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Come on, Cucho, let's go!

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Come on!

Oh, no!

Monroy, we're all set.

We need you to give us the green light. Monroy?

May I remind you, if you don't give us the green light,

we won't be able to go out with the stuff, so answer me.

Chayo,

we'll have to wait.

Lawyer, what do you mean, "wait"?

Shit, say something.

Molina--

Monroy, we're ready. We need your green light. Monroy.

Molina, do you copy? Molina?

Molina?

God damn it!

That's it!

Molina. Lawyer, say fucking something.

Lawyer, shit, say something.

Molina, you son of a bitch!

Chayo, we have a problem.

That son of a bitch!

Molina, please, God damn it, say fucking anything.

What the fuck is going on?

Molina, do you hear me? I repeat, Molina.

Molina, do you copy, motherfucker?

Boss, what's going on?

Quiet.

We're in deep shit!

If you fuck this up,

I'll make sure you're tried as a fucking civilian. Are we clear?

-Tuck your shirt in. -Okay.

Here.

Get the hell out.

Hey!

Where is everyone?

Coming!

Green light.

Do it, Chayo, get the hell out.

Okay, motherfuckers, we're outta here.

Keep your eyes wide open!

What's so funny, moron?

What is it?

Oh, fuck!

-Start this piece of crap, Estiven. -I'm on it.

Fuck, bro, do it!

Hurry up!

Let's help, come on! Push!

Come on, faster!

Are you pushing or playing dumb?

Lazy assholes, don't just pretend to push,

-letting others do the work for you! -That's it! Hit the fucking gas!

There we go. Fuck, we did it!

We did it, motherfuckers!

Hey!

To the hospital.

Hey, brother, help us out.

Untie us.

Relax, first I'll see what's going on out here.

Son of a bitch!

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our...

Brother?

-Did you get any help, brother? -Bro, help me, please.

It'll be all right. I'll go get you some help.

No, don't leave me here.

Don't go. Don't leave me, please. Don't leave!

Calm down, you gotta stay calm...

Easy, relax.

BANK OF THE REPUBLIC 1923

Hey!

Hey! Hey, pal!

Help, somebody, help!

Help us!

Help! Please!

Help!

Eleven-oh-five!

SIX HOURS AFTER THE HEIST

With all that cash,

how many chicks do you think I can get?

Just to let it sink in.

You, partner? I guess around 7,000 women.

The type who do all the work for a good tip.

We should take Sardino. He could use some love.

He'll finally lose his virginity.

You can't sell or buy love, Estiven.

Plus, I'm good. Two weeks ago, I banged your cousin good.

Ooh, burn!

Don't give me that crap.

Don't tell me you don't pay for sex.

I have no need to pay for that. Just look at me. Look at all this!

With my cut, I'll buy a ticket to visit the Empire State Building.

I'll stand at the top and scream, "I'm the king, motherfucker."

Let those fucking gringos have it.

Know what I'll do with my cut?

I'll buy my mom a beautiful house in the countryside.

We're from Betania.

We had to leave ten years ago. Since then, my mom has been very sick.

My guess is the city doesn't suit her.

I know my mom's days are numbered.

But I don't want her to die in Medellín.

That's why I'll buy her a piece of land in the mountains.

With a nice house,

cows, pigs and chickens.

I'll take her home to die in peace.

What's your mother's name, Goliath?

Rubiela.

Let's toast for Mrs. Rubiela.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Well, guys, we have exactly one hour to pack everything up and leave.

Let's drive straight to Bogotá, take two different routes.

Sardino, help me set it up.

Goliath, take Dragon to Bogotá. Get rid of that piece of shit.

Estiven, I need that truck up and running.

I don't want you to get stuck on the way.

Let's move it.

It's okay, Ezequiel.

-Marcos Zabala? -Yes.

-Please, follow me. -Can you tell me what...

Sir, what's going on?

Follow me.

-Paredes. -What's up?

This is Marcos Zabala, the bank's manager.

Okay. Jean Carlo Paredes, District Attorney.

What the hell is going on here?

I don't know exactly.

We think it's an attempted robbery.

The thing is, we have five guards trapped in there.

-One of them is strapped to a bomb. -What?

We'll try to take it off.

Don't move, stay still.

Don't move.

I won't get to hug my father again, will I?

This is... Be careful. God!

Oh, please, God, save me.

God, I beg you...

Defused.

Thank you, God!

Thank God!

Oh, thank you.

What the fuck is that? Huh?

-Sorry, pal. -What's happening? What the hell is that?

-Sorry, pal! -Hey, don't leave me here alone!

No! God, no!

Oh, my God!

Oh, man, please!

Dear God...

Son of a bitch.

Hey, it's a dummy, motherfucker!

Can I trust you now or not?

Yes, sir.

Frankly, Chayo, I... Well, you know.

Shit happens.

Look... I'd like to apologize to you. I mean it.

Be careful, Estiven.

Sure, sir.

-Have a safe return, kid. -Cool.

When are we leaving, pops?

Let's give them a 15-minute head start.

All right, son.

This can't be true.

It can't be.

This can't be happening.

Why didn't they take it all?

They did take it all.

There was a lot more in here. These are just the scraps.

...at that time.

And stay sharp, I don't want them taking

the millions that were left, so we'll have to--

Mr. Paredes.

I'm Lt. Monroy.

I'm in charge of all this.

I want to let you in...

on the intelligence reports that say

that the criminals behind all this are from Front 76 of the ENL.

That front doesn't exist.

From now on, we're in charge. Thank you.

Scumbags!

Turn that thing off.

Good evening, officer.

Get out and show me the back.

Officer, I have to get this through, help me out.

I said get out, didn't you hear me?

This is Amalia.

The most reliable woman around here.

Here's what we agreed on.

I left the boxes you asked for over there. You can stay as long as you need.

We're leaving tonight.

What do you mean "tonight"?

We've been awake 30 hours straight. We need some rest.

-We're leaving tomorrow. -Going on that truck is risky.

Well, leave if you want,

spend the night in a luxury hotel in Santa Marta,

we can all meet up tomorrow with Ulises.

I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, just to be clear.

You really think I'll lose sight of that cash?

Perfect, then.

Figure out where you want to sleep.

Excuse me. Let's go, son.

Let's get to it.

FIVE-THOUSAND-PESO NOTES

TEN-THOUSAND-PESO NOTES

Twenty-three billion, seventy million...

Fuck!

Twenty-three billion, seventy... What?

Holy crap, wait.

Twenty-three... point 074?

Billion? No, holy crap. Yes.

I've lost count.

Damn!

Holy crap! I guess it is 23 billion, 74... That's what it is.

Huh?

The money's never been in circulation. We have all the serial numbers.

That's great news.

We need to notify every bank in the region right away.

Zabala, thank you.

You've reached Carmen...

-...Roberto... -...and Luisa.

Please leave a message.

ONE DAY AFTER THE HEIST

Hi, darling,

I just wanted to...

check in on you and hear your voice.

I'm okay.

Fortunately, the deal is working out great, I think...

I'll be back very soon. Okay, love?

I figure you're very busy with the whole party planning,

the cake, the DJ.

I'm so sorry I can't be there.

Darling, just to let you know I love you.

Say hi to Luisita for me.

I love you both very much. Okay, darling?

Many kisses for you.

Bye.

Check inside.

Motherfuckers. They just left, Rodriguez.

Check this out.

Son of a bitch!

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Tell me how the party is going, over.

Man, things are pretty busy around here.

What about the musicians? Over.

They haven't arrived yet, go figure.

I heard they confiscated their instruments,

but they haven't found them.

Lieutenant, keep entertaining the guests, please. Over.

Oh, brother, I can't promise that.

Mrs. K, I need the car. I have to go get Molina.

No.

I'm tired of being the old nag.

I can't abandon Molina again.

Look...

I'll make this very clear.

I have...

47 taxis,

six trade shops, one junkyard.

I don't need cash.

What I need is respect.

-We all respect you here-- -No. You do show me respect.

But the others don't.

Kike and the others don't.

They think I'm one of them.

But this...

and listen carefully, this heist...

will change everything.

So go.

But...

if you're not back in five hours...

I don't give a fuck. I'm leaving without you.

Got it, Mrs. K.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

I came to deposit this cash, please.

Sure.

STOLEN NOTES ISSUE DATES AND SERIAL NUMBERS

One moment, please.

Lawyer.

-Why are you here? -Get dressed, fool.

They're coming for you.

All right.

Is there a problem?

Where did you get this money?

I was having a great sleep.

And I usually wake up feeling uneasy.

I never dream.

Maybe in your sleep you don't.

Fuck, could it be...

We have to get out of here now! The police are coming.

Yes, officer.

Well, there's no one here.

Anything to report?

No, sir, nothing to report. Over.

What's wrong?

Damn it! Fuck!

It's there.

But...

What? That won't do it. We've got to push this piece of crap.

It will need more to get unstuck.

There.

Go ahead, Sardino, start the engine.

Fucking shit! Damn it!

Fuck, Chayo!

You son of a bitch!

This is all your fault, man!

You should've listened to me! Fucking idiot!

You had to kiss this guy's ass.

-Don't blame me. -Stay out of it.

What are we going to do? Tell me!

I don't know, but complaining and screaming

won't help us move the cash.

Listen, don't push me, I'm warning you.

You have no clue what I'm capable of when I'm fucking pissed!

What the fuck are you doing here?

Really.

You invested in this, we're paying you back. What else do you want?

I've had it! Stop making our lives miserable, fucking dyke!

Now I'm a dyke? Dyke your ass...

Shit!

That wasn't necessary, Chayo. It's not cool, brother.

It's okay.

Calm down.

Is my baby okay?

Can't you handle the baby for a minute?

No, look...

There, there, baby love.

Here, baby, it's okay.

If it's work, tell them you're busy.

-Work is work. -Not this late.

Well, what if it's my boss?

Then go, just go.

Here, baby, it's okay now.

Hi.

This way.

Where have you been, man?

Back at the coast.

The happy family went on vacation.

How nice.

I didn't give you permission to go anywhere.

Did I?

A job came up.

What kind of job?

Fixing a truck.

Chayo!

What?

I have to go to Santa Marta right away, to arrange things with the pilot.

We can't let Ulises down again.

I'd rather take the money to Ulises with Molina.

If that scumbag busts our balls, we'll be there to negotiate.

Really?

We're leaving it up to this idiot?

Okay, then Molina can stay and die.

Chayo.

I have to go to Santa Marta and make sure the flight waits for us.

So... do whatever the fuck you want.

But you better get me transportation by tomorrow

and figure out this shit.

Go with your boyfriend.

Here's your cut.

Count it if you want.

But I want you and your people to know

that for the shitty information you gave us,

you shouldn't get anything, not even a fifth of what I brought.

Fucking dick.

And one more thing, pal.

I don't need to see you ever again.

But if you and your guys

happen to double-cross us or fuck up, I'll have to come looking for you.

It's not an invitation to a friendly reunion.

It's only a practical suggestion.

So we'll toast some other time then, guys.

Uptight city fuckers.

Damned coastal scumbags.

The motherfuckers refused to fly me back.

We'll have to take the cash by land. I'll see to it. Bye.

Shit.

What?

The flight was canceled.

Mrs. K never got there.

No one wants in on this, brother.

So now what?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

What should we do?

I've spent an entire year this close to losing everything.

You know? This close!

I solve one problem, ten more come up.

I'm sick of this bad streak. I'm tired of it. I can't take it anymore.

Look what you accomplished...

against all odds, bro.

You got Queen Isabella in on it, filled a ship with a crazy crew,

crossed the Atlantic, and now we've spotted land.

So here's a toast...

to the New World, brother!

To newly conquered land.

To newly conquered land.

Cheers.

Hey!

Are you gonna sing this time or not, asshole?

I remember when Jaime Molina was drunk

He would say that if I died first He would paint my portrait

But if he died first

I'd write him a song

Now I'd rather have--

Thank you. Thanks.

For being my friend.

-One more and we're leaving. -All right.

This series is a work of fiction inspired by true, well-known events.

It does not intend to be a faithful depiction of reality

or to be used to determine legal responsibility.

Procedural truth about the events lies in several different court records.