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Camille!

Camille!

Camille! I can't believe it!

What an amazing coincidence. It's unbelievable.

I'm staying in this hotel.

Well, in any case, I kept thinking about our conversation,

and I couldn't get it out of my head.

And I started thinking, maybe you thought I was rude or impolite.

Because I left so suddenly, and...

If you let me, I can explain everything.

It's just that...

Well, I just got divorced, and I had promised myself...

- I'd love to hear about that promise. - Okay.

- Now it's me that might seem rude... - Getting in?

Yes, yes. Yes. To be honest, I'm in a real hurry.

- I'm late for a concert. - In that case, why don't I come with you?

And we can chat a little on the way.

Come in.

Bring the bike?

The keys, please.

Where you going?

I have something to do. An errand for Berlin.

The keys, please.

Where are you going?

I have to get the chalice.

And in the meantime, you stay here and watch the monitors.

Hmm?

But there's no one at home, idiot.

- In case they come back. - And how do you expect to get the chalice?

I wait for the priest,

I start the bike,

I drive by,

I grab it, and ciao.

Capisce?

And which hand will you use to grab it?

I already know you're good with your hands,

but that chalice is pretty heavy.

You're trying the briefcase pull?

I'm coming with you, and that's that.

And anyway, fast bikes are my thing.

Well, how can I put this? Um...

I promised myself that I would... take a break

and not see anyone for a little while.

Do you mind if I get dressed?

I brought some clothes to change into on the way.

But of course. Yes. Be my guest.

Um, I was looking forward to...

to enjoying some time on my own.

A life of solitude.

You see, what my heart needs is time to find peace.

Don't you think that sounds misogynistic?

No.No. Not at all.

Personally, I find it's more a question of self-preservation.

But then, after our conversation, I began to wonder.

What if I'm punishing myself for a failed marriage, huh?

Am I, in fact, denying myself the opportunity of meeting

a marvelous woman?

There are four billion women on this planet.

The chances of meeting someone truly fascinating are quite slim.

And to ignore such a chance is unacceptable.

And that's why I called out to you like a madman on the street.

I mean, what are the chances we would ever...

May I?

- Yes? - ...meet?

And... and that's why I'm here.

Thanks.

Hey!

And don't forget what I said.

MONEY HEIST BERLIN

Let's go.

Stop, stop, stop!

He's with those guys, those ex-cons.

Taxi!

Go!

- Shit! He won't let go! - Victor! Father Toureaux!

The chalice!

- Grab the bag! - The chalice!

The chalice!

Victor!

Hurry up! Come on!

Fucking get them!

Move!

Get out of the fuckin' way!

Roi!

What are you doing?

Are you okay?

Step on it!

Get outta the fucking way!

Move, for fuck's sake!

- Are you crazy? - Shut the fuck up!

- What's wrong with my wife? - What's going on?

Move your ass! Quick!

Shit!

- Move your ass, lady! - No!

- Move your ass! - Hey!

- I won't ask again! - Enough!

Son of a bitch!

Table! Watch out! Shit!

- For fuck's sake! - Faster!

Roi, shut the fuck up! Just shut it! Okay?

Watch out! Watch out!

Watch out!

A wedding and a funeral.

Just like the movie.

Look.

Hey!

Watch it!

Asshole!

This way.

Get down.

The fuck are they?

Come out, you bastards!

You're dead!

If we move, they'll hear us for sure.

Not if we create a diversion.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

I heard something.

Meet me at spot 123. Go that way.

Follow my lead.

Hey!

What is that?

The hell's going on?

What the fuck is this shit?!

- Go check there. - Okay.

Come on. Show yourselves.

Dammit!

- Hey! - Shit!

- You okay? - Now what?

We hot-wire a car and make a run.

But it has to be an old car with no alarm system.

Like that one.

You ready?

- Shit! - Start the damn car!

I can't. The alarm's gone off. The ignition won't work.

- So what now? - They're coming.

Get in the back.

Move it.

I didn't think you'd be able to fit in here.

But then, you jumped straight in.

It's my bow tie.

I like to be elegant, even when I'm grocery shopping.

You really don't look like the kind of man who goes shopping.

You look like the kind of man who lives in hotels.

Who travels around the world and visits museums.

And likes vintage wines from French châteaus.

Mm.

I bet you this is the very first time you drank beer from a bottle.

You're right.

I hate drinking from bottles that have traveled in crates

and are moved from warehouses from trucks and from people's hands to our lips.

It's revolting.

But this one tastes glorious.

Let's drink to that.

To tasting glorious.

Are they still there?

I don't see them, but we're not waiting here to find out.

Let's try that car.

- Fuck yeah! - Go, go, go! C'mon! Move it!

- There you are, thief! - Shit!

- Fuckin' thief! - Faster, Roi! Faster!

Careful! Watch out!

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Let's go.

That's it. Run, you bitch.

Go on. Run, you pussies.

I just wanna thank you for... a wonderful evening.

- Extraordinary, even. - Mm.

Um, I sincerely hope we can do this again the next time I'm back in Paris.

The next time, I'll take you someplace where you can drink from Bohemia crystal.

Well, in that case, you'll need my phone number.

Unfortunately, I don't have a pen.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

What? Are we going diving?

- I thought it was Cameron. - I lent her my bike.

- I was looking for her. - Well, she just left.

- And my bike? - I don't know. She must've taken it.

Well, see you later.

Hang on. Wait.

You gonna tell me what the goggles are for?

They're VR goggles.

Oh. Wow.

- Is it a game? - No. It's not a game. It's a simulation.

- But I haven't finished the programming... - Don't touch it.

Be careful with it.

Did you design what you see with the goggles?

- Yes. - Man, that's unreal!

- You're gonna have to let me try them. - No.

Then, I'm gonna have to cuff myself to the bed.

Come on.

Pretty please.

Five seconds.

Keila, this is fuckin' awesome!

Shit. Look at that view!

And the color of the ocean?

- That's Zanzibar. - Crazy.

Why am I not moving?

You're not wearing the sensors.

Hang on.

I don't know why you're a thief.

You should be with NASA.

You're a genius.

- There you go. - What's this for?

They're motion sensors.

What?

I have to put some on your abdomen and on your back.

- Go ahead. - Okay.

Okay.

No.

It won't stick.

It's the oil.

Let's see. That'll do.

That should do it.

There.

Okay.

Turn around.

Here.

Done.

- Good? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? - Yes.

So cool. Now I can move.

I've got goosebumps!

- Touch it! Feel it! Touch it! - Yeah, yeah.

Goosebumps.

Holy shit!

Is that chick you?

That's enough. Give it back.

You've had way more than five seconds.

That was you.

My avatar.

You were seeing yourself in the mirror.

Yeah. You're probably right.

It must be a problem with your program.

But all the same, I'm pretty sure I saw your nipples sticking out

under that sexy dress you had on. Mm?

You see. You're at it again.

If it's not pussy, it's nipples. Turn around.

What'd I say?

Get out.

When Cameron's back, I'll have her call you. Bye.

Sorry if I upset you.

Can I ask you a question?

What's your program for?

It's a sort of parallel reality.

You know, not everyone has good friends

and can go and enjoy themselves in a holiday paradise.

I don't really know you, but do you like clubbing?

I'm the fucking dance floor master.

Well, when you want to dance in some cool club, you put on the goggles,

and you experience it with all your senses.

But it's not real.

You're here, in a room.

But your brain processes it like it's real.

You dance with people, you talk with people from other countries.

You have drinks with them.

The emotions you feel are real.

The world you're creating is amazing, bookworm.

You're a genius.

- I'm heading back to the crypt, okay? - Okay.

When were you planning to tell me?

We were on a mission for Berlin. We didn't have to tell you anything.

We've been calling him all night, but he hasn't answered.

A few hours in Paris, and what a fucking mess.

And I'm not talking about breaking into Polignac's place.

I'm talking about attacking a priest and dragging him down the street.

About crashing into the middle of a wedding.

Assaulting ex-cons.

The stealing and destruction of multiple vehicles.

- Twenty... - Here's your croissant.

You set off 26 car alarms.

And you have breakfast with croissants and café au lait,

as if nothing had happened.

He wasn't alone.

And it wasn't easy to steal the chalice with those two gorillas around.

Well, in that case,

let's all sit back and relax and order some eggs Benedict. Okay?

Monsieur?

But for a small miracle,

we'd all be sitting in a maximum security prison right now.

Do you recognize this?

Where'd you get it?

Last night, the priest came to see me, scared out of his wits and limping.

He said he was no longer traveling to Spain

and that we were right about security.

He said some scoundrels had tried to rob him.

He said he had a backache.

That we should continue our dig and that he was on leave

for a week because he felt so shaken, he couldn't say Mass.

All that to say,

luck is on our side, and we have seven days to drill a hole.

And you will wake up Berlin.

Now.

Are you okay?

Fine.

I guess I needed the adrenaline.

You don't have to be here, Cameron.

I told Berlin I'd stay to the end.

And I will.

- Talk to me. - Hi.

It's Camille.

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning

was to laugh.

It's not often you see a man in a bow tie

carrying a singer on his shoulders at a punk concert.

Thank you for that memory.

You're welcome.

You know, I'd wear my tuxedo to a McDonald's with you.

All you would have to do is ask me.

I was on the balcony, looking at your hotel,

wondering whether you would still be there.

I'm still here.

If you like, we could have breakfast together.

Before I answer that, I have something to tell you.

I'm married.

- For the past eight years. - Mm-hmm.

But yesterday, I felt a special connection with you.

One that rarely happens in life.

You said there were four billion women on this planet.

There are also four billion men.

And it's not that easy to meet someone you'd like to know better.

Or a life you might want to explore.

First, you tell me that you're married, then you tell me you want to explore?

I'm afraid I'm a little confused about this exploration.

Well, I'll do my best to explain.

When do you leave Paris?

Tomorrow morning.

What a shame that you have to leave so early.

Oh baby.

Oh baby, oh baby. I am the master!

Good morning.

Roi, you just missed an extraordinary moment.

It was epic.

This way. This way.

It's time to celebrate, Roi.

Some bubbly for you.

And some more bubbly for me.

Is this because we found the chalice?

Roi, no. No, no, no. It's because of her.

Here.

Roi, she called me.

- Polignac's wife? - Why do you dwell on these minor details?

The only thing that matters is that the countdown has begun.

I've made my move, and she's in check.

And now, I just have to wait and see what move she makes next.

I'm pretty sure she'll call in less than three hours.

Actually, no. I'd say, tops, one hour.

Maybe one and a half.

It's Camille.

May I come in?

Actually, that's not a good idea.

You just told me that you're married.

And if I let you inside, I won't let you out until after Christmas.

Camille...

...I'm not looking for an affair.

At least, not some ordinary, trivial affair.

I'm looking for something unique.

And unique...

well, that's just not compatible with being your lover on the side.

Uh, when is an affair trivial?

Can you tell me?

Because I can't.

I live my life as intensely as possible.

Some nights, when I can't sleep, I get up and go to a bar.

I speak with everyone I meet.

I drink tequila.

And I dance like crazy.

And when I go home, I'm happy.

Because I've experienced something spontaneous.

I guess most people would just toss and turn in their beds,

but I wanna live life to the fullest.

I can't lie there and stare at the ceiling

when there are people like you

who appear in your life when you least expect it.

In any case, I understand what you mean.

And I appreciate it even more because it shows how honest you are.

Au revoir.

I hope... we'll get to meet again someday.

You've done the right thing.

Let the lady make up her own mind.

Roi...

the room is filled with cameras and telescopes overlooking her apartment.

That's why I rejected her.

- Damn it. - Right.

I rejected her.

Camille, stop!

Hey, hey! Over here!

Ah!

All yours.

- You all right? - Not really. No.

I need to discuss this with someone of my own gender.

Talk to me.

I've always had a good idea about what I like and don't like in life.

Hm? Literature.

I like the classics. I dislike bestsellers.

Nutrition. I like moussaka, and I can't stand fried food.

And men?

I like the smart ones with good manners. The intellectual types.

And I hate the vulgar ones who make catcalls and dirty comments.

All those dumb half naked guys who spend their time taking selfies

with their motorbikes. Do you know what I mean?

- I get it. - Well, all that's gone down the drain.

That coarse, ill-mannered, boorish guy

has somehow connected with a part of my brain,

with my nervous system.

- I guess it's animal instinct. - Okay. Tell me who it is?

- Bruce. - You like Bruce?

- No. - You like Bruce.

No. I don't like him. Not at all. I don't.

But... when I see him,

sweaty and covered in dirt,

I feel flush.

My heartbeat accelerates, and I have what's called dyspnea.

You know what that is?

It's when you can't get enough oxygen into your lungs.

But this has happened before?

No. Not like this.

When... I close my eyes,

I see him pouring water over his chest.

I see the water, flowing over his skin.

And that necklace with the anchor,

as he moves his body, it knocks against his chest...

It goes... "Clang, clang."

"Clang, clang."

And that image repeats like a GIF. "Clang, clang."

Like someone calling me.

- "Clang, clang. Is anyone home?" - Do you have other images like that?

His underwear.

What do you mean, his underwear?

One time, I saw them sticking out of his pants.

That white elastic band.

All I can see is the name.

- Always. - What name?

"Lobo." That's the Spanish word for wolf.

"Lobo, Lobo, Lobo, Lobo, Lobo."

And now something very unusual has happened.

He slapped your ass?

Don't be silly.

It looks like... like I've become addicted to his scent.

Huh. What do you mean?

I can smell him.

Whenever I'm near him, whenever he walks by, I smell him.

What smell? His cologne?

No, I don't think he uses cologne.

It's something like... uh...

A male scent.

Like a wild beast.

Like pheromones.

I don't know.

Girl, it's his sweat.

It must be sweat, but I've always found sweat disgusting.

But when Bruce walks by...

I inhale.

You... inhale?

- He wiped himself with this. - Keila.

I was going to wash it with my laundry, but I didn't.

What's wrong with me, Cameron? I don't understand these impulses.

Relax. Stop being so dramatic.

What's wrong with having a crush on Bruce?

I don't know. I mean, the guy's just a baby.

What age is he? Twenty-four?

I'm 36 years old.

Help.

Well...

if you feel like getting laid, then just do it.

And then forget about it.

But if it means trouble, then don't go there.

Sex is fun, but love's a very different story.

Why do you say that, Cameron?

Love is a disease with different phases.

Anxiety when you find it.

Fear of losing it.

Depression when it leaves you.

Keila, you know what I do when I get really upset about stuff?

- What? - I dance.

Why would you do that?

Come on. Get up. We're gonna have a party.

Come on, Keila!

You're crazy.

- Come on, Kei-Kei. Let's go! - No! No way!

- I can't dance. No! - C'mon Keila!

- I don't drink. Ever. - Go for it!

Open wide, girl.

What's all this?

- That music? - Yeah, but we were going to bed.

Bruce!

Houston, we have a problem.

I'm on it.

Yo!

- No way. Take 'em. - Come on.

- Join us. - Roi!

- Okay. Just one. - That's it.

Are you okay?

I kinda feel like... throwing up.

Oh, Kei-Kei.

Hey! How are we doing?

We made it!

Work on the tunnel will be completed when we reach a brick wall

that will lead us to our goal.

The Viénot Auction House.

And what's that wall?

It's the retaining wall of the building.

We break through it to get inside the auction house.

But instead of getting into the vault through the main steel doors,

we go through the back door.

No one expects that.

And in order to get access to the back door,

first, we move into the air chamber and service area

with pipes, supply boxes, electrical equipment, and sanitation.

Once inside, there'll be a wall of concrete blocks

that secure the antechamber.

Which then leads us to the vault.

Then, we will cut the iron joints that connect the blocks.

But we won't move those blocks yet. And why is that, Damian?

Because inside the antechamber is CCTV,

which is linked directly to the monitors of the security guards inside.

The guards will be bored because there's no auction at the moment.

Very bored.

One guard at the main entrance,

and a second one in the basement, right in front of the vault.

Here again, we can observe the magnitude of our plan.

Breaking into a vault when it's empty. Don't you think that's a magnificent idea?

It will optimize the chances of success.

And that's why we need to get those guards

away from their monitors for three minutes.

That's the minimum amount of time I'll need to hack the CCTV.

And how do we do it?

Using diversionary tactics.

And for that, we'll need to know

everything there is to know about our new friends.

We're going to analyze every move these gentlemen make.

But first, we must study the foundation of every security guard's life.

What they eat for dinner.

I'd like to place an order, please. Two 14-inch pepperoni pizzas.

At eight, they order food using the landline.

- Yes? - So, what you order us?

Pepperoni.

- Pizza. - Almost always pizza.

The landline network interface is located in the service area.

Keila will have already hacked into the system.

Psst!

- Good evening. How can I help you? - Hi.

I'd like to order two 14-inch pepperoni pizzas

and two beers, please.

Perfect. And your address?

Auction House Chez Viénot.

Fourteen Turenne Street.

Thank you and have a good night.

Thank you.

And so begins our show.

In the service area, we will have a changing zone.

There, we will remove all clothes covered in dirt from the catacombs

and put on our hazmat suits.

I don't want anyone in the antechamber or the vault without their suit or gloves.

A fingerprint or a speck of dirt,

even an eyelash will have your DNA.

And then, it's game over for us.

We'll use that time to finish our preparations.

But mostly, we'll use the time...

You took 90 minutes?

...to piss off the security guards.

Cold food.

They're not pepperoni, and they're fuckin' cold.

The wrong order.

And they're not 14-inch.

It's lemonade!

The kind of things that really get on your nerves when you're hungry.

I'm not paying for this.

You're not gonna pay?

You're gonna pay me now. Then you can go back to your hole.

Got that, chipmunk?

- Huh? - You're hungry. You're annoyed.

You've waited over an hour and a half. The delivery guy's a punk.

He's rude, and he has that look in his eye.

- What? - "What? What?"

You deaf too?

He'll call his colleague downstairs, and that's what we want him to do.

Get up here. We've got a problem.

A problem? What's going on?

As soon as the second guard leaves his post,

that is precisely when our second act will start.

We're good to go.

We'll have exactly three minutes to complete the hack.

It's too short.

It's really risky.

My dear Keila, where you see risk, I see adrenaline.

Okay, Alain. On my way.

- Go. - We extract the concrete block.

Like a piece of jigsaw puzzle.

And we get inside the antechamber.

Naturally, the CCTV will see you.

But Bruce...

You called the other monkey for help?

...playing the cocky delivery guy, will make sure you go under the radar.

Hey. Don't touch me.

You understand anything, or do I have to speak monkey?

Hmm? Huh?

There's a door there.

I know. It's our Achilles' heel.

If someone opens that door, we're screwed.

In our line of work, there's always a certain percentage of risk.

Two minutes, 30 seconds left.

You need to buy us as much time as possible.

You need to push them until they blow a fuse.

Alain, Alain. Take it easy.

- I like this. - Don't you touch that.

And while Bruce buys us some precious time,

Keila and I will neutralize the CCTV.

Keila, would you kindly explain the technological details?

The antechamber is a security room.

It holds the hard disks

for the auction house's entire security system.

I'll hack the four cameras we need.

The main hall.

Now? Will you pay me?

The antechamber.

- You wanna fight? - Hey. He's not worth it.

Calm down.

Ninety seconds left.

Outside the vault.

- Hey! Get away from there. - Pay me, then!

And inside the vault.

There was another wire. I didn't see it.

You just blew out the CCTV.

Hey. Are you okay? Kid?

Once you're finally knocked out and lying on the floor,

you can bite on the fizzy pill.

And soon, you'll be spitting foam from the mouth like a rabid dog.

And what if they call an ambulance?

Or the police?

- And what would they say? - Wake up.

"We beat up some delivery guy because the pizza was cold,

and he fell on his head, and he's having a seizure?"

Don't worry. They'll revive him first.

Alain! A cushion. Quick! Quick!

Seventy-five seconds.

I blew a fuse.

Relax. Find the fuse, then bypass it.

I don't see it.

- I can't find it! - The fuse box.

Open it!

Find the fuse.

One minute.

Found it!

Too many. We have no time. Leave it.

If we leave, they'll catch us. The cameras are dead.

A spoon!

Come on.

Open up! Come on! Come on!

Fifty seconds.

Come on.

Come on. That's it.

Thirty seconds.

C'mon.

I got it.

Water!

Here.

Come on. Come on!

Fifteen seconds. Fuck's sake. Hurry.

C'mon. Hey! Come on. Get up.

- Okay. That's it. Okay. - What happened?

- Stand up. Up you go. - What's goin' on? Where am I?

That's it. Up you get.

Five seconds.

Get out, now.

Shut up, Roi.

Done!

Here. Take that.

- For the pizza. - There we go. You'll be fine. All right.

That's it. Out of time.

You gotta leave. Get out.

- Leave. I'll do it. - Almost done.

Once we have control of the video signal to the monitors,

it's imperative that you leave as quickly as possible.

Leave!

Thanks.

See ya.

What a fucking asshole.

Hurry! Move!

And then, we put back the concrete block, right where it was.

And if everything goes well,

Keila will have complete control over the security system.

And then, we shall be ready to begin

the wonderful second act of our marvelous magic show.

How to open a vault that has steel walls over ten inches deep.

And more importantly, how to do it unnoticed.

So we can come and go as we please,

as if it was a revolving door in a luxury hotel.

An act worthy of David Copperfield.