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- What's the status on the roof? - All clear up here, sir.

Suarez.

Martínez!

Colonel, we have Gandía.

Gandía, talk to me.

Colonel,

I've eliminated Nairobi and Tokyo.

I'm going out for another attack.

- I'll take a radio. This is the frequency. - Radio!

Suarez, I want all units ready to go.

Units alpha and beta, get in position.

I want everyone on alert.

Everyone in position.

Colonel, they opened fire!

Gandía! Gandía,

respond. Answer me! Gandía, do you copy?

I'm here.

They're closing in on me, sir. I'm caught in the fucking cross fire.

What's your position? Can we give you covering fire?

Negative, Colonel. Heading to the roof, sir.

Requesting immediate evac!

Suarez, for Christ's sake, send a fucking helicopter now.

- Let's go! - Delta 1, get ready for takeoff.

Rescue operation at the Bank of Spain now!

Delta 1.

They've started to fire. I can't see anything!

Colonel. Colonel!

Smoke! Smoke! Sir, smoke's coming out through the roof.

Hang in there, Gandía. The helicopter's on its way.

Get to the roof. We'll cover you.

I'm on the roof now. I have a mask, and I'm dressed in black.

Hold your fire!

Our man's dressed in black.

Give him cover at all times. Be ready for possible crossfire.

Go, go, go!

Now!

Go, go, go, go!

They're on the roof. They've opened fire!

We need cover fire! We need cover fire!

I can't see them! There's too much smoke!

- Where in the fuck is that helicopter? - Delta unit, position.

Two minutes, 50 seconds, sir.

Delta unit, begin approaching our target.

Rescue protocol.

I want the extraction to be quick and clean.

Helicopter in position.

Get 'em out of there, for fuck's sake!

Okay, Delta 1, get in there.

I've got a visual.

I'm locked on one of the suspects. Permission to fire, sir.

Permission to fire, sir.

45 HOURS EARLIER

Mutt, I told you I was gonna kill you.

No!

No!

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one!

What happened?

Your friend Nairobi threw a grenade at me.

Is she okay?

Tell me what happened to Nairobi!

I don't know what happened.

But that bitch is definitely still standing.

Is she recovering?

I think so.

She had a hell of a surgeon.

You know that blood's dripping from you like a stuck pig, right?

♪ 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 ♪

Do you really have to change outfits here in front of all these people?

This isn't an outfit. It's a uniform worn by filthy executives

who check the Nikkei Index while dining with their mistresses. It's revolting.

It got you into an interview with the governor of the Bank of Spain.

Isn't it good enough for a simple cocktail?

You should have parked the car.

Martín complains far less.

Sure.

What? Now what's wrong with Martín?

He follows you everywhere.

So?

He's in love with you.

He's in love with me.

And you know that because you've seen his diary,

or did he confess it to you in tears, drinking away his misery?

I've seen how he looks at you.

How he smiles at every single one of your crazy ideas.

He agrees with everything about your plan,

but he is unable to think critically, reasonably.

He's in love, and that prevents him from being objective.

He's completely objective. He's an engineer.

He calculates complex equations, and this might surprise you,

but none of those calculations involve feelings in any kind of way.

You know as well as I do the plan's disastrous.

The plan is so marvelous.

The plan has some parts, details that are marvelous,

but it doesn't work as a plan.

It does not work.

- Why did you bring me in? - Because I want to share it with you.

It's the biggest heist of my life, and I want my brother to be there.

You've called me to come up with the ideas he's not providing.

And you...

You know how to get the gold out, but not how to get the gang out.

Also, you don't have any idea how you'll spend the rest of your lives

with 90 tons of gold on you without being discovered.

An analytical mind, even a limited one,

would've considered that before anything else.

But not you two.

Because you're in love with the plan,

and he's simply in love with you.

We're guided by passion, true, but you're blinded by hatred.

Hatred for romanticism.

Well, maybe that's because one of the principal themes of romanticism

is suicide. Andres, this plan is suicide.

Still being a pessimist?

It's not his best day, but he'll get over it.

When he's stressed out, he gets very negative.

Well...

I'm gonna head to the bathroom.

Would you like to accompany me, Sergio?

Have you ever had the privilege of experiencing

masterful fellatio from a man with great skill?

I'm joking.

Numb,

disoriented, a blank stare,

and, most of all, feeling like you're floating outside of reality.

Those are the symptoms of emotional shock.

Of course, it could also go the other way.

Uncontrollable rage

that can only be stopped...

with revenge.

Cleared.

Clear.

Blood.

Mother fuck.

Clear.

We found the panic room, sir.

Gandía locked himself inside. He's wounded. He's got Tokyo.

How bad is the wound?

A grenade exploded right next to him.

He'll try to negotiate, and this time we have the advantage.

- If he wants to live, he won't hurt Tokyo. - I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Professor...

Gandía executed Nairobi.

Are you saying that's a yes?

We'll pay them back a hundred times for what they've done to Nairobi.

At that moment, the Professor no longer felt any pain.

He was detached from his emotions and operated like a machine.

We're going to destroy that tent in seven steps.

The only thing on his mind was his next strike.

And the first starts with the truth.

Professor, if you want to tell the truth, you need to talk to Rio.

There's things you need to know.

Professor...

From that moment on,

everything, absolutely everything we did was about attacking.

- Professor. - In the next few hours,

the Professor would launch a barrage of missiles.

You said getting us out was impossible but you'd do it.

Are you going to keep your word?

I said when we melted the gold and got it out of there,

I'd get you out too.

And I will.

Palermo, go get Tokyo.

I'm going to the foundry. Denver, with me.

All units at full alert.

Advancing with the TEDAX robot.

We're ready to deactivate the bombs at the entrance.

Nairobi's dead.

From now on, I'm in charge.

We have to be extremely efficient. How many tons do we have?

Forty-four.

- What is this? Fucking recess? - Forty-four is three less than the target.

Raise the temperature to 1,750. We need to step up the production rate.

- Is anyone in there? - No.

Well, there should be. Let's get in there

'cause we have to get this gold out, no matter what.

Denver!

Don't leave a single gram of gold in there.

I wanna get out of here.

Come on. Let's do it. Let's go!

- Professor. - Not the Professor.

We have a problem. We need to use a firewall. Transferring you.

Okay. Hurry up.

Commencing procedure to deactivate the first explosive.

Everyone take cover. Units one and two, get ready for immediate intervention

once it's deactivated.

Stupid fucking firewall.

- Professor. - Yes.

I shouldn't be telling you this, but they're planning a massacre.

They're going to storm the bank.

They're trying to contact Gandía so they can coordinate an attack.

Understood.

Did you give Lisbon my message?

Yeah.

Antoñanzas, you stay and watch Murillo.

Don't let anyone in.

For Christ's sake, why didn't tell anyone about this before?

What would that get me? A little bit of pity?

Oh, Alicia...

Paris.

She was very moved.

She looked as happy as a puppy.

I wish you could have seen her.

Thank you, Benito.

- Listen up. - I'm listening.

The police are coordinating an attack with Gandía.

We need to knock down the phone in the panic room. Cut off everything.

Also, this is very important...

Do not kill Gandía. I need him alive.

With Tokyo in there, that's gonna be difficult, sir.

I said alive. It's the key to the plan.

Find the electromagnetic waves and cut the cables.

When he's incommunicado,

with no cameras to the outside, you open the door.

Use circular saws, the hammers. Make as much noise as you can.

He needs to know we're coming so he'll focus on the door.

And then through the back, without him realizing it,

we make a small hole, and we inject narcotic gas.

When he's asleep, we knock the door down.

- Understood? - Understood.

Bombs are deactivated, sir.

Good. Get me Gandía.

Bingo.

Cuckoo!

Those are all my friends.

Colonel!

Colonel!

Colonel!

Sure looks like you're fucked, doesn't it, asshole?

I don't care if it's hard. Of course, I'll do it.

Are you sure?

You can count on me.

Thank you, Rio.

Thank you.

THE ALGERIAN DESERT

Did you find anything?

Find anything where?

This is a desert.

You can't get a taxi and say, "Take me to the torturer's house, please."

I gave you local backup.

Listen, Professor. I speak Spanish.

I speak German, Italian, French, English, Croatian, Serbian,

but I don't speak fucking Berber.

I need coordinates.

Give me ten minutes.

Shakir, I need the satellite images now.

You have ten minutes.

Palermo, they're going in.

- It seems like the police were... - ...Bank of Spain...

Special operation units

are approaching the building, and it looks like they're trying to forcefully enter.

The police were approaching, ready to attack with full force.

Then the Professor launched the first missile.

Open the doors.

Hold!

What the fuck is happening?

The first missile was to honor the memory of Nairobi.

They're the governor's personal guards.

A funeral.

♪ We would be together forever ♪

♪ Until we are breathless ♪

THE FUCKING BOSS

♪ And we conquer the world We were such dreamers ♪

In that instant, everything came to a stop.

- ♪ We come back home in the new year ♪ - What's happening?

What's happening?

Get her back inside!

Let her. Out of respect.

♪ But everything ended And the least of our problems ♪

Nairobi's exit filled the air with a heavy silence.

♪ Is finding a way to understand them ♪

Disenchanting the thousands of people who had believed Dalí's fable...

♪ I used to think that life was a game ♪

...was a fairy tale with a happy ending...

♪ And the honest truth is That I still believe it is ♪

...when it was actually a war.

♪ And now I know that I've never been Your princess ♪

♪ That the blood in your veins Isn't blue ♪

♪ And now I know ♪

♪ That the day I die ♪

♪ I'll be lying over the sand ♪

♪ And I'll be taken far away ♪

♪ When the tide rises ♪

And then the Professor launched his second missile.

BURIED ALIVE

He covered Madrid with posters of Rio's face

and sent a description of everything that was done to him

to the national and international press.

I was illegally detained on January 20th

- by the Panamanian police... - Colonel. Inspector?

Then I was transferred on a secret flight with CNI Colonel...

Luis Prieto.

We landed somewhere around Maghreb,

and they tortured me until April 4th.

They put me in a cell that was so small...

my only option was to stand.

They left me... to shit and piss myself.

They just left me there,

living in my own shit.

One night...

they took me out of my cell

and brought me to the desert,

and they forced me to dig my own grave.

They put me in a coffin, and they buried me alive...

until I was unconscious and everyone thought I was dead.

You buried the kid alive?

Of course, we buried him alive.

Why would you do something like that?

Why do you think we sent him to Algeria? To slap him on the wrist?

You should've left him in a ditch or something. Maybe quicklime.

A block of cement.

But buried alive? Fuck me!

Everyone heard him describe it with all the details. It's horror movie shit.

When it comes to empathy, we just shot ourselves in the fucking head.

The New York Times published the video.

Some countries are calling for a commission in Strasbourg.

Even Amnesty International is using it as evidence to open an investigation.

We're fucked.

id that place you took him have any phones, security cameras,

Wi-Fi, or anything that could be used against us?

It was in the middle of nowhere.

There were no cameras, no internet. Shit, not even any roads.

- That's why we went there. - That place is the asshole of the world.

Not even the Algerian secret service knows about it.

Also, the kid looks as good as new.

He doesn't have any bruises, no internal bleeding, nothing at all.

- We were very delicate. - Okay.

We're gonna deny the fuck out of this.

It's their word against our word. And you're going to do it, Luis.

Me?

Yeah, you. You've got balls, so go for it.

Full pageantry with a press conference. An urgent meeting.

Transparency, Luis.

Transparency.

With all this shit, my sugar is low. Where did they put the fucking cookies?

Darko.

Benjamín.

Thank you for coming.

If Agustín, Moscow, trusted you...

consider me your friend.

My daughter, is she okay?

Manila is doing very well.

- Are they all miners? - All of them.

And they're trustworthy.

Asturians.

Except for...

that guy.

He's Polish.

Captain,

obrigado.

I welcome you all.

Follow me, please.

Where are we going, Professor?

To class.

I'm gonna explain what we'll be doing in the next 30 hours.

We're gonna carry out a plan that anyone with common sense

would think is completely insane.

So how about we forget common sense?

Fucking sauna. Shit!

Do you go to saunas?

You've got a lot of repression, don't you? Getting horny in the army locker room.

Isn't that right?

You know you and I are alike?

The only difference is we're on opposite sides.

I could offer you a job.

You know what?

I'd prefer if you offered to fuck me instead.

Is there a rule that forbids two soldiers from different sides from fucking?

That's not treason, right?

They should add it to the Geneva Convention.

"Cease fire!

It's time...

to fuck!"

What the fuck do you want?

I don't want anything.

You make me horny.

Hey.

I've been thinking a lot in there, you know?

And I... I don't really know what's going on with me.

And I don't understand what's going on with you, but I love you so much.

And I want you to know that, whether or not we're together, I'm here for you.

What is this, Denver?

What are you saying?

He killed Nairobi.

Anything can happen in here.

Even things we thought were impossible can happen.

I know it was easy in Indonesia because, at the end of the day,

you were with the only guy that you could talk to.

But in here it's different, and I accept that.

And I love you.

You got here. You made a comparison. And I came out the loser. I get it.

No one's comparing you, Denver.

Really. And this thing with Rio is... nothing.

I just want you to know that if you need that...

If you need to be with Rio...

then go ahead.

That's not what I need.

I don't even know what I need, Denver. Not right now.

We're in the middle of this madness, and I can't think

or make decisions or anything right now.

But you and I met each other in a heist.

And we made a lot of decisions.

Us.

Arturo, what did you do?

Hmm?

What did you do to me when I was asleep?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You took advantage of me.

I've no idea what you're talking about, but this isn't a good time.

You drugged me.

You gave me tranquilizers. You insisted.

You gave me more than I needed, and they knocked me out.

But before I went out, I felt you close to me.

I felt you touching my neck, touching my breasts.

I wasn't fully conscious,

but I could feel you lowering my zipper, and you kept touching me.

You lifted my panties, Arturo.

I woke up, and then I blacked out again.

I kept seeing flashes of it. I woke up, and my bra was torn.

Amanda!

What's happening here is you're very nervous,

- and that's normal... - No.

- ...'cause of this insanity, right? - No.

I'm sure you're confused. You saw some flashes,

and you believe those flashes, but they didn't actually really happen.

Or maybe... maybe...

you had an erotic dream about me.

A wet dream.

It's natural. I don't mind being the object of your desire, but...

don't accuse me of something I didn't do.

You raped me, Arturo.

You drugged me and you raped me.

Listen to me.

You brat.

I didn't rape you.

I didn't take advantage of you.

You're accusing me of something very, very serious.

Something I despise.

Something I detest.

Everyone knows I've always been a fierce advocate for women's rights.

An advocate for the respect.

So I'm not gonna let you do that.

Nothing happened.

You were scared. You had a panic attack.

It makes sense. Right?

Can you believe this?

Can you believe this?

There's Bogotá.

Now you're really fucked.

It's the shrapnel in your neck.

Brachial plexus.

It controls a lot of muscles in your arm,

in your hands...

shoulder.

- You know a lot of stuff, huh? - Hmm.

I've picked up some things from the Professor.

- Oh, yeah? - Um-hum.

Hard to breathe?

Normal.

It's your diaphragm.

Very sad.

You want me to release you?

If you don't let me go, you're dead.

If you release me...

I'll help you.

I'm gonna untie your hands so you can get all the shards out.

But you'll still...

have your neck tied.

I'll turn my back to you.

But I just have to move one finger...

...and I'll blow all that knowledge out of that pretty little brain of yours.

MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR 19:45 HOURS

Good evening.

My name is Luis Prieto.

I'm a colonel from the National Intelligence Agency.

I stand before you at the request of the Minister of the Interior

to deny all the accusations being brought about

concerning the alleged torture of Anibal Cortés,

as well as to clarify any doubts you may have in relation to his arrest.

How did Ágata Jiménez die? Alias Nairobi.

At this time, we are still gathering information.

All I can say is that she was taken down during a skirmish

by the chief of security for the Bank of Spain

who managed to get free.

Was Cortés illegally detained in Panama?

The arrest was made in compliance with the law,

in accordance with an international order for his arrest

officially issued by Europol.

Cortés claims he was held in a 45-centimeter-wide cell.

Is that true?

No rule of law and no democratic country in the world

would allow something like that to happen.

He claims to have been buried alive.

Do you deny that too?

That he was left to defecate himself?

That they gave him 40 coffees and cold showers?

...cold showers.

All of those statements are as absurd as they are grotesque.

Prieto did what the Professor expected him to do.

He lied, lied, and lied again.

He did it even better than the Professor thought he would.

They've also successfully...

With sarcasm and arrogance.

They'll be overconfident.

They'll be completely overconfident

because they think it's their word against ours.

And that is what's going to make them drown

in the quicksand of their own lies.

No one would expect that the National Intelligence Agency...

is less intelligent than us.

But we're gonna show them.

And there's no stopping us...

because we're already there.

We're going back to the same scapegoat:

police brutality.

It's a baseless accusation, and it's unacceptable.

Talk now.

We tortured Anibal Cortés for about two months, something like that.

We were paid 200,000 euros to do it,

by Colonel Prieto from Spanish Intelligence.

And that was his third missile.

Colonel Prieto. Excuse me, Colonel Prieto.

Right this moment, we're receiving video evidence

that contradicts your previous statement.

Do you know a Turkish citizen by the name of Osman?

Hmm, no, I don't know him.

The following e-mail

was sent from your account to this Osman.

It was an order to him. I'll quote it.

"Use any means within your reach to obtain the information."

You didn't send it?

I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe this video will refresh your memory.

This is the grave where we buried Anibal Cortés alive.

That's the wooden coffin.

We had him in there for two or three hours.

He dug the hole himself.

Are you going to deny this evidence too?

Or are you going to claim that this grave,

located in a place called Timimoun in Algeria,

a place to which you refer in several e-mails is a setup.

Well, of course, it's a setup.

I have nothing further to say.

Tamayo's going to be like a tennis player alone on the court

trying to return every single one of the balls

that are being fired at him nonstop.

They put me in a coffin.

Two hundred thousand euros to do it.

He'll be so concentrated

on returning the balls we're throwing at him, he won't have the time

or the energy to think about the heist, not even for a moment.

Because his whole world will be shattering to pieces.

Colonel, we're ready to resume the attack.

- We're not going to resume anything. - Listen...

Don't you see what's going on?

Don't you realize we're being absolutely crushed in front of the whole world?

That's what we need, to accidentally kill a hostage and crown ourselves in shit.

- Colonel, we have the advantage... - We have the advantage, my fucking ass.

Do I have to remind you that you've tried to go in there four times already? Four!

You think there's free drinks in there, or what?

When you're dealing with a fire and the fire's getting worse,

you can only think about one thing.

- Putting it out. - Putting it out.

Putting it out. Not for Spain's credibility.

Not to defend the honesty of the National Intelligence Agency. No.

For your own freedom.

Okay, listen up, everyone.

I need everybody out, except for the essential personnel.

Take a breather, have a coffee,

and in five minutes, we'll get back to work.

Oh, Alicia.

We tried to get out there and deny it...

but that damn Professor was waiting for us

with the evidence in his hands.

Now the only way out is by taking the blame.

And who's gonna do that?

For the CNI, Prieto.

For the police, you.

We need you to act as a firewall so that the institutions come out clean.

What do I do? What do I say?

You want me to tell them I did it all by myself?

That it was...

a professional endeavor?

To see if they'd give me a medal for police merit?

They've got Prieto's e-mails, so they probably have yours.

You have to confess, resign from the heist.

And...

take the blame for all of the illegal acts.

Since I'm going down,

why don't we add stuff and say I killed Manolete and Kennedy,

the 23F.

I shot the Pope.

Yeah, might as well go for everything, no?

Shit's gonna hit the fan in every possible scenario.

But if you help us, we won't forget about what you did for us.

I'll have the CNI discredit the evidence.

The state attorney and the prosecution are on our side.

You'll be put with a judge who's favorable to you.

Someone who owes us. Someone who we have by the balls.

Granted, you won't get your job back,

but don't worry about it

because we'll make sure you're getting paid from a reserve fund.

I promise you, you will not set foot in prison.

That's fucking bullshit.

Well...

I guess I don't have any other choice.

Right?

Alicia...

be strong.

We're with you on this.

Sierra...

and Colonel Prieto.

They're going to be the first ones to fall.

And why?

Because that's how we'll cripple the tent,

and then, we can protect all of our people inside of the bank.

Tamayo will barely be able to keep control.

When everyone's properly protected inside the bank,

- what are we gonna do, Benjamín? - Huh? Maybe...

You tell me.

We'll rescue another member of the gang.

We're going to rescue someone

held in custody by a convoy of 26 police officers.

- That's impossible, Professor. - It's almost impossible,

but there is one possibility...

if we can answer the following:

Where are they going transfer her and when?

And we'll know that information...

because I'm gonna make the transfer happen.

Just the one on your neck left.

How does it look?

It doesn't look good.

If I pull it out wrong, you could be paralyzed.

Pull it out. Pull it out. Don't hesitate.

Lower your head a little more.

The camera.

Holy fucking shit! Gandía's dead.

Bogotá, Tokyo killed Gandía! Knock the door down!

Fuck!

Then came the fourth missile.

Our colleague, Lisbon, has been illegally detained.

She's been kidnapped and is being held at the police command post

outside the Bank of Spain without legally informing any judge.

No right to a defense.

What the fuck?

Also, they faked her execution.

And to prove it,

here's the recording of that moment.

- Suarez. - Lower your weapon.

- Where is the Professor? - Raquel,

tell them I surrender. Buy some time until I get there. Raquel, tell him.

- Where is the Professor? - I don't know where he is.

Tell them I'm almost there. Raquel!

- Where is the Professor? - I don't know!

Get them out, Raquel.

Get out of there! Get out of there! Get out of there!

I don't know where the Professor is.

That's the wrong answer.

I'm almost there. Get out!

Just get out!

This was self-defense. Understand?

You got me, Solana? She shot first.

Take the gun, clean off the prints and put it in her hand.

I'm requesting an open investigation

to confirm the veracity of these facts.

Tied up like a dog, and you still took him out. Great.

- Check if there's a pulse. - Yeah, I have a pulse.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're talking about Gandía.

There he is, a little indisposed, the poor guy.

- He's alive. - Good.

Is someone letting me out or what?

Are you okay?

How's Nairobi?

The last of the missiles arrived at the tent in a government vehicle,

wearing a badge and with a court order.

Your attention, everyone.

Stop what you're doing.

- I'm Colonel Tamayo. I'm in charge. - I don't care who's in charge, Colonel.

We're Internal Affairs.

What the fuck's going on here?

Where can I find your prisoner, Raquel Murillo?

Raquel Murillo,

you are under arrest for the crimes of belonging to an armed group,

kidnap, an attack against the authorities and the institutions of the State.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney or other means of legal help.

You have the right to request medical assistance if you're feeling ill.

You have the right to consult...

♪ Somethin' ♪

♪ Filled up ♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ With nothing ♪

♪ Someone ♪

♪ Told me not to cry ♪

♪ Now that ♪

♪ I'm older ♪

♪ My heart's ♪

♪ Colder ♪

♪ And I can ♪

♪ See that it's a lie ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ If the children ♪

♪ Don't grow up ♪

♪ Our bodies get bigger ♪

♪ But our ♪

♪ Hearts get torn up ♪

♪ We're just a million little gods Causin' rainstorms ♪

♪ Turning every good thing to rust ♪

♪ I guess we'll just have to adjust ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ♪

♪ With my ♪

♪ Lightning bolts a-glowing ♪

♪ I can see ♪

♪ Where I am ♪

♪ Going to be ♪

♪ When the reaper ♪

♪ Reaches and touches my hand ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ With my ♪

♪ Lightning bolts a-glowing ♪

♪ I can see where I am... ♪