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Do you both live in the big house?

-Sometimes.
-What about you?

Sometimes too.

Are my auntie and uncle very rich?

Tell me.
Are they very rich?

Yes, kid.

Very rich.

Really, really rich?

Are they really, really good-looking too?

My mum is really, really pretty,
although she's old.

She's the prettiest mum in the world.

She takes me to lots of places
and lots of schools.

Are they my auntie and uncle?

Hi, Alba.

-Hi.
-Hello, sweetie.

-You're so pretty.
-Let's go.

Look, a little sheep.

"Binladen": Slang for a 500€ note.

Given that name because,
just like the international terrorist,

"everyone talked about him,
but no one had seen him".

So, 35,000€ equate to:

I need 35,000
like the air I breathe.

If I don't have it by tomorrow,
I won't see my daughter in a long time.

I love my daughter Alba
more than anything.

You must hear these stories all day,

but one more won't do any harm.

I guess you know what a foster home is.

It's one of those places where

the social services have taken
my daughter,

"Until we find a home
where she can grow up"

"in a suitable family environment."

Which makes a single mother unsuitable,

though she works to death
to earn pittance.

What can I do?

Provide a home and food
or stay with her all day.

What would you do?

Well, the thing is...

one of those guys,
apparently the one in charge,

gave me an alternative.

If I...

If I gave him an envelope
with 35,000€ before Friday,

he would arrange to stop proceedings

and I'd get my daughter back.

He said,
"There are always technicalities."

I lied to my daughter, you know?

I told her she had to stay
with some relatives she didn't know

whilst her mother sorted things out.

You're asking for the impossible.

Right now we aren't even granting loans
to people earning over 1,500.

I have a guarantee.

The deeds to my parents' flat.

Whilst they were taking a nap
in the lounge last Sunday,

I took them from their bedroom.

How come they're in your name?

If I were as old as my parents,

we wouldn't be talking right now.

It's quite simple,
they couldn't get a loan

and I was doing well in those days.

Flats are the last thing
savings banks want right now.

If you ever need to auction it off,

even if you sold it for half its value

it'd be a really good deal.

That flat is worth ten times more
than the 35,000 I'm asking for.

I'm not saying it isn't.

I accept the risk of repossession.

I need the money now.

Besides, that won't happen,
I'll find a job

and I'll pay off the loan.

You'd have to open an account first.

Just five euros will do.

I've got that.

Right.
Pop in tomorrow,

we'll open the account
and sign the loan documents.

I don't think you've understood.

When that guy said before Friday
he meant first thing on Thursday.

Apparently at 10 a. m.

A copy of the records
is sent to another department

and it's impossible to get rid of it then.

Tomorrow isn't the day
for signing the loan.

I need to have the money,
withdraw it and put it in an envelope.

I need to sign the loan today.

I saw the advert,

it says the loan is immediate.

It's ten past two.

We close in twenty minutes.

We have to open the account, photocopy
and certify the copy of the deeds,

print and sign a pile of documents
and send the transfer order

to head office in Zamudio.

That's the bad news.

The good news is,
they close at 6 p. m. in Zamudio.

-That's all, Don Eusebio.
-Thank you.

-Thanks to you.
-Goodbye.

-See you, Eusebio.
-Bye.

Yours isn't exactly
our super holiday loan

but it's only fair to give you the gift.

Bag and toilet bag,
both for ladies, of course.

I'll give you a hand.

Raquel Crespo Remeteria.

LD number: 16053205 X.

Interest rate: 22%.

Instalments: 60 months.
Monthly fee: 967.

Too hot?

Sure, our air con is a bit temperamental.

-Nobody move!
-The gun, here.

You, move!

You, brat!

Don't touch a single button
or I'll blow your brains out!

Freeze!
Don't move!

Everyone freeze.

The girl with the rest, right?

The girl with the rest,
good, use your initiative.

Join the group.
Move it!

You ladies, stand up.

Move over to the wall, slowly.

Come on.

Come on, move it.

That's it, that's it,
that's it, that's it.

Come on.
Your ass against the wall, woman.

God damn it, for fuck's sake.
Hey you, fatso!

Move this table.
You two!

-Get rid of this table!
-Come on, over there.

-So we can see one another.
-Come on.

Go back to your place.
Not you. Come here.

-You're the manager, right? Come here.
-Yes.

-How long left to open the safe?
-What?

Time lock.
The safe deposit. How long left?

-Ten minutes.
-Ten minutes?

Plus five to clear it out,
fifteen minutes.

-Sit on the floor, all of you.
-Sit down.

Quarter of an hour, folks.

If everyone does as I say,
and no one plays the hero,

we'll all be home in time for dessert.

Take the girl and do the rounds.

Stand up, girl.

-Get up, damn it!
-Okay.

Come on, for fuck's sake.

Right, sit up.

Take it easy, mate, we're on time.

That one, get the cash and put it in here.
Come on.

In the bag.
Come on, come on.

Leave that, for fuck's sake.
Get on with it.

-God damn it, why the hell...
-No, no, no.

-Get it out.
-What?

-Get your bloody phone out of your pocket!
-It's my girlfriend,

-she's worried because I'm not home.
-Are you the wimp here, or what?

Tell your girlfriend
you've met up with two mates.

No, I'd better tell her about the holdup
because...

So she'll believe you.

Right, all your phones.
Come on.

Everyone!
Put your phones in the bin.

Lift your head up so it bleeds.
Come on.

Come on.
Lift your head up!

Let it bleed.
Come on, woman!

-The girl's phone.
-I've got it.

Hold it.
Over there.

-Very good. Perfect.
-Get a move on.

Take it easy.

Calm down, madam.

Come on, move it.

Hey, watch it!

Right, keep an eye on these.
Let's do it.

Put your hands up.

Get inside, for Christ's sake.

Over there, with the group.
Move it.

It's more lively.
Get a bloody move on!

What do I owe you?

Nine-fifty.

The baby squid was bloody good.

Take ten.

Thanks.

Go on, over there.
Move.

Bloody hell!

Wait, wait.
Let me think, let me think.

What the fuck do we do?
Shit.

-Who the hell is ringing the bell?
-I don't know.

You don't know?

For Christ's sake.

Right, let's see.
Let's see.

-Hang on.
-There's a fucking bloke out there.

We're in a mess.
Okay. We've messed up again.

What?
Are you out of your mind?

-What, mate?
-Fucking hell, yes!

-He'll get fed up and go.
-He won't!

I'll shoot myself, you'll be on your own.

You're manipulative.
You're a toxic person.

Toxic?
Toxic is the shrink who sent you crazy.

Look, hang on, please.

Look at the time, mate.
It's 2.40 p. m.

We can open the fucking safe.

You watch these bastards,
I'll fill the bag with notes.

In five minutes we're out
like two electricians, damn it.

Like we planned.
Come on.

Nothing has changed.

Two days.

Far away from here.
You and me.

Drinking mojitos,
getting high on whatever you want.

Shagging, mate.

-Shagging like monkeys.
-Like bonobos.

Like the fucking bonobos
on National Geographic.

-Right, let's do it.
-That's my boy!

-Go for it. Go, mate!
-Let's do it.

-Let's go.
-Let's go.

Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!

What the fuck...

Look, bitch, you said
the security guy left at 2.36 p. m.

It's 2.40 p. m. and no one has left.

So if you're chatting with him, quit it,

I've only got half an hour.

You know the score
to renew your permit.

That or back to Ukraine, you choose.

Look, bitch, you said
the security guy left at 2.36 p. m.

-What's going on?
-...no one has left.

-So if you're chatting...
-What's going on?

...half an hour. You know the score
to renew your permit.

That or back to Ukraine, you choose.

He's going to grass!

Where the hell are you going?

He's a policeman!

Bloody hell.

What have you done, mate?

He had a gun.
He had a gun.

-What's got into you?
-He had a bloody gun!

-Fuck you, motherfucker.
-Bitch! God!

-God damn it.
-God!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no.
No!

No!

It shouldn't have been
a robbery with hostages!

It shouldn't have been
a robbery with hostages!

No!

Right.

There.

A bugger for the insurance.

I'm sweltering, damn it.

Right.

My name's Lola.

The boss here is called Jonan.

We do whatever he says.
You hear?

We'll call you whatever name we want.

Lola.

Jonan.

My name's Raquel.

If I were you,
I'd switch off the phones.

It's three o'clock, lunchtime.

As soon as they miss us,
they'll start ringing.

If you switch them off,
there'll be less hassle.

For all of us.

Stand up.

Fuck.

Switch the phones off, pal.

Right, now what?

-I have to go through.
-You can't.

I need to go home.

Behind the barrier, please.

Are there any hostages?

We've no idea,
we got here after the shooting started.

Stand behind the car.

The ambulance can go.

All yours.

Ledesma.
Luis Ledesma, right?

I'm Officer Carlos Garay,
in charge of the mediation.

-This is NCO Eva Dominguez.
-Pleased to meet you.

I didn't know
the judicial police were so quick.

-It was a compliment.
-Sure. Fill me in.

Things started just over half an hour ago.

Those two local policemen were on patrol

and they were notified by two passers-by.

Apparently, a bloke left the branch,

he started shooting a state policeman

and he went back inside.

Was the policeman in plain clothes?

The man shot down was Antonio Mediavilla,

he was a colleague of mine, Toñin.

The last of his kind.

He'd been in immigration for three years
and they've finished the poor guy off.

I'm sorry.

Right, the local police can go.
You see to it, Ledesma.

Excuse me.

Right.

Listen up, all those inside.

My name is Carlos Garay
on behalf of the Ertzaintza.

In less than a minute
the phone in the bank will ring.

Pick up the phone and we'll talk.

-Pass me my phone.
-Sure.

Here.

Sons of bitches.

Sons of bitches.

Come here.

We don't know
what the hell to say to the cops,

we have to think, mate.

We can't look nervous in front of
these bastards or those outside, okay?

And get the dosh, mate,

the safe must be hot by now
waiting for so long.

Besides, we're not gonna answer
the bloody phone.

-We'll show them who's boss.
-They can call back.

Good, bloody good.
Good, that's my boy.

Let's go.
Let's go for it.

Well...

Just as I expected.

That's the way.
What's your name?

-Elias.
-Elias, Elias, don't make a mess.

This is like during the war.

My grandad said
they'd eat the meat from the stew first

and then the soup.
The other way round. Get it?

So if they had to scarper,
they had calories to burn.

This is the same.
First the 500 notes, then the 200 notes

and then the smaller ones.
The big ones first.

I have to explain everything.

If anything gets left,
it'll be the bloody loose change.

You haven't done much, have you?

What do you mean?

They took your gun
like they were shaking off your dandruff.

Shall I show you my payslip?
For fuck's sake.

What else was needed
to transfer my money over?

What?

What more did you have to do
to transfer the money to my account?

Two screens.

Jonan.

Jonan!

What?
What?

Can I ask a favour?

When you came in
this lady was handling a transaction.

Would you mind
if she sat at the computer

to complete the transaction?

It will only take a moment.

Are you joking?

I just need her to send
a payment order to head office,

to my account number.

I've just been granted a loan
and I need the money tomorrow.

Go back to your place, damn it.

Go on.

Right, that's it.

What's up?

-What's up, mate?
-This smart ass,

she says this woman has to do
some credit shit.

-She must be skint.
-So what? Look what we've got.

More than 400 big ones, more than
a thousand yellow notes, we're rich.

Look at it.

-Yeah.
-We're rich.

Wait.

Wait, wait.
Take it easy, mate.

I can answer for you.

What?
What are you on about?

I mean...

-What the fuck are you doing?
-Wait, pal.

Let her talk.

If you answer the phone...

the first thing the cops will do
is record your voice,

then they'll send the recording

to all the prisons in the country.

They'll end up matching names and faces.

No one can disguise their voice.

I guess you've both been in the nick,
right?

Do you want me
to beat the shit out of you?

In exchange, I want her
to order a transfer to my bank account.

I want, I want.
Never mind "I want"!

Pick the bloody phone up!

And make sure you sound
a bit more nervous.

Move, damn it.

Who's speaking?

I'm one of the hostages.

I'll speak on behalf of the robbers.

How many are there?

Don't even dare.

I can't tell you that.

But they are prepared to do anything.

Can you tell me
how many hostages there are?

Seven.

Five employees and two customers.

Tell the cop that's enough.

Tell him to phone every hour
and we'll see what we say.

You got that?

That's all for now.

As from now,

call every hour on the hour
and we'll state our conditions.

Punctuality is key.

Get a pen and paper and write down
word for word, four o'clock on the dot.

Remember.

I didn't say that.

Speak normally, don't harp on.

This isn't a school.

I just wanted to be convincing.

Odd, isn't it?

-Yes.
-Quite odd, don't you think?

I mean the way she spoke at the end.
As though, I'm not sure...

Are you thinking the same as I am?

-Yes.
-Okay. I'll be right back.

-Do a full transcription.
-Give me three minutes.

Your word is your word.

When did I promise you anything?

Besides, you've achieved nothing yet.

If that transfer doesn't get sent
before 6 p. m. I'm fucked.

Fuck.

Look, teacher, this is what we'll do:

go back to your bloody place
until the four-o'clock call.

I'll think about
whether I do you a favour or not.

Got that?

Move your ass.

Keep an eye on them, especially her.

Bloody hell...

Boss, boss, come here.

Come here, come here.

It's full of cops, full of them.

Listen, listen.

We're gonna order some food, okay?

Smart ass.
You!

This is what you'll ask the cops for:

-pizza, for everyone.
-And buns.

Sweet things, woman.
Sugar, sugar.

What's wrong?

You said this would be a quick job.

-What?
-I'm at my limit.

-What are you on about?
-I've nothing on me,

I need sugar.

I want sugar, damn it.

-You can't do this now.
-I want sugar, damn it.

The fucking son of a bitch.

"Get", "four".
Right. The first word in each sentence.

Let's see.

"I'm-I-I-can't-but-
seven-five-that's-as-punctuality."

"Get-four."

Fuck.
It makes no sense.

Does it make any sense to you?

Play it again for me, please.

Okay.

That's all for now.

As from now
call every hour on the hour

and we'll state our conditions.

Punctuality is key.

Get a pen and paper
and write down word for word,

four o'clock on the dot, remember.

We're complicating things, damn it.
It has to be simpler.

-Play the last line.
-Just a second.

...and write down word for word,
four o'clock on the dot, remember.

Write down, word for word,
four o'clock on the dot, remember.

Fuck.
You just have to read it as it is,

and cross out this full stop here.

Write down word for word, four.

Word four.

She's saying that the key
to the following conversations

is in the fourth word of each phrase

or each paragraph,
each conversation or each statement.

I'm not sure about that.

So, our messenger girl
is trying to establish

a means of communication
without the robbers knowing.

Hell, yes.

Basic but effective.
There's just one problem.

-What?
-Christ, Eva, this might just be

a load of crap.

Have you heard yourself?

Is that what they teach you
on that "encryptology" course?

Well, it's a possibility in any case.
What we should do

is check,
making her understand we've sussed it.

Right?

-Or what?
-We should do, yes.

-Four o'clock, we've nailed it.
-Good.

Perfect.

-Tell the robbers...
-They're listening.

Good.

I'll talk to you directly then.

If you surrender now
and free the hostages,

things will be easier for everyone.

But most of all for you.
Okay?

You know that the magistrates
value greatly

a voluntary surrender,
the quicker, the more valued.

They say no.

Right.

Just let them know
this door is always open.

Understood?

So, what do they want?

Right, take note.
Just two things.

Food and drink.

What kind of food and drink?

Are you writing it down?

Two types of pizza will be enough.

Beers and soft drinks.

Pizza, beer and soft drinks.

-Anything else?
-Yes.

Yes, add a box of buns as well.

Make it two.

Two boxes of buns.

Anything else?

Coffee for me.

To keep my eyes open.

With skimmed milk.

Anything else?

Nothing else.
White sugar for my coffee, please.

You're a strange woman.

Coffee with skimmed milk
and white sugar.

Right, I think I've got it.
I'll read it out.

"Just two. One white eye."

In other words,
there are two robbers, a man and a woman.

And the woman has a white eye.

Well, it's possible.

Get in touch with the guys in records.

Sure.

Right, listen up, please.

Your order is ready.

This is how we'll do it:

three police negotiators will approach
and leave it

right next to the entrance.

All right?

So, please, keep calm.
Okay? Keep calm.

The fucking pizza cops.

Halt.

Retreat.

A volunteer, to collect the provisions.

Right then.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Catch a tiger by the...

The posh tot.

Are you shit-scared or what?

Go get the pizzas.

-Fucking move it.
-Okay.

-Move it, I'm hungry.
-I'm going, I'm going.

-Move it.
-I'm going.

Watch out.

Easy now.
Easy now. Easy.

No!
No! Stop! Stop!

The bitch!

Hold it!
Stop her! Stop her!

Stop her, damn it!

-The bitch!
-What's up?

She's legged it.

Get me another.
You!

The manager.
Stand up.

-Over to the bloody door.
-Fucking move it!

Move it, damn it!

I swear,

unless you want the boom stick
to bust that potbelly, don't mess with me.

Don't mess around with me.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Out of the way, fatso.

Tell me everything you saw out there.

I can't see a fucking thing
through that window.

How many cops are there?

-Six, six hundred, six thousand?
-I didn't look.

You didn't look?

-You bloody idiot!
-He didn't look.

Think, think, think.

Good afternoon.
Live from Haro Square, in Bilbao.

At around 3 p.m. there was a shooting
with one person killed.

Your blood pressure is a bit high.

But don't worry, it will soon decrease.

Okay?

-Can I talk to her for a minute?
-Yes, but don't upset her?

Thank you.

Hello.
Your name's Iratxe, isn't it?

Hello, Iratxe, I'm Officer Carlos Garay.

What a scare, right?

Can we talk for a minute?

There are two, right?

The robbers.
There are two.

She's called Lola.

He's Jonan.

Excuse me.
Carlos.

Look.

-Is it her?
-Yes.

That's Lola.

But she's got longer hair now.

That's Carmen Torres,
she lost her left eye

in an intense card game
with other inmates.

-An intense card game?
-She came out on probation a month ago.

Show her these,
see if one of them is Jonan.

-Do you recognise any?
-Yes.

This one.
This is Jonan.

He's more handsome here,
he looks worse in real life.

Fuck.
I thought so.

That's David Soto,
he met her in prison,

they did a cookery course together.

He came out one month before her.

What's wrong?

Well, he's been...

hooked on heroin since he was 30,

I think we've got a slight problem.

Iratxe, did he shoot?

-Iratxe.
-What?

Did he shoot?

Yes.

Right, thank you.

These two won't want to go
rushing back to the nick.

Yeah, what about the hostages?
What danger are they in?

On a scale of one to ten?
No idea, to be honest.

It's the first time
Soto has killed someone

but Torres is a different matter.

She stabbed a mother and daughter
in the house she cleaned.

They came back from their holidays early

and they caught her stealing.
She got 42 years for it.

If it weren't for the code amendments

she'd still be strolling round the yard.

Psychological profile?

They can't find it.

But the prison governor defined her
as an unpredictable soul

in the worst sense of the word.

Basically, she's a real bitch.

Shit alcohol-free beer, right, mate?

Right, who's up on technology here?

-I'm a computer expert.
-Turn the TV on then.

The news.

Right.

Sit down.

That's it, good.

We've just been informed
that 15 minutes ago

one of the hostages managed to escape.

Apparently, they fired at her
but missed.

She would have been the second victim.

We remind viewers that the first victim

was a plain-clothes policeman
who tackled the robbers.

According to an eyewitness,

the policeman tried to enter the bank,

having observed strange movements...

The sons of bitches, they make it all up.

Come here, mate.
We're on TV, come here.

Come here, we're going to be famous.

Aren't you going to tell those bastards
we know who they are?

-What we ought to do...
-For once, damn it,

make some use
of that dumb "encryptology" course.

It's the fucking ABC!

We call them by their name,
they shit themselves and surrender.

-As easy as that.
-Will you listen?

-What the fuck are you gonna tell me?
-Can you listen to what I have to say?

And don't interrupt me again.

You got that, Ledesma?

You got that?

Right.

Telling them we've identified them
could work out well.

I agree.

But what if things go wrong?

What if they get even more nervous

and start fucking things up in there?

Do you know why we're arguing?

Why?

Because I've worn
three times as many shoes as you.

Sure.

What do you think, NCO?

I agree with him.

The safety of the hostages comes first.

And regarding the "encryptology" course,

it isn't "encryptology",
it's cryptology, easier still.

Well, that's final.

As officer in command here,
we'll hold back the information, okay?

-I don't believe it.
-You'll have to believe it.

I don't believe it.

Fuck...

We'll have to tell our spokesperson.

Prepare me some sentences
with her code or her...

-Fourth word.
-The fourth word...

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 16.48

As our viewers can see,
the Ertzaintza have set up

a strong police presence
surrounding the bank, several...

Show it to me, all of it...

...you and your colleague, out!
Okay?

-Shit. Shit, the bitch!
-Look. Look, come here.

-Come here, I can't...
-What's up?

-I can't take it.
-What can't you take?

-No, I can't.
-Since when can't you take it?

Since when?
Do I have to remind you of prison

when you had no supplies?
Look at the clock, just seven hours.

-Seven hours is a bloody lifetime.
-You trust me?

You trust me?

-Who's the best poor bloke?
-The one with cash under the mattress.

-Why?
-He can quit being poor when he wants.

-And meanwhile?
-Bonobos.

That's my boy, damn it.

-That's my boy
-Bonobos.

-Let's go for it, mate.
-Okay, okay.

I'll tell you what to ask the cops for.

Give me your word that you'll let her
send my payment order before 6 p.m.

You'll get six good hidings.
One after the other.

Come on, move it

You have my word.

Right, just in time.
Here.

"Identified won't use
dangerous safety hostages."

It's not great but I only had ten minutes.
It will do.

We'll do it my way.

One moment, I'm talking.

We know who we're up against,
this isn't my first robbery.

My priority is no unnecessary risks
and no one getting hurt.

The easiest way is for them to change
their attitude, let the hostages go

and surrender.

Note down their conditions.
Nothing must fail.

Tonight at midnight they want a minivan

at the door
for themselves and the hostages.

High-performance, black.

Understood.

Of course,
they want it with a full tank.

Petrol.

Petrol.

The street...

they want it clear
from the door to the crossroads.

No more calls from now on,

only the call at midnight,

saying that the car is at the entrance.

It's your turn.

Get to work.

What?

"Nothing to say."

We sit and wait.

They'll send confirmation.

Control it, mate.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 17.16

How strange...

Send the application again.

-Once is enough.
-She said send it again, damn it.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 17.17

CHECK APPLICATION

ACCEPT

UNABLE TO PROCESS OPERATION

Typical of the Zamudio branch,
I bet they're all at the coffee machine.

Send it again, damn it.

-Bloody send it.
-Okay.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 17.18

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 17.18

ZAMUDIO BANK HOLIDAY

Cheer up, teacher!

Why don't you rob a bank?

Where's your sense of humour?

He's fucked up, not you.

Mister manager!

Can't you turn the heating down?

-It's an air-conditioning system.
-So?

The guy in charge is off sick.

Off sick?

Bloody country.

Bloody country.

About time.

Here.
You'll need it.

Computer expert, come here.

We'll put the semi-final on.

Pass the time.

I won't take long.

Keep an eye on these.
Wake up.

You're falling asleep, mate.

I've got the siren here.

You were missing the siren.

What a show,
all lights and colours.

When the insurance guys come tomorrow,
tell them I got punched in the eye.

-What about the bruise?
-I'll see to that.

What's in it for me?

You get 15% of the compensation.

Make it 25.

Twenty, plus three days off.

It's ready.

Let's see.

Goal!

It's been worthwhile tonight.

Seriously?

Well, it's the semi-final.

They're playing the home match.

They have to win.

It's a close match.

It's a big match.

I'll take a look if you don't mind.

There'll be nothing going on here
till midnight.

Sure.
Throw my cup away.

-Sure.
-Thanks.

Aduriz, Aduriz, fucking hell.

Look, look.

Come on, come on.

-He won't make it.
-Run, run...

Come on, mate, yes.
Go for it.

Go on.

Go on, mate, go.

-Nice one!
-Goal!

They've just scored, man.

Come on, mate, not long left.

Come on!

Bitch!

What are you doing?

Stop, man, stop!

Stop!

Give the lad something!

Bitch, you were gonna screw me, you bitch!

-You were gonna screw me!
-Stop it, damn it.

Stop it, damn it, stop it!

-This fucking shit!
-She was gonna screw me!

Fucking hell!

Turn the bloody football off!

I want to die, for God's sake!

I'm listening.

We need a dose of heroine,
syringe and everything else.

Neither bad bundle nor pure.

-Fuck.
-It's urgent.

-Okay, I'll let you know.
-Make sure it's all there.

It's happened.

-Sort that dose out, please.
-Sure.

-Eva.
-What?

The quick way.

-No...
-I'll take all responsibility.

Okay, okay, okay.
Which one, which one?

You.
You, chubby,

come here.
Come here, damn it.

Come here.

Listen up to what I'm about to say.

You're gonna count
every single thing in the street.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I won't be able to,
I don't have visual memory.

Keep that for when they ask you
for a photofit image of my face...

-If you leave here alive.
-Okay.

I have visual memory.

Three blue and two red.

The marker pens...

The markers

in the pot on the table behind me,
can you see them?

The pot has a print:

a photo of a cat.
It's a kitten.

It's a tabby cat.

In front of you:
the super holiday loan.

On the wall.

The mother has three white towels

and the older kid's T-shirt
is the same colour

as the younger one's sand sifter:

green.

The girl is missing two front teeth.

Get her out.

Get her out now!

Five police vans,
two trucks and one unmarked.

About 20 cops.

There are snipers too,
I counted six.

It's wild.

Let's get down to it.

Can I go to the toilet?

You know where it is.
You can go on your own.

We've still got one hour left.

Hi, how are you?

Soto, look at me...

I'm here.

In the eye.

Don't go, Soto.
Don't leave me on my own, Soto.

David!

Son...

Don't go.

Don't go...

I told you.

I told you.

You bitch.

I told him not to listen to you.
I told him not to listen...

You've killed him.

No, dammit,
it was those sons of bitches,

they passed him a bad bundle.

Bloody hell!

You're in this shit

-as much as anyone.
-No!

You wanted your share of the loot.

You've killed him!

You've killed him!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot, please.

Don't shoot.
If you shoot,

the police will storm into here.

Don't shoot, it won't bring him back.

No, no!

This is a shit country.

Full of sons of bitches.

I came for a life.

All I found was sons of bitches.

Sons of bitches who exploit.

Sons of bitches who rape.

Sons of bitches who kill.

I want to go to Kiev.

To be with my children.

You're gonna calm down.

Calm down.

Inside.

Move it.

Move it, damn it!

You, with me.

What the hell are you doing?

I can help you escape safely.

Can I lean on here?

In exchange I want a share of the loot:
35,000€.

Thirty-five thousand

is what I've just lost because of you.

It's mine, in a way.

You owe it to me.

Should I laugh or shoot you?

Come on.

I only want 70 miserable big ones
from a 400,000€ loot.

A loot you don't have to share
with anyone now.

-Bitch.
-"Big ones", right?

That's what you call the 500€ notes.

I don't get you, woman.

You'll get your loan some other day.

Loans don't expire in a day.

It has to be tomorrow.

No matter what.

What's making you bust a gut
like you are?

It's called thelorrhagia.

Its main cause is advanced breast cancer.

When it starts to bleed, it lasts a week.

I only have three months left.

Those 35,000€,

half of it is to sign up
a good life insurance.

The other half is to bribe a quack

to certify
that I'm the healthiest woman in Bilbao.

The problem is,
the quack is covering a shift

and he finishes tomorrow.

What tale are you spinning?

Lola.

If I don't sign that policy,
my daughter will live in poverty

when she leaves the foster home.

I lied to the manager to get the loan.

No one grants a loan to a dying woman.

Come with me.

Invention counts.

But what counts more

is the ambition of the person before you.

That idiot Elias was looking to score

for his shit bank.

A job at head office?

Maybe, or maybe not.

There are people whose only ambition

is a pat on the back.

I've no reason to lie to you.

Who the hell are you?

A desperate woman.

Who isn't called
"Raquel Crespo Rementeria".

What the hell are you up to?

You're on your own now.

Escaping alone
with five hostages isn't easy.

The girl who did a runner
will have done a photofit of you.

How about me being you?

Right...

What about the voice?

You can't trim someone's voice.

I needn't talk as much as you.

You're quite a bitch, teacher.

Why should I trust a bitch?

Because if I give you away too soon,

you can say
that I've got part of the loot.

I have as much at stake as you do.

You're done.

Spitting image.

Right, this is the score:

the robbers come out with the hostages,

they get in the vehicle
and they leave calmly.

I don't want any spontaneous snipers
either up there or down here, damn it.

The idea is for the hostages
to live to tell

their family and friends
about this kerfuffle.

Right.

Get a van ready with four officers
on the corner of Zabalbide St.

-Okay?
-Right.

-You're with me in the car.
-Okay.

Right, let's do it.

Ledesma, you're in charge of clearing up
once we've gone.

Back to the lounge,

leave your wallets on the table
and sit where I say.

Move it, move it!

Quick, get a move on!

Move it!

Get a move on, the same as always.

Make it snappy.
Stop crying, damn it.

Move it.

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't stop!

Carry on, damn it!

Make it snappy!

Go, go, right to the back.

Move it.

You, with me.

No...

You'll look more of a bitch with two guns.

But remember,

this one stays here.

Go ahead.

Do it.

If you punch like that,
we won't fool anyone.

In this eye, it's duff already.

Much better, much better.

Do it, do it.

Go on, go on...

Go for it.

That's it, see?

I'm starting not to look like me.

Put these keys between your fingers.

Go on.

Go on, do it.

Sock it to me.

Christ!

You'll make an effort.

So we don't get sussed out too soon.

It isn't hard to hide

your bloody 70 big ones in a bin.

That wasn't the deal.

What deal?
What deal?

That's more like it.

Very good, teacher.

That's more like it, Raquel.

Or whatever your bloody name is.

Believe it or not,

I'm the trustworthy type.

If I say you'll get your 35,000,
you'll get it.

Okay.

But I sometimes lie.

This?
This hurts.

What's up, are you enjoying it?

Sock it to me!

Carry on!

You bloody...

Go on, direct.

The minivan is here and ready.

What about the street?

Clear, up to the crossroads.

I can tell you now.

There were two robbers.

A man and a woman.

I say there were,

he died
two minutes after injecting the junk.

They told me it was good.

I'm sorry, I can't say much else.

How will we do it?

Well...

I must tell you
that she's decided to leave

one of the hostages in the bank.

It's no good deed.

It's for revenge.

What?
What do you mean?

Calm down.

She's still alive.

Right, the woman,
who is pointing a gun at me,

wants you to park the minivan
two metres from the entrance.

All the doors have to be open.

She'll leave with five hostages.

If everything goes well,
she'll let one go every six miles.

Five minutes.

Ready.

That man isn't well.

They're leaving.

Go in and get the hostage.

Hostage on the floor!

I don't want to die.

The bitch.

Armed robber located!

I've got him.

-Clear.
-Confirmed,

-it's the junkie.
-One less.

Get a stretcher for the poor woman.

She needs taking to hospital.

This is 030 to 020.

The hostage is injured,
we'll take her

-by ambulance.
-Fine, thank you.

You're fucked, Torres.

Turn right.

They've gone down Alameda Recalde St.

-I'll go after them.
-No.

We'll keep our distance.

Look ahead.

This woman isn't Lola!

What do you mean?

You're that strange woman.

Your eye is fine.

What are you doing?

They've stopped in the middle of the road.

They haven't done six miles yet.

Right, put your foot down.

Go.

Start the engine!

It won't start!

Okay, you win.

I'm not Lola,
but I can use this, you hear?

This goes for all of you.

This shit won't start.

Shit!

Shit!
Shit!

-What's wrong?
-Shall I stop?

Yes, stop, stop.

-How strange.
-What's going on?

We're getting out.

We're getting out, we're getting out.

-I'll go with you.
-Be careful.

Don't shoot!

I'm a hostage!

I'm a hostage!
Don't shoot!

We've got a dead body in the car.

I'm the fourth word.

The ambulance...

Alpha, zero, zero.
Alpha, zero, zero.

Come in.

Ready?

Thank you.

The officer is waiting for you.

She looked for the most vulnerable.

And it turned out to be me.

Torres, right?
That's her name, you said.

She searched our wallets
and found my daughter's photo.

She said she'd go after her
if I didn't lend my voice.

-You have a daughter?
-Yes.

Alba.

She's six.

She said she'd kill her, from prison even.

She had contacts on the outside
who'd do it for her.

That's why I had to help them.

But when she killed the security guy
I was scared,

like never before.

I imagined my daughter dead
if I didn't do what they said.

Like pretending to be her?

I was so afraid for Alba.

Well, that's enough for tonight.

You can give a full statement tomorrow,
okay?

Does 5 p.m. suit you?

We could both do with sleeping till noon.

Before I go, if I may...

I'd like to say something.

Well actually, I don't know.

There's no need.

No, go ahead, please.

My God, I've come in a state.

This goes beyond
the cleanest of clothes.

It's been a tough night.

Raquel, Raquel.

Are you going to say something or not?

I might put my foot in it.

I'll decide that.

It isn't a declaration,
I mean, a declaration of love.

I mean, it isn't a declaration of love.

What?

I think by letter would be easier.

Well, here goes...

I've never got on so well with a man
as I do with you.

I've said it.

Seriously.

If I look back, I can't find that man.

See you tomorrow.

-Bye.
-Bye.

You, you, come here.

Come here, for fuck's sake!

Listen up to what I'm about to say.

You're gonna count
even the last fag-end in the street.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

No, I won't be able to do it.

I don't have visual memory.

Keep that for when they ask you

for a photofit image of my face...

I've got visual memory.

Your key.

Thank you.

Hello.

-Are you leaving now?
-You bet...

I've been up for 24 hours.

Right, shall I tell you now
or would you rather sleep peacefully?

I tell you now, right?
Yes.

The phone number and the address
the woman gave us are false.

Great.

In other words,
she won't come this afternoon.

This is going to be
a huge blot on the records, you know?

Well, unless Carmen Torres clears it up.

Look.

It was in one of her coat pockets.

It's off the internet:
a link on Canoa Quebrada

on the east coast of Brazil.

This woman doesn't realise we've had
a pact with the country since the '90s.

Send it to the operations room
to keep an eye on it.

With a description
of the fourth-word woman?

-Yes.
-Okay.

-Get some rest.
-You too, please.

Before I go, if I may...

I'd like to say something.

Well actually, I don't know.

-There's no need.
-No, go ahead,

-please.
My God, I've come in a state.

This goes beyond
the cleanest of clothes.

-Are you going to say something or not?
It's been a tough night.

-Raquel, I'll decide that.
-It isn't a declaration.

I mean, a declaration of love.
I mean, it isn't a declaration of love.

-What?
-I think by letter would be easier.

Well, here goes...

I've never got on so well with a man
as I do with you.

Seriously, if I look back,
I can't find that man.

I've said it.

If-I-don't-come-to-
declaration-letter-in-Miró

I won't even bother to count it.

You know why?

Because I don't give a shit
about these 35,000€.

I'm not exactly hard up.

I'd only be bothered
if you tried to put one over on me.

Just imagining myself
stood like an idiot in the courtroom...

asking about an auction
that doesn't exist.

It makes my blood boil.

How many have you conned with this shit?
No, I'll tell you.

Twelve.

You know how I know?

Because I'm your number 13.

What will happen with Alba?

What kind of question is that?

Don't hurt her, please.

You just have to call
social services and...

You have the knack of offending me.

Do you think I'm a monster?

That adorable child started to live
the day she walked in this house.

And she'll stay here.

Making Veronica and I thrilled to pieces.

In a couple of years,

the memory of that small-time swindler
she had as a mother

will just be a black hole
in her little head.

So...

what use is your IQ of 167 now?

What would Alba say when her friends ask,

"What's your mum's name?"

"Well, sometimes Sonia,
sometimes Margot, or Laura..."

What's your name now?

And when they ask about Dad?

"Well, my dad's a pimp
who goes from one tart to another."

What were you after
going to bed with him?

Feeling younger?

Will it look like an accident?

Only for her.

I'd like to say goodbye.

Seeing her will be enough.

-Carlos Garay. Here it is.
-Thank you.

Dear Officer, if you're reading this
it's because I'm dead.

Look at your uncle!
Wave, hello!

Show him how you do it, go on.

Shall I lift you up?

Hello.

I think you have a lot more to tell us.

Mind your head.

She's here.

Mum!

Hi.

I wanted to see you, to say goodbye.

But I have to go again.

Why do you have to go again?

Why don't you stay with me

in this nice house?

Because...

I have things to do.

But I promise I'll bring you
a really nice present next time.

I love it when you do that.

I liked it when you had blonde hair.

What happened to you?

I tripped.

Listen,

has that man been good to you?

Yes, but he says you're a liar.

Well, whatever he says...

always remember
that you were in all my lies.

I really, really love you.