The customer never brought the down payment.

He came and took the car back, and I started struggling.

I began issuing checks without funds.

When it was time for them to bounce, I replaced them with others...

post-dated.

I knew I was digging myself into a hole, but...

month in, month out, I somehow managed and...

tried to make up for the losses.

One day, a supplier's accountant made a mistake.

She deposited the check, and it bounced.

It was all downhill from there.

It got to the point where I was forced to go to the bank to find a solution.

I told them how things were, and asked them to help me.

So...

over here...

This is the gentleman.

Alas, there's nothing we can do.

What do you mean by "Alas, there's nothing you can do"?

It means that there's nothing we can do.

What you did is a criminal offense.

What criminal offense, man? I'm telling you it was a mistake.

The holder of the check has already informed you...

that the check was stamped due to his accountant's mistake.

The man wants to replace it, and so do I.

He wants to get paid and I want to pay him, but I can't.

We're trying to figure out a solution.

But even what you're suggesting is illegal.

To issue a check knowing there are no funds to cover for it.

But when the time comes for it to be paid, I will have the funds.

That's not how the system works, sir.

Checks are issued...

based on the money you have in your account.

We don't hand them out left and right like flyers...

waiting for a miracle to cover for them.

I'm not waiting for miracles, sir.

I work, I try.

In any case, the matter is out of our hands now.

It's already with our legal department, which has already filed a complaint...

against you, for uncovered checks.

A complaint against me? But I'll go to prison!

You should have thought of that when you signed the uncovered checks.

I'm sorry.

In the end, I got away with the check.

My father borrowed money, I paid off the check debt...

and the supplier didn't file a complaint.

That part was cleared.

But the shop closed. And everything I had and more I had to sell...

to pay the lawyers and settle the case with the bank.

So why did you go to prison?

Even today, if you ask me to tell you...

I don't know what possessed me.

I can't recall how I did such a thing.

What I do recall, though...

is how everyone inside the bank was looking at me.

Suddenly...

I had their undivided attention.

All eyes were on me.

Had they looked at me with the same concern when I asked them for help...

none of this would have happened.

My father was recently diagnosed with Parkinson's.

My wife left me.

She took the kids and went to Patras to wrap gyros.

And I'm here with you.

The end.

What about you?

Why did you take it all upon yourself?

I, pretty boy, had made a choice.

I got caught and I had to pay the price.

What would change if I also put two more people in prison with me?

I never blamed anyone, neither God nor nature...

for being born the way I was, through no fault of my own.

How would I blame others for what is my own fault?

-You've had a hard life, huh? -Life, Mrs. Olga, is beautiful.

We make it ugly.

You remind me every day of my disability.

You and the high kitchen cabinets.

And God, who, while making you disabled...

lets you dream dreams that aren't meant for you.

For me, hell is not being able to reach the car pedals.

Because heaven, to me, is cars.

I reckon that as a child you had it hard, too.

And it would have been even harder.

But because God is just when He forgets...

He gave me this gift.

The fights he got into for me...

and the beating he's received in my place...

you couldn't possibly fathom.

I'd give my life for him.

I love you, man.

I run a funeral home.

That's it, I run a funeral home.

I don't have a story like yours.

The only thing I have in my life is this guy here.

This guy here...

who's always smiling...

and crazy about life and adventures.

He's full of kindness and love.

It takes guts to be born like this in this country...

and stay clean.

You're my hero.

I'll look after you forever.

Argyris, do you have any family? Siblings?

Six more, but I left them at home.

Me, basically...

I didn't study anything...

I studied nothing. School wasn't my thing.

I worked here and there, but...

everyone took advantage of me.

One time they were idiots, another time I was the idiot...

I'd quit and leave.

I'm constantly fighting with my father.

The old man's driving me crazy, he doesn't get that I want to live.

I want to live my life! I want to feel the adrenaline, live on edge!

So, alright.

The damn bank took our house.

They put it up for auction.

My father had taken up a mortgage because...

my sister's condition is...

it's extremely expensive...

and he relied on me to repay the loan.

But you know I'm an asshole, so how could you rely on me?

How does that make sense to you?

You think I'll suddenly change?

That I'll become someone else, turn classy, work...

and make a ton of money without a degree, without credentials?

Where does such a job exist? Tell me, so I can go do it.

Olga told me your sister is in a wheelchair.

What's wrong with her?

What it's called medically I never learned.

First, because I don't care, and second, because I never saw her...

as disabled.

She was born like that, it's genetic.

She's missing some protein and has less muscle mass.

You get it now, man, why I want to live every day on the edge?

Because it's like I'm living for her...

who has never had any fun ever in her life.

By the way, she misses you a lot.

I miss her too. Tell her that one of these days I'll come visit her.

-Your mother? -She's been dead for years.

Hold on, man. Your mother is dead, your sister is disabled...

your father works wherever he can to be able to help.

-How do you help? -However I can.

First of all, I help them by not being a burden to them.

I haven't managed that yet, but I'm trying.

I stay optimistic and happy. That's not nothing.

And I'm waiting. What do you want from me?

I'm waiting to find something I want and can do to help them.

But working from morning till night just to chip in...

on the morgage payment...

and becoming yet another miserable, unhappy little man...

whose only thing to brag about is that his name is...

on a doorbell of a house, while everything is going to hell? No can do.

But what Olga is suggesting you can do?

Yes, I can. Because this goes beyond me.

This is beyond my strength.

It's beyond all of our strength.

If someone heard us right now, they'd think we're crazy.

Because that's how people are.

That's all they care for: where you were born and who you are.

Not what you could become.

You could become a lifer after this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You weigh things.

If what you have to lose is little compared to what you'll gain...

you roll the dice.

And I've weighed things.

When do you go back inside?

-Monday morning. -And when do you get out again?

There's a law now that if you have a sick person at home, you're entitled...

to furlough, five days a month.

So, in about a month.

-Christmas? -Why, you want me to help you decorate?

We're planning to do the job around Christmas, that's why I'm asking.

So, if we do...

Hypothetically speaking...

...what we gathered here to discuss, we'll do it...

when Michalis gets Christmas leave?

Exactly. It's the best time for something like that.

-And if they don't grant him furlough? -They will.

-How do you know? -I just know.

I get along well with the warden.

I'll take the five days I'm entitled to...

and I'll tack on another five days.

I'll make it.

Excuse me for asking this, but someone has to.

Why does there have to be so many of us?

You took the words out of my mouth, tall guy.

We're not hitting the state treasury.

What we're planning to do is extremely difficult.

And we'll need at least ten days.

So Michalis' leave suits us perfectly.

Ten days to get into a bank?

Sorry, but that also seems kinda...

su...

Suspicious?

Superfluous.

Okay, Themis agrees too.

We'll explain everything in time.

-You, Themis, didn't tell us. -Tell you what?

The Christmas carols. Tell us why you're here, asshole.

-Don't swear, you ashole. -Me, guys...

I'll tell you.

Since school I was the kid everyone slapped around.

And I'll keep being that until I die.

But I'm okay with it, I've gotten used to it all these years.

At some point your neck gets desensitised.

So I'm here, because this way I may manage to land a punch too.

Nice!

When...

when I met my wife, I was working at a printing house.

I studied graphic design.

Eleni and I fell madly in love.

I don't know if from the first moment I saw her I fell in love...

loved her, all of it at once. The feeling was so intense.

But I do know that it was the first and only time in my life...

that I was sure about something.

I was sure our love would last forever.

They say that great loves are the ones that never come true...

or that didn't have the time to flourish.

Something along those lines.

We got a place, got married and, like everyone, we dreamed about the future.

After a few months, the printing house closed. I had to leave.

I went to a magazine, but they paid peanuts.

I ended up...

drawing some porn comics...

printed by a weird guy...

who had a cheese pie shop in Athens as a front.

Dude, what kind of jobs are these? What do cheese pies have to do with porn?

You'd go in, buy the cheese pie, he'd wrap it in porn...

you'd munch on it, get your strength back...

and jerk off.

Now that's a job alright! You go on planting old ladies.

-And? -I got sick of the whole thing.

I lived on unemployment benefit for a while, then became a painter.

A house painter, as Eleni called it.

Don't be like that, baby.

Begging for a day's work, Eleni?

Okay, I'll take up more private lessons...

until you find somewhere to work as a graphic designer.

So many magazines, so many ad agencies... Don't they need people?

Apparently not. I've called everywhere.

"Alas, no openings".

"Alas, we hired someone else".

That's all I hear. How is it possible that everyone else can get...

a fucking job, and I can't?

It's like musical chairs. Someone is always left standing.

-Come on, don't lose it. -I have to accept it.

A painter forever. A painter.

A house painter! Sounds better.

And our kids will have a painter for a father.

No, a house painter.

Of course, no matter if you're a graphic designer or a house painter...

both use money to buy diapers and milk.

Exactly! But let's first have kids and then we'll worry.

With work or without, with kids or without, we'll always be together.

Always.

Baby!

Baby? Baby!

And so, in a moment, in one fucking moment...

dreams started to fade, and "forever"...

became "for as long as"...

"for as long as we can".

Heart valve damage.

She often felt tired, got dizzy spells, but...

she thought it was anemia.

They told us her condition was grave, she had to have surgery immediately.

It's a difficult operation, but its success is guaranteed.

So you have a heart with a problem...

and a doctor who can fix it.

What's missing? A few million...

which of course you don't have.

Unfortunately, the loan you applied for was not approved.

Yes, yes, I know that, but...

we have to find some way. She'll die, don't you get it?

What can I say? Of course I understand.

I have a wife too, I feel you.

But you see, the bank isn't mine. I'm just an employee.

If it were up to me, I'd gladly help. But it's not.

Banks work differently.

How do they work exactly? They let people die?

Look, people trust the bank with their money.

And the bank has the obligation to safeguard that money...

and place it in safe investments to preserve it...

to grow it and return it to reliable clients who need it.

And you... with all due respect, you don't have financial credibility.

You don't have a steady income.

You don't have property in your name.

In short, you have nothing that guarantees...

that if you can't repay the loan, the bank won't suffer a loss.

But if I had property in my name, I wouldn't need...

to be in this position, asking for a loan.

And even if I did... If I even had an income, I'd still need...

to borrow to make up the amount needed for the operation.

Yes, but unfortunately you have neither.

That's why...

-That's why I'm asking for help. -You're not asking for help, sir.

You're asking for charity.

And this isn't a charity, it's a bank.

Good day.

I went to every bank in the country, knocked on every door I knew.

Each time, it ended with "good day".

And the days weren't good.

One was worse than the next.

And Eleni's health was deteriorating rapidly.

Wednesday.

It was Wednesday afternoon.

Do you want me to bring you something?

Forever...

Forever!

I'm sorry, my love. I tried everything I could.

I know.

Don't be sad.

It's okay, my love.

Fly, my soul, fly.

Her eyes...

closed...

never to open again.

And her last words were...

"It's okay, my love".

"It's okay, my love"...

Ugh...

It's not okay, fuck this, it's not okay.

Hey!

That's everything!

Now let's go crush them!

For Eleni and for all the women like her in the world!

Okay, come down now, don't fall and hurt yourself.

Mrs. Olga, you didn't tell us your story.

Wait, I'm curious about something.

Was he in on it from the start?

No, I just...

heard what you were saying and joined.

How did you know where to come? We never said the address out loud.

You didn't say it, but you wrote it down.

But I took the note.

I scribbled over the paper underneath, and saw what you had written.

-Oh, this isn't a good start! -It's a great start.

Come on, let's go now.

Enough with the stories.

We'll reveal everything.

Let's see what we're dealing with.

Excellent model! Who made it?

I did.

We did models at school too.

The details are highly impressive.

This is the shop where I work.

Yeah, you're there serving the pastry.

Speaking of, what's with the pastry thing?

Why do you eat one spoonful and then leave it?

It's enough for me.

Eat a chocolate candy and save the 500 drachmas.

What are you, the stomach police? That's how she likes it.

Come on, cut the talk about sweets now, I'm starting to feel hungry.

Shouldn't we stop this now and hear the plan?

A few days ago I read in a magazine...

that Da Vinci, before discovering how a human could fly...

studied how they would land afterward.

Because, okay...

let's say you fly. How do you come down?

-How is that relevant? -Oh it is.

We want to get in and out of the bank, right?

Okay, say we get in. Guns, hammers, axes: Mrs. Olga will provide those.

But inside the bank there are employees. There are customers.

Outside, passersby.

Okay, we got in. How do we get out?

I didn't expect you to ask such a question, bro.

You're the one who only puts people in.

No, it's a very valid question.

Yeah, but what's the answer?

To start with, there won't be any guns, or hammers, or axes.

And we won't come into contact with anyone.

When we go in, the bank will be closed.

Okay... and with that new fact in mind, let me reverse the question.

Say we get out. How do we get in, if the bank is closed?

You guys are fucked, assholes. "How we get in, how we get out".

Ideally, I want us inside the bank on December 20.

-Why the 20th? -If I gave you another date...

-would you still be asking? -Yes.

Then the question is invalid.

To get in on December 20, we'll have to start on Friday...

December 11.

To get in on the 20th, we start on the 11th.

Nine days to break into a bank?

11 to 20 isn't nine days, it's ten.

Okay, Einstein, I stand corrected.

Michalis, the ten days of furlough you said you'll get at Christmas...

Do you think you can take them from the 11th to the 20th...

without raising suspicion?

-Uh... what day is the 11th again? -Friday.

Friday... that works.

I can say I'm taking my father to the doctor...

and for the rest I'll whine a bit more.

I'll say he needs cataract or prostate surgery, whatever...

-Yeah, I reckon I can manage. -"I reckon" doesn't work for us.

Okay, listen, I'm in prison. It's not exactly something I can control.

Yes, man, but from now on everything has to be in our hands...

and nothing left to chance...

so we need to know.

-Alright, then, yes. -Are you sure?

Oh for f...

I said yes!

Worst case scenario, I'll ask the warden not to give me any more leave...

until December 11.

That doesn't help either.

We need you here for the training as well.

What training? Are we robbing a bank or becoming navy seals?

You're not that far off.

Alright, I said worst case scenario.

He'll give it to me.

Now, if one in a million something does go wrong...

Olga will take care of my father. Right?

Okay, let's not take for granted that we're in. Let's hear the plan first.

Come on, man, that's it, the man has spoken, come on.

That's right, let's go.

Let's hear it.

So, from this point here we go down into the manhole...

This is the manhole.

Essentially we are under the road.

We'll enter here.

To get into the bank, we'll go down through the manhole?

Exactly.

Meaning, if you go down...

and walk all the way through, you come out inside the bank?

If you walk all the way through, you come out in Faliro.

And how do we get into the bank?

By digging.

How will we get the vault out from that tiny manhole?

We won't take out the vault.

We'll take out what's inside. Right?

No. We won't take out neither the vault nor what's inside it.

Then what are we stealing? We'll break into the bank just for the experience?

The safety deposit boxes.

This chart here is from a recent soil analysis in the area.

As you can see, up to half a meter we have artificial fill.

What do we have?

Rubble.

From 0.5 m to 3.60 m the soil texture is very cohesive...

brown, lean, sandy, with clay.

From 3.60 m to 7.60 m the soil texture is brown...

reddish-brown silty, with clay sand and densely packed gravel.

I didn't understand a word.

The manhole we'll go down into is 5 meters deep.

So, going down, the soil we'll need to dig through...

is of the composition Olga just described.

-And why do we care? -We care...

because we need to get the right tools for digging...

as well as the materials to support the soil.

How much will we need to dig?

The safety deposit boxes are at the back of the bank, in the basement.

We'll need to dig 25 meters.

Oh man!

So if we dig 25 meters, we're at the boxes?

No, at 25 meters we'll reach the wall separating us from the boxes.

A concrete wall, 60 centimeters thick.

And another 2 centimeters of steel plate.

And what makes you think we can dig a 25-meter tunnel in ten days?

The soil composition...

the tools we'll have in our disposal...

and the fact that we'll work day and night...

in shifts, because some of us will need to go to work...

so we don't raise suspicion.

And the days won't be ten but nine.

Why nine?

Because we'll need one whole day to cut through the steel wall.

Isn't all this a bit optimistic?

Recently, on a project I supervised for ETYDAP...

two workers in three-hour shifts were digging in similar soil...

1.7 meters per day. We'll need to dig 2.7 meters per day...

to reach the wall behind the boxes by Saturday.

Why Saturday?

Because the closer we get to the bank and the wall...

the higher the chance...

of triggering the bank alarm due to vibrations.

It'll be hard to find anyone to check it over the weekend.

And if they do check, they still won't find anything.

Alright, say they check and don't find anything.

-Won't the alarm go off again? -It will.

Any time they check, they won't find anything...

because we'll be below ground.

And if they get suspicious and check the boxes?

Most likely, after 2―3 times, they'll disable the alarm...

so it doesn't ruin their weekend.

So it doesn't bust their balls.

They'd never think we're like moles underground...

getting ready to enter the boxes.

Let me recap.

We go down into the manhole and lower all our equipment.

I mark the spot where we start digging...

and we begin.

We'll work in shifts of three or four people.

Three will always be below, and one above as lookout.

Of the three below, one will dig...

while the other two will install the supports one meter apart.

Manolis will show them how.

Now, as we dig forward, we'll also lay rails.

And on the rails we'll have a small cart... See this cart here?

...so we can remove the rubble faster.

Manolis and I will instruct you...

on how to dig the tunnel with a slight upward incline.

Like a small uphill.

Uphill? Why?

So the rubble in the cart...

can roll back more easily.

Meaning, you push it empty uphill...

fill it with rubble...

and then it rolls downhill easier.

It's 25 meters of tunnel, where will all that rubble go?

He's right. We'll clog the sewer and won't be able to get out.

Inside the tunnel we'll have one more thing to help us...

and handle the rubble transport.

And who will that be?

The Ilissos River.

You'll dump the rubble into Ilissos, which will be running before us...

and it'll carry it away.

-To Faliro. -Precisely.

If everything goes as planned, digging 2.7 meters per day...

by Saturday morning we'll be at the wall behind the boxes.

As I said before, the closer we get...

the more likely it is that the alarm will go off.

When that happens, we don't stop working...

unless we see people coming in. In that case...

the lookout alerts us and we cease all movement; all noise.

We start again when we're no longer in danger.

This will happen every time something unexpected occurs.

Once we reach the wall of the boxes...

we'll have a bit less than two days.

If everything goes well...

by Sunday morning at the latest we'll be in view of the boxes.

These are the boxes.

Metal door with a double lock, and inside a case with the contents.

You open them with crowbars, put the contents in bags...

place the bags on the cart, and send it out.

I want us to break into as many boxes as we can.

When we're done...

in order to get the stolen goods out...

we'll have a van right above the manhole opening.

In the van, we'll have cut out the floor of the cargo area.

We'll cut it so that whatever comes up from the manhole goes straight...

into the van.

We leave the generator and tools in the tunnel...

and we take off.

We come back here.

We check what we've taken and divide it accordingly.

At that meeting I'll also give you clear instructions...

on what to do with the stolen items...

so you don't raise suspicion.

No one must ever suspect us.

A few days later, Manolis and I will go to the seaside.

We'll take a boat, go a mile out...

and throw some of the stolen items into the sea.

Why do we do that?

So the authorities find the items on the beach and think...

that the robbers escaped abroad by boat.

Exactly.

How tall are you again?

Where will the lookout be?

Above, at the manhole. On the street.

-Out in the open? -Out in the open...

wearing an ETYDAP uniform with all the proper signage.

Argyris will steal a truck like the ones that ETYDAP uses.

Michalis will cut the floor out of the cargo area.

Nikos will design and create the water authority logos...

that will decorate our van.

Uniforms, cones, barriers, and water authority markings...

you'll find them in a warehouse I'll give you directions to.

You'll break in and take what we need.

Alright. And how will we break into the water authority warehouse?

Come on, man, you're about to dig a 25-meter tunnel...

break through a 60 cm concrete wall and 2 cm of steel...

and you're only worried about a shitty warehouse door?

We said we're doing one robbery, not two.

Then ask for your money back.

And they won't catch us? Anyone can just go into a manhole...

and start digging a tunnel under the street?

Good question.

Yes, won't...

-Won't... -There's no salvation.

-He's not coming, we get it. -Won't someone see us?

Right. So many people passing by, even cops might pass.

So what?

It's just a water authority crew working on a manhole.

Why would anyone find it strange?

I'd think a pipe burst and the poor guys are trying...

to fix it swimming in shit.

That's what everyone who sees us will think.

So it's a given that we'll be seen, then!

Aren't you the one who wants to live every moment on the edge?

Trust me.

We've all seen water authority crews working day and night.

No one will find it strange.

Themis, will you be the lookout?

-Me? -Yes, got a problem with that?

I don't, but Mr. Lykourgos, who owns the pastry shop I work at...

and the customers who know me and will see me in a water authority uniform...

might have a problem with that.

Themis has a point.

Themis will watch from the pastry shop for suspicious movements...

should any arise.

And when the shop closes at night, he'll come help.

And what about oxygen? Will we be able to breathe?

Won't we need ventilation? Air coming from somewhere?

We'd have a problem if it was deeper than 50 meters.

But even then we'd solve it with a small blower.

At 5 meters deep and 25 meters long like we'll be...

and in the dead of winter, we won't have any oxygen problem.

I'll say one last thing and then... hallelujah.

Alright, we're supposedly going there to hit the bank...

and the system that screwed our lives.

Why steal the safe deposit boxes and not the vault?

By hitting the boxes, we hit people like us...

who might have something valuable inside.

-You don't hit the bank. -You hit its credibility.

Most banks now insure the money in their vaults anyway...

but not the contents of the safe deposit boxes.

Banks don't even know what's inside the boxes.

By hitting the boxes, you hit their credibility and reputation.

That's what a bank needs to stay afloat, not the money.

Hit it there, and the bank is dead.

And the people with the boxes? People like us?

People like us don't have diamonds or gold bars...

or black money or white money to hide.

But they might have a ring, a photograph of someone they loved...

who died.

They might have something valuable, a family heirloom.

-What do we do about them? -What can we do?

In war, there is collateral damage.

Collateral damage?

Yes. Like Vakis' house...

Michalis' shop...

and your Eleni.

If everything goes as planned...

by Sunday midnight we'll be done.

You go home, rest...

wake up the next day, make coffee and turn on the TV.

-To see what? -Our faces on the screen.

With "Wanted" written underneath.

And an entire country wondering how stupid we were to believe...

we could pull something like this off.

Or...

we'll have pulled off the biggest robbery in Greece...

the heist of the century...

and none of us, until our dying day...

will ever be able to brag about it.

Well, guys.

Now that you've heard everything...

it's time to tell us if you're in or out.

I...

am...

in.

I'm in.

I'm in, dude!

I'm...

in.

-I'm in. -I'm in.

Chara?

What are you doing here?

RIFIFI

Series inspired by true stories. Some characters, events and timeframes...

were adapted for dramatic purposes. Some characters are fictional.

Subtitling Elena Tsaropoulou

Technical Processing COSMOTE TV