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There's always happier days to remember.

And the more fucked up things are,

the happier those days seem to be.

While waiting for a miracle and listening to the beeps of Nairobi's vital signs,

I remembered one of those days.

The soccer match at the monastery.

- Defense! One minute! - Let's go!

- Go! - Hey, Nairobi!

I'm open here! Got it!

Hey! There!

I'd never imagine that the seconds before a throw-in

could be so much fun.

Hey! Hold on!

- What are you doing? - Wait!

You think 'cause I'm gay you can put your hands on my balls?

For God's sake! Shut up! There's one minute left,

- and you're arguing? - He hit me in the back.

You rubbed your hands all over his balls!

Okay, that's enough! From now on, no one's touching anyone. You understand?

- Come on! Go! Let's go! - Come on. Let's go!

Hey!

Oh! So close, man.

Penalty!

Hey, that's enough!

They're gonna have a fight!

Ooh! There he goes!

Get up. Get out of here. Let's go.

- Good luck with this. - Come on.

Let's go!

There's no return signal.

- They took everything down. - What do we do?

- We're about to lose her. - No, no, no! Fuck!

Be careful.

Slowly.

Okay. I got it.

A little bit higher.

You're doing really well.

Now get the bullet out.

Go ahead.

Yeah, that’s it.

Good, good.

Careful. That’s it.

Yes! There it is.

♪ When it's not always raining ♪

♪ There'll be days like this... ♪

But I guess that's nostalgia.

Finding out that moments from the past,

even if we didn't realize it at the time, were true happiness.

♪ Well, my mama told me ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

- ♪ When you don't need to worry ♪ - Fuck, yeah!

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When no one's in a hurry... ♪

We still hadn't reached the end of the first half,

and Lisbon was already three kilometers away from the tent,

forced to switch jerseys.

A goal by Sierra from the edge of the field.

♪ There'll be days like this... ♪

Meanwhile, like robots,

we removed a piece of Nairobi's lung.

We didn't even know if we were saving her life or ending it.

The second loss for our team.

A second goal against us.

And the third goal was coming. Palermo was gonna score it,

and it would be on our side.

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When everyone is up front... ♪

He was a good captain,

but he was a terrible team player.

♪ When it's nobody's business ♪

♪ The way that you want to live ♪

♪ I just have to remember ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When no one steps on my dreams ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When people understand what I mean... ♪

The Professor's arrival in Madrid

was the only thing happening according to the plan.

But not even that was right.

Because a rider was missing.

Professor, we have to go.

On a motorbike through forest trails, dirt roads and cattle farms,

they crossed La Mancha without being seen.

The knight and his squire, defeat after defeat,

advancing towards a crazy battle in this insane war.

Meanwhile, everything was about to explode.

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

Can you believe it?

Me, pregnant?

Who would've thought, huh?

How great.

Thank you.

♪ 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 ♪

Okay. Just a little more.

You're very brave, huh?

I only did what I had to do.

If we don't stand up to them, they'll walk over us like in Auschwitz.

- If it stings too much, let me know, okay? - Use all the alcohol you want.

I can handle pain. It's nothing.

Uh, let's see.

Ooh!

Did you lose your fucking mind?

You almost killed him.

- You can't lose your shit like that! - How can I not?

- We're in a nightmare. - Exactly!

Exactly. You can't keep getting into fights like a fucking teenager.

- You have blood all over your T-shirt. - Oh!

Pretend I'm not even here. I can't see a thing, not in this eye.

Listen, Amanda...

have you had any anxiety attacks because of this whole heist thing?

Well, yeah. I think so.

Of course.

And also, I can’t seem to sleep for more than 30 minutes straight, you know?

- No. - I feel a lump in here that doesn't...

That's...

That's normal in these cases

because, see, there is so much tension in here.

Too much tension, but don't worry.

I’m gonna get you something for that anxiety.

'Cause the thing is, we really don't want you to suffer

from post-traumatic stress because it's hard to get over.

And, well, in some cases,

it could even last forever.

Hey.

Come here. Let me help you. You have blood on you.

Don't worry, honey, because as long as I'm around,

I'll make sure you have everything you need.

Hmm?

You'll be my personal project.

We're in a heist inside the Bank of Spain.

Maybe you forgot how this works, I didn't.

- We never acted like assholes. - Maybe I have some trauma.

Maybe that's what's going on. Maybe we all have trauma.

What are you saying? What trauma do I have?

- Maybe I shouldn't say it. - Tell...

You broke up with Tokyo.

How many guys, other than you, would break up with Tokyo?

Nobody. Nobody would break up with that.

What do you know about Tokyo?

Tokyo's a fucking Maserati, and everyone wants a Maserati.

And if you take a Maserati, leave it on the street,

doors open and keys in the ignition,

you've gotta be really fucked up.

Look, Rio...

I'm gonna make this really clear.

Maybe you're traumatized 'cause they screwed with your manhood.

Maybe they changed you with the... the torture.

But you need to let it go.

That's why you broke up with Tokyo, huh?

If you were hurt by one person

or a group, the trauma is no different, so let it go!

You can count on me. I'm here to help with anything you need.

Anything.

Well, ladies and gentlemen...

I'm sorry to inform you that I must say au revoir.

I'm leaving.

Keep up the good work. You're doing great.

What the fuck you think your doing?

Matías...

I'm leaving.

It's been a pleasure working with you, as always.

And I would even say...

that I love you dearly, Matías.

As for you all,

I hope my leadership hasn't been too traumatic.

But at least it'll be a fun story for your loved ones,

your kids, your grandchildren, whatever.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's been a pleasure.

What the fuck?

Calm down.

Palermo, calm down.

We can talk.

Calmly.

But as for leaving, that's not happening.

Motherfucker!

You staged a coup d'état, you fucking bitch!

What do you want?

I am in charge of the military, you the technical.

The technical?

Do I strike you as some sort of geeky engineer with glasses?

What kind of orders would I be giving down there? Let's see...

Now melt! Now don't!

Bathyscaphe in! Bathyscaphe out!

Immersion! Emersion!

Who the fuck do you think I am?

I didn't come in here for that bullshit! I'm not in the mood for this. I'm leaving.

I'm activating...

the manual door, and I'm doing you a favor.

If I stay, I'll rain down bullets on you, you fucking bitch, and everyone else.

I'm not in your gang anymore.

I'm the one that's doing you a favor here.

Because, I swear, the next thing I’m gonna do...

is blow your fuckin' head off.

I don't think so.

I do think so.

Claymore mines.

As you can see,

they're pointed in your direction.

I'll be fine over here.

You know that I don't give a shit if I have to kill you.

Relax.

You won't betray us like that.

Wanna bet on it?

Palermo!

Calm down!

Ah, yes!

The bearded princess just arrived to wave her prince goodbye at the train station.

For God's sake, have some dignity, Helsinki.

Where are you going?

To jail?

To be shot in the forehead?

To betray your friends?

I'm not selling anyone out.

My safe passage is right here. State secrets.

I'm not gonna betray you.

Leaving is treason.

Leaving us alone in here is treason.

No!

I don't wanna kill you today, fatty.

You don't wanna kill me?

Well, you're gonna have to kill me.

Don't be an idiot, Helsinki.

Because if you go outside,

I swear...

I'll go boom,

boom,

ciao.

I'm telling the truth, Palermo.

I'll do it.

That's the truth.

I got you.

Can you please tell me what you said to Rio?

- About what? - Did you tell him he's traumatized?

Call it trauma or whatever you want.

- Something is wrong with him. - Something's wrong?

Why? Because he left Tokyo, no? And she's a Maserati.

Okay, hang on.

The Maserati thing was just the way guys talk.

What really matters

is that after the torture, something happened to him.

I think they changed him.

They did what?

Forty sweaty guys opened his back door.

They combed him inside.

Rio is dealing with being tortured, and you feed him all that bullshit?

All that bullshit is true. I asked him if they forced him to do things.

Know what he did? He was quiet.

He was quiet because it's true. A textbook case.

I can't.

You can’t what?

You know, all of a sudden, I feel like there's...

a balloon that burst.

What balloon?

What balloon?

Monica, no! I wanna know what balloon.

What balloon are we talking about?

What balloon?

It's as if suddenly my blindfold came off, Denver.

I look at you, and I don't recognize you.

I don’t know what we're doing together, you and I.

I don't know who you are.

Monica, don't get me wrong.

I said Tokyo was a Maserati, that doesn't mean you're a used car.

I'm sorry, Denver.

I can't be with you.

Look...

When you see her coming at you as angry as a hydra, well, you shut up.

A hydra.

Um, no? Well, forget it. Just keep your mouth shut.

- And I don't defend myself? - No.

Because you don't even know what she's angry about.

You shut up,

and the less you know what she's talking about,

the more sorry you look.

All you say is,

"yes" and "I am sorry, my love."

Now, that's a textbook case.

- Sounds like a textbook for pussies. - A textbook for survivors.

You wait for the storm to pass,

and then, when you figure out where the wind is coming from,

and when she seems to be calmed down,

well, then and only then...

you make a move.

Understand what I'm saying?

She's been mad at me since the monastery.

That's what's going on.

- Well... - Yeah.

We dragged it all here.

And because of the pressure from the heist, it all explodes.

That's what's going on.

Professor.

It's Tokyo.

- Tokyo, you just staged a coup d'état. - Palermo's gone crazy.

He was about to explode the main operation room,

- but I have it under control. - No, you don't.

You can't control Palermo because he's unpredictable.

He's tied up and under 24-hour surveillance.

Tokyo, the whole plan is falling apart!

I'm still here... Professor.

So what if you’re still there, Tokyo?

Without Palermo, we are incapable of getting the gold out,

or do you know how to do it, huh?

And without Nairobi!

And without Lisbon!

Palermo was escaping because it's the only smart move left.

Professor...

you've always been my guardian angel.

Now it's my turn.

How did it happen?

She died so she could protect me.

I'm really so sorry.

I...

was camouflaged in a tree, and there were...

There were soldiers, and police were everywhere.

And she was in a farm. That’s where they found her.

They made her kneel down, unarmed, and they asked about me.

And I ran and ran, and...

They asked her, "Where's the Professor?"

I said, "Tell them, Raquel.

Tell them where I am.

Tell them I'll surrender. Please."

"I don't know."

She repeated, "I don't know."

And they shot her two times.

She was unarmed, and they shot her two times.

I couldn't make it on time.

But did you see it?

No.

You only heard it?

Professor, did you see them move the body?

I had to run.

Listen to me.

I also heard my mother telling me to come home,

that I'd be safe there, but there were 20 cops waiting for me in her kitchen.

And in the tent,

they also heard us escaping from the bank.

But we're still here.

The only one that got out was the little ferret with a jumpsuit.

Did they publish anything?

Nothing.

Just like with Rio.

If they really killed her, we'd know.

She's being interrogated.

- Where you going, Professor? - To the Bank of Spain.

No, no, no. It's not a good idea. It’s too risky.

I appreciate your concern, but it's the only place

where I can find out if my wife is still alive. Move.

- No! - I'm asking you nicely.

- No! - Step aside, Marseille...

I won't allow you to get on the motorbike.

Seventy.

With what we have in those files,

you'll be 70 years old when you get out of jail.

And Paula 40.

And your mother will have been dead so long

- you won't even be able to find her grave. - Just stop.

You don't have to do that.

The years are up to the prosecution, not you,

and the conviction by the judge.

You know very well

that the prosecutor and the judge are gonna work...

based on what I write in these reports.

And I can write whatever I want.

What would you like me to write?

Are you going to force me to resort to violence?

- I’m only protecting the plan. - I decide the plan!

That's not the plan. That's an improvisation.

And like you always said, no improvisation.

I won't give in.

I want you to understand that I need to be there.

The only place I can get answers is the Bank of Spain.

Very well.

Seriously, Professor? Huh?

I don't know where the Professor is, or what he'll do.

You have no ideas?

Has love made you dim or something?

The plan has different types of firewalls.

This is nothing to do with our love.

Of course it does. Think about it.

In jail, love drains like sewer water.

It happens very fast.

In two months, it's already dry.

Two months of suffering, or your whole life in jail?

Hmm?

If you were reincarnated seven times,

you'd never understand the nature of our love.

To protect the plan,

we need to know if she is there and under interrogation

because if she is, that means Alicia Sierra is interrogating my wife,

and that is taking place at the Bank of Spain!

But you can't go!

Allow me to tell you about the real nature of your love.

One in Soto del Real, and the other in Cádiz,

waiting for a conjugal visit once a year.

And that's if you’re lucky because if we don't catch your sweetheart,

then you'll never see him again in your fucking life.

The choice is yours.

Either that or actually have the time to raise to your daughter.

You're not trying to fuck with my emotions, Alicia.

I'm just telling you the truth.

Like I always do.

We need to go to the Bank of Spain.

And how are you gonna get to the tent if your face is all over the news, huh?

Just like everyone else.

Dressed in red with a face of Dalí.

Good. Good.

She... She won't betray us.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

How many of your old relationships feel completely meaningless now?

The same thing will happen with this one,

and you know it.

Everyone could betray me, Marseille. Everyone.

It's just a matter of...

What the hell? You hit me! Weren't we finished?

We were?

I didn't know.

Sergio, come on.

- Just drink a little bit more. - I had two already.

- This is a strange wedding, Andrés. - This is so great!

- I don’t think so. - Little brother!

I feel sorry for her because she's young and she's in love,

and if you remember, you have a disease.

Didn't you hear the priest, hmm?

"Till death do you part."

Andrés, fine. Maybe for you, this is the grand finale, but for her,

it's the beginning, and this beginning is not fair. It just isn’t.

My God! She knows about my illness.

Everyone knows about my illness.

You are betraying her feelings.

I’m gonna give her the best two or three years of her entire life.

Yes, yes, and after that...

Yes, I guess I'll somehow betray her.

Anyway,

betrayal is an inherent part of love.

Since we're on the subject, look at him!

Martín.

So loyal! My best friend. Happy.

Would he betray me?

Hmm?

Of course, he would.

He just needs the right circumstances. Tatiana?

Tatiana, as well.

No. You say your life is about love and feelings

more than anyone else, but all you see are traitors.

- No, no, no, no! - Everywhere.

That's not what I'm saying.

No. What I'm saying is that

betrayal doesn't depend on how much or deeply you love someone.

It depends on the magnitude of the dilemma put in front of you.

Would you... Would you betray your loved one? At first, no.

But what would happen if someone told you if you did

you'd be given a medicine that could cure your beloved brother?

Now, that's a good dilemma.

Come! Come!

Sergio Marquina. Emotional coldness.

Compulsive narcissism.

Socially inept.

Psychopathic traits.

- In short, a real gem. - Well...

a report made without interviewing the subject by your mindless dogs.

I can assure you, he's a lot more fun than that.

Charming.

I know. A psychopath can be a lot of fun.

Then there's your profile.

Huh?

What's in my profile?

That you're the type that gets hooked by bastards like this guy.

You idealize them.

And little by little, you get smaller and smaller by their side.

Then they use you. Manipulate you.

When did you lose your instincts,

inspector?

Was it before the Professor entered into your life?

Because Alberto used to beat you up.

How does this one humiliate you?

First, you use my mother's Alzheimer's, and now domestic violence.

Tell me you don't see a pattern here.

Tell me you never heard your mind going "click"

and thought, "Watch out. This guy could be a real piece of shit."

Tell me it's not true.

You know the protocols, how they negotiate, but so do I.

I got you last time, Raquel.

I must be an idiot...

because I thought that we'd fallen in love.

I never asked you to come with me. She's just bluffing.

She hung up, and we didn't even play our hand!

He went after you because you're the weakest link.

What would he do for you?

Would he follow you to an island with his mother and daughter?

Would he follow one of your plans?

How many times has he listened to your ideas?

Once.

Or did you always follow him like a little puppy?

I warned you about Alberto. Complete motherfucker.

And I’m warning you about this one.

I'm gonna ask you a very simple question, Raquel.

Do you deserve to spend 30 years of your life in jail

for that little fuck in a mask?

Colonel.

I've been taking a look at the arrest reports,

and it could be my mistake,

but I can't find any records from the arrest of Murillo.

You were looking at what?

I don't want a technical issue like that to... Oh, you know...

- It's a question of human rights. - What's the matter with you?

Did volunteers outside the supermarket get you to join an NGO?

Did you join Amnesty International? Get the fuck out.

If you were to obey the law, Colonel...

Look, Antoñanzas. Do you know when we fully obey the law here?

Can you take a guess? Hmm?

Come on. Answer me.

- Well, whenever, uh... - I feel like it.

The feeling usually comes from the back part of my balls, the dark side,

and usually arrest reports and procedural guarantees don't reach that far.

Do you understand what I'm telling you here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hmm.

So until then...

Until then, that bitch will be sitting over there

in a chair with no sleep and pissing in a bucket.

Do we have a problem?

No, no, no. No, sir.

Better, Antoñanzas. Better.

TRANSPARENCY

GIVE ME A RAISE

LONG LIVE EVIL LONG LIVE CAPITAL

The Professor wished he'd had X-ray vision

to see if Lisbon was in the tent.

But he wasn't Superman,

so he had to settle with being Sherlock Holmes.

He made it to the outside of the bank in search of a thread to pull,

and he found three.

The van. What was it doing there?

And why did it have mud on it?

CNP85600N.

Pakistan answered those questions.

The vehicle belonged to the national police of Huelva,

close to the place where Lisbon had supposedly been executed.

Ángel.

If someone had to be following the tracks of plan Hamelin, it'd be him.

Unless he had something more important to do.

Like transporting Lisbon to Madrid.

And if someone had to be crying over a friend's death,

it also would be him.

And Alicia Sierra.

It had been a few hours since the truce, but there she was.

As much of a workaholic as she was,

she should still be home, resting and taking care of her swollen ankles.

Unless she was itching to interrogate

one of the most wanted criminals in the country.

Lisbon might be alive,

but he needed to be sure

and to reach out and let her know he wouldn't let her down.

They just brought us the ambulance you used as a communication center.

You know who's examining it?

Alberto, your ex.

He's not just the best at what he does. He also really wants

to fuck up your life a little more.

But there's another option.

I could get in the ambulance before him,

before anyone else, and get rid of all the evidence.

You'll find nothing.

Fuck, Raquel.

It's like you're new at this.

There's always something.

You'll see. Something in there will lead us to your mother and your daughter.

You'll see.

The next five, get ready to go to the restroom with my colleague.

Hey, Gandía, now that we're both on the same side,

may I ask you a question? I'm a little confused.

Are we...

the good guys or the bad guys?

I'm gonna make a little cut in your scrotum, pull out your balls,

and then stuff them both in your mouth.

That sounds fun.

But your hands are still tied up, Che.

Did you know that the reliability of handcuffs

is based upon one single anatomical concept?

The metacarpus doesn't let them through.

But actually, it's a joint that's very easy to dislocate.

Is that right?

Well, just some ideas for liberty.

♪ Free ♪

♪ Like the sun is free at dawn ♪

♪ I am free ♪

♪ Like the sea ♪

♪ Free ♪

♪ Like the bird that got out its silent cage ♪

♪ And it can fly at last ♪

♪ I'm free ♪

♪ Like the wind that takes away all my wailing and my pain ♪

♪ Endless roads and paths ♪

♪ In endless search of truth And I'll know at last ♪

♪ What freedom is ♪

Time for bed.

Four little corners to my bed.

Four little angels around my head.

Matthew, Mark, José and John,

bless this bed I lie upon.

Antoñanzas.

What are you doing here?

You're...

You're under arrest.

On your knees.

I was just giving that a shot.

Get on your knees.

Please! My wife and my daughters are asleep in bed.

Nothing's going to happen to them.

All you have to do is follow my instructions and answer my questions.

I won't say anything while a gun is pointed at my head.

You're gonna speak.

We've got... one:

the ambulance.

Two:

the crazy grandma.

"Where am I?

Where am I? Oh, my back! I can't."

Three:

the motherless child.

"Mama!

Mama! Mama!"

Four:

El amour du Professor...

which won't last past the second conjugal visit when you're in jail.

And now...

the final scenario.

You're assaulting an officer of the law.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

We called a truce.

Sometimes a truce is the most important part of a war.

I can't.

I can't breathe...

Control yourself, Antoñanzas.

Control yourself.

I can't breathe.

Marseille.

Better?

Argh!

If you cooperate,

the prosecutor will request 12 years, which will turn into ten.

You'll be out in five.

That's what your life could be.

If you don't cooperate, 30 years.

That's what your life will be.

You decide, inspector.

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