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A high asset robbery, professionally conceived, is 12 months in planning, 12

hours in execution.

A bank robber who's not caught within 12 days is not caught at all.

Christmas Eve, right?

That can't be more than seven.

We were still living off Sycamore.

When was I?

I don't know.

So I'm waiting for Dad, staring out the window.

Mom's trying to talk to me from the kitchen to distract me, because you know

Dad's not coming.

So it's like four in the afternoon.

I'm still hanging off the radiator.

And then, there he is, sober.

He's clean-shaved. Smells of aftershave.

Well, you didn't hear from him.

That's it.

He's got a car from somewhere. Right.

He leads me right in front.

He bought me some big gift. I was asleep with it on my lap by the time we hit

Queen's Ball.

And when I woke up, we were driving down these streets with these huge houses.

We stop outside one, go around the back, window on the second floor is open. A

crack with, like, just enough, and Dad lifts me up.

My ass was too fat back then, so it's probably why he didn't take me.

I'm walking through the house, and the owner's must have been a midnight mass,

and there was this tree.

It's lighting up the whole house, and I think I just stood there.

Dad, shouting through the letterbox, like, Paulie, where the fuck are you?

Let me in.

How was the take?

God.

Do you remember that Betamax?

No.

A house full of museum quality antiques and dad Bruce the Betamax.

I don't think you ever told me that one before.

I mean...

I said no guns.

Not after the last time nobody dies tonight.

This

is

normal money, Bobby.

We have to talk about what comes after.

No one makes a better plan than you, Paulie.

Merry

Christmas,

fucker.

What are you worried about?

Russians?

He's here.

In Zurich.

The Holy Ghost.

Like, uh... What's the FBI doing in Switzerland?

Relax. I'm tracking him. Relax? Because, well, Paul Gavin says so.

He thinks it's happening seven days from now on New Year's.

So does everyone else. That's why you can relax.

I know you've been fucking tracking him. Now, why don't you say anything?

Just stick to the plan, Bobby, okay? Promise me.

Fucking plan? What is it, the Holy Bible?

What are you, the Oracle of Delphi?

Nostradamus? Maybe you're fucking Madame Marie.

I don't know, are you?

I'm just Bobby Garland's little brother.

You always want these people to clear, and then you make sure no one's sniffing

around the crypt.

Just gotta go get an eggnog.

A little rub and tug.

A fucking joke.

Hey, I need your word.

You can't fuck up, Bobby.

Not again.

Twelve hours starts now.

We worked hard for this.

I believe in every one of you.

See you on the other side.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good?

Mm-hmm.

Good? Oh, my whole body is shaking. It's a fucking bus.

100 meters, 3,000 tons of rock, six diamond heads and six months of

drilling. Take a look at this. Huh?

Is that it?

Fucking Swiss bankers. They even stand their concrete.

Like they say, the banker moves in talent.

What are you talking about?

The thanks must pay.

I read it all.

So now you're a revolutionary, huh? No.

I'm robbing the house on Christmas Eve while the families are mad.

No! No, no, no! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

What happened?

Paul, it's Albrecht.

Albrecht, I'm here. We're ten feet away.

Hi. What is it? What's up? The thing is, Paul, I think it's possible you've made

a miscalculation. I think we have a big problem.

It was hidden beneath the table.

It's like an old alarm trigger.

Old as fuck.

A mercury tilt switch.

Vibrations. They'll set it off.

What the fuck is that?

All right, let's go.

You take the thing out of the water.

We're in a hurry. We're not going to do all that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank you very much, Paul.

Love you, boys.

I like it.

It's pink.

It's not pink.

It's pale blush.

Can't you tell?

Pale blush?

You're legal.

I can stay.

We're safe as ever, ain't we?

You know, it's a feast of St. Sebastian.

I saw a priest take a statue out to sea.

Felt like a sign.

Got your gifts?

Something like that.

We can go anywhere now.

I don't want to go anywhere ever again.

I want to work an honest job, and I want to be here with you.

And my dad?

Arguing about politics for these clients.

Yes. Yes.

They could come.

They could come for you at any time. It's been a year, Severin.

The FBI aren't connecting me to Newark.

Don't need to hate you.

It is so.

We can build a life now.

I can send for the money.

I don't want that money.

I don't like what it costs.

Hey.

All that's over now.

It's nearly $4 million.

We can give half of it away and still be set up.

And it worked for it.

Oh. It's my birthday.

No.

Hey.

Sit.

You know that Karl Marx thing you say about marriage?

The purest form of exploitation.

Yeah.

Well, it wouldn't be like that for us.

I promise.

You're getting married.

Well, I'm asking your permission, Serge. You know what?

It matters to me what you think, so... I think...

Fuck, Mark, that's amazing.

You know, you're already my son.

But why now? I mean, it's about time, but why now?

I'm going to be a grandfather.

Yeah, the search.

Oh, I wonder if... I mean, she's down to five cigarettes a day, so...

I'm joking.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

Now, what if, um... What

if, uh... I don't know.

What if I'm no good?

At this, you know?

What if all I'm good at is being a thief? What if I'm my father?

Just because you were born in a stable doesn't make you a horse. No, I'm

serious, George.

You think I was ready?

Severin's mother broke in front of my eyes.

She refused the surgery until Severin was born.

I'm standing at her funeral with a baby in my arms, still

crying for mother's milk.

Most men are never ready.

You are ready.

I love her search.

And, uh, she doesn't think I'm a thief.

And she thinks I can be a father to her child, so I want to prove her right.

Ramona, you are not your father.

Come on, Yankee.

Drink with me.

Bonjour. Yeah, have an appointment?

1 p.m.?

Merci.

Bonjour. Thank you. Merci.

Heureux de vous voir. How are you doing?

Très bien, je vous remercie. Si vous voulez bien me suivre, comme vous me l

'avez demandé, je vais me coter une sélection de nos plus belles bagues.

Voici.

Okay.

Not these.

Do you have, like this, an emerald cut figure?

Seems you know what you want, sir.

I do now.

and all I want.

Just a second.

So it's a little more expensive, but... It's perfect.

Feel blessed.

Come on.

Get up, Galvin.

What did you call me? You don't know me.

I thought you'd be glad to see me, huh?

Take me home, Bobby.

Shh, shh, shh. The tasers fucked your head up.

You fucking tased me? I didn't tase you. Why would you do that? I tased you. I

told them not to hurt you.

Who are they?

Huh? Hey. What do they want?

Hold on, hold on.

I'm in trouble.

Of course you are, Bobby.

By your way out, you can afford it.

No, you don't understand.

What, $850,000?

Would you burn through all your Nord money? It's not possible.

I made some bad investments, Paul.

A fucking poker table? How much you owe?

Huh?

How much will it take to never have to see you again?

I don't understand, Paul. I told you.

Whatever it costs, okay? I've got the money.

No, you don't.

You don't.

I've got four million dollars.

Fucking kill me.

Just fucking do it.

Let him do it.

Oh, I'm fucking sorry.

What? You don't know where my money is.

What did I do to you?

Huh?

What did I do to you? Huh?

Fuck!

What's this?

You're all right, Paul.

Huh? Bodnar.

This is my brother.

What, you planned this?

The entire fucking robbery?

Why? I never got the ring you like.

Don't fuck!

I'm on camera in the store.

I left with them, right? And it's going to look like I was the inside guy. Paul,

she just wants to talk to you. Fuck.

I am engaged on a certain project.

Complex, but commercially attractive.

I'm not interested.

You need to jump.

I've lost my nerve.

You don't want me, Paul.

Shut up. Just shut up, Bobby. She knows about everyone.

She knows she's pregnant.

The job's important.

It's of its case.

You've seen the efforts that were undertaken to ensure your cooperation

today. The same efforts can be turned against you, so... Do what you want to

do. You can work your own way.

You don't like guns, you don't have guns.

You don't want your brother there because of what happened in your work.

It's not my fault. It's bullshit.

Look, I don't know what my brother told you, but I'm not the right man.

I don't think you understand, Paul.

Fucking kill me.

Bobby, I understand that.

They'll kill you too. Maybe.

And Severin.

And the dad.

I can't believe I'm gonna be an uncle.

And as a baby.

Stop talking, Bobby.

If they got to me, they'll get to Severin.

You've seen what they can do.

That's enough, Bobby.

Your brother understood.

What do I understand?

It already happened.

The decision wasn't yours.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Hey, don't. Hey, Paulie.

Don't. I said don't.

You took my money.

You stole it from my mother's grave.

And you brought these people to threaten my family.

I can't get away from you!

Get out of me!

A job.

Not for me.

What is it?

Oh,

fucking Betamax, Dad.

fucking bum.

Mom?

How did you know I'd be awake?

It's a lucky guess.

Well, I've always kept you company on Christmas morning.

I bet it's beautiful over there.

Swiss fairy tale.

Sure is.

We miss you, Jackie.

We worry.

Mom, you don't have to worry about me.

I'm good.

As a matter of fact, I'm about to finish this job. It's a big deal.

And I'll be able to come home.

You've always been able to come home, Jackie.

Merry Christmas, Mom.

Fucking Europe.

That's funny to you, Fondue?

Huh? About as funny as that damn broom closet y'all put me in upstairs.

No, you're the guy who hides out on the fifth floor.

The American.

I'm the American. What gave it away?

Everyone knows that machine doesn't work. Nothing works. Everything smells

like death and bacteria and mold.

If you don't like it, go home.

I'm counting the fucking days till I go home, Swiss cheese.

You know, we got this bet going on. What did you do to be stuck here for eight

months?

You know what the winner of the bet's not going to get?

A cup of coffee.

Try it downstairs, brother.

Brother? Really?

Is anybody going to get that?

Hey!

I thought a flashing red light was a fairly international symbol.

Don't worry about it. It's nothing.

I'm not worried about it. I want to know what it is, and I want to know it's

being dealt with. It's being dealt with.

So why is it still flashing?

It's not flashing.

The machine upstairs is broken.

I thought at least in Switzerland things would work properly.

Well, this is a police station, not a Paddock Phillip commercial.

Merry Christmas.

Zenf. Don't mention it. No, you have Zenf. You have mustard.

You have mustard.

Hey.

Thanks.

Elhoff. What is Elhoff? It's a cat up a tree.

What?

Cat up a tree. You don't say that in America?

Boy and a wolf.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about. There is a boy, he says

wolf, and he keeps saying wolf, and then there is no wolf.

Oh, God.

Okay, so Elhoff is... The Lindenholz bag.

Their alarm is faulty every day for six weeks.

Do I need to remind you what happened to the boy who cried wolf?

We're a skeleton crew. On Christmas Day, we don't have any flesh, only bone.

The street patrol, they will go down there and reset it manually.

When armed robbers hit the Banco Central in Brazil, they triggered the alarm

every day for a month to desensitize the response.

I thought you were the money laundering guy.

The Linden Hall, does it have a security deposit facility?

Yeah, but they're voltage old, still hardwired to the board.

I haven't covered it.

But you have covered all the other 2,317 safety deposit facilities under Zurich.

Most of them.

It's kind of my thing lately.

I don't know what you're searching for.

But unless you're looking for a vault to store your grandmother's prose... Look,

can you tell me where it is?

Between Groth and Mr. Glass in the museum.

There's an archaeological dig in the cathedral crypt.

And their vibrations keep screwing up the Lindenhof's alarm.

They're both on the same circuit.

I would take the train, but it's Christmas.

Yeah, too bad.

That's my charming American way of asking you for a ride downtown.

We were told to extend a...

Every courtesy to our friend from the FBI.

How courteously I would like to refer to this great American invention, the Uber

application.

Happening in seven days.

Over this New Year holiday, an American-led gang is going to steal 800

million and 1,000 Swiss franc notes.

So, not money laundering.

I'm not here for the cuckoo clock.

800 million.

And you know this. I know this.

Well, we don't know this.

How do you know that?

Because I'm smart.

And I have someone on the inside.

Who? That's the wrong question.

Where? That's the right question.

I know who. I know what. I know when.

I just don't know where.

It doesn't bother you.

Beneath these streets are the proceeds of crime and injustice stretching back

to Napoleon fucking Bonaparte.

I don't really think about it.

I'll try to think about it more.

When you stop invading other countries.

But your career must be really in the toilet, I mean.

Wow, look at you.

Working away on Christmas Day all alone in your little office.

Is it because you're black?

What is it like to be a black policeman in America? I always wondered. I mean,

American police are killing black people all over the place.

Yet you are a policeman who is black. Holy shit.

What?

You think you could just say racist shit to me because you're saying it to my

face? Like it's a result of quaint European curiosity instead of blatant

bigotry? Do you think we Europeans are more bigoted than Americans?

Hell yes.

I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm just used to the old American racism.

I made SEC at 29 because I'm damn good and I was hungry.

I got shunted sideways because I fucked up.

So not because you're black.

Hooray for the system.

I got an agent killed.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. No.

It was a complicated takedown. I made the wrong choice.

I know.

I mean, I checked you out.

We're cops. We have the internet, so... The drug robbery in Newark.

I forgot your agent died. I'm sorry.

After Christmas, my boss and his boss will come to Zurich. Now, what they

don't know is... They're going to watch me take down the biggest banking heist

in the history of Europe.

I'll walk you there, John Wayne.

You see, that's what the boys call you.

To us, you're not black. You're just a big, dumb American.

Thanks. Don't you have a family you need to go home to?

Any excuse?

You're welcome to join.

Make it sound so alluring.

So, kid, I'll go to 48.

I'll present to you the Lindenhove.

Like I said, cut up a tree.

It's all been reset.

They change the codes every day.

The bank manager is the only one who has them.

I want to see.

What's the harm?

They're not going to let us in without a warrant.

This is Switzerland.

They'd be fired if they did. And honestly, I'd be fired for asking them.

The cathedral is this way, right?

You really don't trust people, do you?

It's not my job to trust.

It's my job to check it out.

I won't underestimate him this time.

What do you mean, this time?

Wait, the guys from the truck robbery?

In Newark?

Are they in Zurich?

Paul Galvin stole from me once. It won't happen again.

Okay. Oh, so it's like you get Mr.

Galvin, you get your home back, you get your career back.

Your mom can put that employee of the month certificate back on the free

store. Yeah, well, some things you can't get back. Some things are gone forever.

I gotta go.

If you think I'm crazy, I get it.

Today is Christmas.

Be with people.

Ah!

John Wayne.

Thank you.

Oh, Jack.

Don't you fucking move, Calvin.

I told you I'd get you.

Yeah, the Holy Ghost is upon me.

That's what we call you, you know?

Yeah. You know, it's funny because...

Hey! I thought you went home first.

Why are you still under the car?

This is Inspector Thalmann, number 301.

This is Inspector Thalmann, number 301.

Police, direction Zurich.

That's wonderful.

I think it's the Lindenholz. I think they're doing it now.

That's just dumb.

I'm not chasing you anymore

Where are you, Serge?

They left the fucking fat in the elevator.

We'll go dark, okay? Code red, just in case.

Serge?

You stole from me, Calvin.

Now you're gonna know how it feels.