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INTACT

Place your bets, please.

No more bets, please.

27 red, odd, high.

Place your bets, please.

- For the staff. - Thank you.

No more bets, please.

24 black, even, high.

30 red, even, high.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else.

Place you bets, please.

29 black, odd, high. Nothing on this number.

You won't die of old age.

You think someone can beat me?

Have you had dinner?

Don't do it.

Goodbye, Federico.

Hey, now the old man's deactivated him

we can touch him without him jinxing us.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

His name's Tom�s Sanz. Tell them he wasn't travelling alone.

- What about this? - Cut it off.

Nurse!

Three months putting up with my mother-in-law.

Finally she dies, we get 500,000 pesetas from her will.

Then, my wife goes to the bank and loses the cheque.

She says it's my fault, that I'd jinxed it.

I was really mad. Everything that went wrong was my fault.

Get a picture of her?

I can find one.

So I throw her out, she slams the door,

and all the papers fly up in the air.

And suddenly, just like that, I see

a cheque made out to cash for 500,000 pesetas.

What do you think of that, Federico?

Am I or am I not a lucky guy?

- Going to keep it? - What?

The cheque.

- What do you think? - Horacio Caparros,

you are a lucky man.

No.

Give it to me later.

This is Claudia, pick up the phone.

Fresh meat from the air crash.

Okay, it's your loss.

As you're on holiday, they gave me the file.

So tough luck, old fogey.

This one will cost you twice as much.

Didn't they all die?

And all that for a miserable 50 million pesetas.

Only half if he survives.

If he'd taken out a policy with us,

he'd have got 5 or 6 times more.

We'd be talking of 200 or 300 million.

Now that's money.

Thank you.

Claudia!

Hi, old fogey.

Good morning.

Enough?

Just routine...

He's being held for robbery.

I know.

He's got money coming?

He's had a terrible experience.

He's earned it.

Wait until he's made a statement.

Please...

I just need to see him sign it, that's all.

How much?

What?

How much money?

25 million.

Do you think that makes up for such

- an experience? - He agreed.

That's cheap for the airline.

Two minutes...

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

- I'm the insurance agent. - Can I search you?

Thank you.

I have the cheque. Sign here and I'll give it to you.

May I?

She's very pretty.

What'll you do with it?

What?

What'll you spend it on?

It takes a day or two to clear.

I see...

But it won't be any good where you're going.

When I'm worried, I turn to cards.

They pass the time,

distract you.

Just shuffling them

can make my problems go away.

Pick an ace and I'll get you out

of here tonight.

There are no stakes.

Tom�s Sanz,

you are a lucky man.

- Sure. - Believe you me.

The chances of a plane crash are one in a million.

The chances of a crash with you as the sole survivor

out of how many...?

237 passengers?

Are 237 million to one.

Give me another chance?

No stakes again?

Your freedom if you play for me?

Play?

Play what?

I'm sorry,

the 2 minutes are up.

We're just finishing.

So, are you going to sign or not?

The first bet will be with your money.

We'll use what you win for later bets

and finally we'll go fifty-fifty on the winnings.

What if I lose?

You won't.

But what if I did?

You'd be free to go.

How long will this go on?

Couple of weeks at the most.

- I don't know how... - Don't worry.

You don't need any special skills.

Just remember two things...

Never touch me for any reason.

Why's that?

An eccentricity of mine. And no pictures of me.

We don't need mementos of this trip.

Will you remember?

Evening. Have they started yet?

No.

Do you need credentials?

Yes, I don't know him.

The plane lost contact with the control tower

12 minutes after take-off.

The black box has been recovered and should provide

more information on the last moments before the crash.

The total death toll is 237,

231 passengers and 6 crew members.

The sole survivor, Tom�s Sanz,

is in police custody at the hospital...

Are you here voluntarily?

on charges of robbing a bank two months ago.

What's it like being in a plane crash?

I was asleep.

Come on.

You're having me on.

What's that stuff?

- It smells funny. - Treacle.

Its favourite.

Sure.

Your stakes please.

Sorry.

Federico, you can't stay here.

- He's new... - Help him and go.

Here you are.

What's this?

You know we don't bet money.

This isn't money.

It's a gem...

The compensation of the sole survivor of an air crash!

Yes, of course...

I thought you looked familiar.

I won't play him.

Even so, it's not enough.

One of his fingers would be a real trophy.

If he's willing,

- I'll play. - A good idea.

- What shall we do, Federico? - We play.

- Wait! - Count me out!

Wait, damn it!

- What about my finger? - You won't lose a finger.

- Out of the way. - Those in there...

They're all fucking amateurs,

who won at bingo or fell off a balcony...

So what?

They've got absolutely

- no chance against you. - No.

Fuck it!

You survived an air crash, I got you out of there...

Is that lucky or not?

So?

In there, all you need is luck.

Yeah, but I'm not stupid.

And you're also able

- to control your luck. - You're crazy!

Out of the way.

Or I'll touch you, so

get out of the way.

Why were you the only survivor of that crash? Why?

There were good people on board.

What saved you, a common thief? God?

- Chance. - For you, there's

no such thing.

Your gift lets you take other people's luck.

Otherwise, you'd be dead.

- Sure. - I believe in you.

But if you don't,

you can forget about it.

- Keep the money... - You spoilt it

for a finger and I took a chance on you.

It's yours.

Hands on the table, please.

Remove the blindfolds.

Don't move, please.

Still playing?

You won't die of old age.

- What? - An insect on my head

and I win more in one night

than I have in my whole fucking life!

You could have lost a finger.

- You too, right? - No.

If they'd cut yours off, I'd have run away.

From them maybe, but not from me.

I'm glad you like winning.

How do we go about sharing this?

Yours in autumn and winter, mine in spring and summer.

What a nerve!

I'll look for a bedroom.

This is Ana. Leave a message after the tone...

Hello, Ana. Are you there?

Ana,

are you there?

Oh well,

just to say...

I hope you're okay.

I'm glad you didn't come with me,

though I wish I hadn't taken the plane at all.

I'm glad the two of us

are alive.

I'm glad.

I miss you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come on! Run!

Come on, up!

I can't do that.

I'm too old.

God!

Give me the bag!

Come on, give it here!

- Don't touch me! - Give it to me!

Don't ever touch me again! Ever!

I thought if I rang from a pay phone...

The next time, tell me first.

- And we'll do it right. - Okay, okay.

- What's her name? - Ana.

- Is she the girl in the picture? - Yes.

- Wasn't she travelling with you? - She lost the flight.

That was lucky. So how did she come to miss

the flight?

We need a phone, to warn the bullfighter.

A great fight can only come out of fear.

Not fear of failure, not for a real bullfighter.

But fear of pain...

for you, those around you, your friends.

That fear that keeps you alive in the moment, a great bullfighter.

But you were never gored by the bull.

I lost my fear of the bull.

Without that you can't fight.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Alejandro Dom�nguez. - I know.

- I have a few questions. - Excuse me a moment.

Of course.

This isn't the first time.

The alarm didn't go off.

I always forget to turn it on.

- That often happens. - Old age... I forget things.

Please don't apologise.

Anything missing?

No. Just a minute.

Thank you.

Put it over there, please.

Sara.

Tom�s Sanz's prints are on the car.

- What about the other? - No trace.

The doors and windows weren't forced.

- So how did they get in? - Through the walls...

Or they had a key.

Have you shown us all the house?

Dom�nguez has no convictions

or connections with anyone in our files.

Okay.

Bye, little bull. Goodbye.

Leave me alone.

What were you doing on the plane?

Running away.

And after that?

Maybe set up a business on the beach...

After this, you'll have enough to buy the Caribbean.

What'll we play?

I haven't decided yet.

We'll have lunch here again next month.

Goodbye then.

Just a minute...

I think I'll stay, Alfredo.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

- It was you who broke the window. - What?

Turn round, feet apart, put your hands

- on the car. - What is this?

Do you understand me?

I'm going to handcuff you.

- The right arm first... - You don't need

- to touch me. - Behind your back.

Will you stop touching me!

Let me go!

Gonna fuck me up like your husband and daughter?

What?

The scar...

You're famous with your colleagues.

You should be dead too.

But you lived.

Where's Tom�s Sanz?

Good luck for you is bad luck for others. That's the way, right?

- Tom�s Sanz...? - Let's make a deal.

I'll take you to him and you forget me.

You spent all the compensation on that?

Will it do?

It will.

Why stake so much on Sanz?

Let him get to the Jew.

- Who? - The Jew.

He survived a concentration camp and lives at the casino.

They say he can take away the gift.

Turn you into a normal person.

But I don't believe it.

We are the way we are.

Tonight we'll be playing with captives.

They're fools

who let people like me and you jinx them. You touch them, feel them,

to take the little luck they have.

Then we roll dice and the highest number wins.

It's going to pour down.

You'll need some warm clothes.

Naughty Mummy...

Is something the matter?

Won't you tell me?

Credentials.

For the death of a spouse ...20,000,000 Pasetas For the death of a child ...10,000,000 Pasetas

Your stakes, please.

Is this painting genuine?

- Well, what shall we bet? - I'll put up my house.

You're putting it up now?

When you play, think of something pleasant.

Better if you feel relaxed.

Think of some pleasant moment...

With Ana, for instance.

Why don't you play?

I haven't got the gift.

Are you sure?

When you haven't got it, you're a nobody.

- The one with Tom�s is older... - It's time

to choose the captives.

I can't understand why they're not here.

- Let's leave. - We can't now.

We couldn't play again.

Please step forward.

It's the only way to find him...

The white-haired man.

The white-haired man, please step forward.

Come closer to the mirror.

Choose the most morbid one.

The one in the orange pullover.

The man in the orange pullover, step forward.

The winner takes the stakes and the captives.

Blindfolds.

Don't worry, this is the best part.

Right...

let's begin.

Wait. Don't start yet.

Step up to the mirror.

Your hand, please.

6 and 4... 10.

Your hand, please.

3 and 2...

5.

Get down!

The game is invalidated.

She was in my room when I came round.

She can't beat you.

- She had a gun then too. - And couldn't stop you.

Bitch!

You fucked me up!

You should've waited till after.

You don't deserve the gift.

- What's this? - It's ours. Put it away.

So now what?

- We stake people? - Does it bother you?

This girl...

What'll happen to her?

- She'll probably die of a cold. - Just tell me.

I've no fucking idea.

The photo, the kiss... maybe she fell for you.

Go on.

Look, through some weird rite, you took her luck and now it's yours.

That's what we'll play with from now on... people's luck.

The more pictures, the more luck.

You don't believe me?

It's simple enough. Some people like playing with photos.

It's the easiest way to getting money to escape.

I don't like it.

I won't play that game.

I know no other way...

so it's your choice.

Stay with me or get out of the car, buy a gun and go and rob a bank.

Make your mind up. She'll be coming round by now.

- You're a bastard. - Just looking after our business.

Your stakes, please.

Wait for me over there.

Ready?

- You've staked everything? - It's all or nothing.

The cheque too?

After tonight we stop running,

and sleeping in the car, eating crap.

After this we'll go to Ucanca for the last game.

Ucanca?

What we'll win there is much more important.

It's a question of dignity,

of winning and being respected for it.

That's good.

What? Respect?

There being a reason for all this.

When you win there, you really will be the luckiest man in the world.

Then we say goodbye.

You can buy me a couple of drinks.

Or a couple of bottles.

Now concentrate.

Any one of those here would kill to get to Ucanca.

Come on!

Quick!

Run!

Come on, run!

Come on, come on!

Only two left!

Come on, come on!

Stop, Alejandro!

You've won!

Stop, Alejandro.

Stop.

You've won.

Federico?

Federico?

Let them open the doors!

To you they're open.

Can you drop me somewhere where I can get a train?

What's she doing here?

What's this doing here?

Leave her where she was.

Put her back in the case.

I'm sorry, but she's mine.

Get out.

Out!

I'm sorry.

This shouldn't have happened.

You wouldn't be here if we'd found Tom�s.

Ana,

I need your help.

You must talk to me.

Start at the beginning.

Why didn't you take the plane?

You got nowhere by leaving him

or avoiding the air crash,

because he survived too and look how things are now.

Your bad luck is Tom�s's fault, Ana.

He can drop dead.

I don't believe you.

He wouldn't let me fly.

At the airport he said,

"I don't love you any more."

He saved my life.

What did you say?

"I don't love you any more."

Are you all right?

Why has Caparros's file been copied?

The motorway maniac? The court wanted a copy.

- What for? - His ex-wife's made a claim.

It was suicide but she wants the life insurance.

And Van Kuipp don't want to pay up.

Van Kuipp!

That's the airline's insurance company!

That's mine.

Good evening.

- Are you Claudia? - Yes.

Can you hold on?

Your office told us that you're dealing with the Caparros and Sanz files.

Yes.

I saw someone else at the hospital.

Fucking bastard! Fucking bastard!

Bad luck.

Bad luck my ass!

What'll happen to Ana?

We can get her back.

How?

Play for her picture.

But that guy went to Ucanca.

- Someone else has it now. - Who.

Samuel Berg... the Jew.

How do you know that?

Because he's the fucking God of chance.

Nobody has survived Ucanca in 30 years.

Bastard!

You wanted to take me there!

You couldn't lose. That's why I bet Ana.

What's the game?

They give you a revolver with one empty chamber.

You fire first.

If you kill him, you win. If not...

the Jew fires at you.

Five to one...

Could be worse.

The one who was luckier than you is 6 feet under now.

It's my decision now.

Who will you stake?

They've taken a plane to Ucanca.

I've found a lift that seems to go down.

Roberto?

Carlos, Javier, do you read me?

Federico, you must leave.

Trust me.

Remember you came out unscathed.

"I don't love you any more."

Let's get out of here.

You've finished. Go.

Christ, Federico, we've both finished.

Come on.

We've won.

It's you who's won.

Take care.

Sara? Are you there?