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[typewriter clacking]

BANK UNDER SIEGE

[reporter] Good evening.

A few moments ago,
a hostage crisis occurred

in our nation's Congress.

[sirens wailing]

[reporter] A group of soldiers
stormed the floor, disrupting the session,

kidnapping the president
and barricading themselves

inside the building.

In light of the current instability,
we strongly advise citizens to remain

in secure locations.

The situation
within the Congressional chambers

is notably fraught with tension.

[sirens wail]

Gentlemen. Ready?

[helicopter blades whirring]

Let's go.

CONGRESS OF DEPUTIES

FEBRUARY 23, 1981
3 MONTHS BEFORE THE BANK SIEGE

[ominous music playing]

[tense music fades]

General.

Lieutenant Colonel.

Which side are you on, General?

On the side of the Constitution
and the king.

Stop this insanity.
Surrender and give yourself up.

I would rather kill you,
then off myself, but I won't surrender.

Lieutenant Colonel.

This can end badly... or horribly.

You decide.

[tense music playing]

Lieutenant Colonel.

And the documents,
if Armada doesn't show up?

Captain, if Armada doesn't show up,

you put those documents
in a safe and leave Spain.

[tense music building]

[tense music subsides]

CENTRAL BANK
4 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE

Hey, we made quite a scene.

Fuck yeah.

[crowd clamoring below]

I don't know how you can be so calm.
I am freakin' out.

Freaking out?
Why? The plan's going as expected, right?

Man, relax. Take a breather.

Yeah. But what if they come in? Then what?

[Number 1] Mm.

Provided we keep hostages,
they won't dare.

What if they try?

By the time they decide to do so,
we'll be far away from here.

Don't worry.

Have fun.

[gulls calling]

CENTRAL BANK

[loud whirring]

We got our cover photo.

I can't be in that photo.

[intriguing music rising]

This is the kind of picture that launches
the career of a journalist, kid.

Edit the photo. I don't want people
to know I'm in Barcelona.

And don't call me kid.

Look. The Ministry of the Interior
informs there are around 20 assailants.

And they're armed with pistols,
automatics, and explosives.

They could actually be
a group of fascists.

In other words,
they have no fucking clue who they are.

The ones who could help us
are the hostages they let go.

Paco and his men
must be interrogating them now.

Precisely.

[sighs] He owes us one.

Remember, Isabel told you
to stay in teletypes.

And I did so until an urgent matter
required our presence.

She won't be happy about this.

Unless we find out
who those guys at the bank are.

Yeah.

But if you screw up... she'll fire you.

I'll go for broke.

After you.

[intriguing music fades]

[siren wailing in distance]

[Number 1] Very well, folks.

[tense music playing]

Okay. From this group here,

those of you who have finished eating,
stand up. Please.

Go to that corner,

and you will relieve your colleagues
at the windows.

Number 2, organize the front windows.
Thank you.

Let's see. You and you,
to the first window.

You and you, to the second.

[Number 1] Come on.
Please, everybody, hurry up.

Your colleagues are tired.

[Number 2] You and you, to the third one.
Come on. Hurry up.

[Number 1] Everyone has the right to rest.

- [Number 3 inhales]
- [Number 2] Come on!

[Number 3] Come on!
You didn't hear, or what?

- [Number 1] Please.
- Let's go, man! And you?

- There!
- [Number 1] Come on. Hurry up.

[Number 3] Come on! What?
You want a new asshole?

[Number 1] Hey! Calm down.

- What did I do?
- You know what I mean. Calm it down.

- Everyone's eaten, right?
- [Number 3] Son of a bitch.

- Fuckin' piece of shit.
- [Number 1] Hey!

If anyone wants a cigarette,
now is the time.

[Number 3 inhales]

[intense, energetic music playing]

[crowd clamoring]

You know if Paco from Robberies is here?

[reporter on radio] ...attackers.

We can confirm that there were
approximately 50 hostages released.

A hostage with a bullet wound
and several others suffering panic attacks

were transferred to the Clinical Hospital
to receive urgent medical attention.

And are there Civil Guards in there?

- [guns cock]
- [camera shutters clicking]

[tense music continues]

[officer] This way. This way.

Are they going to war?

Where's the Clinical Hospital?

Seven blocks from here. Why?

Because they took the wounded guy there.
And the other hostages.

Come on.

[intense music building]

- It's important that I speak with him.
- Sorry, but he's about to enter the OR.

- You're not listening. It'll be a second.
- He's in no condition to talk.

Doctor! There are more
than 200 lives at stake, okay?

[intense music subsides]

One minute.

Thanks.

- [young man breathing shakily]
- How are you?

How the fuck do you think?

That asshole put a bullet
in my leg for no reason.

- Who shot you? The one who went outside?
- Yes. Number 1.

What about that Number 1? Is he in charge?

Uh, I don't know.
That's what his men called him.

They don't use names.
They call each other by numbers.

Thanks so much. Thanks.

[Number 3] Number 1.

- [tense music playing]
- Our friends have arrived. Come here.

- [Number 1] Let me see.
- Check it out.

Holy shit! Okay.

Tell our men
to stay away from the windows.

Okay.

Guys! Hey, guys!

Nobody by the windows, okay?
Watch out for the windows.

[phone ringing]

[Number 1] Mr. Rollán,
come with me, please.

Answer the phone.

[Rollán] Hello?

[man] Could I talk
to Captain Sánchez Valiente?

[whispers] Say he can't come to the phone.

Well, he...
Right now, he can't come to the phone.

Tell him I'm a friend
from La Gomera, Francisco Laína.

I'm in Madrid, in charge
of the Office of National Security.

[whispers] Give it.

- Yeah, I'm here.
- Gil, is that you?

It's Paco Laína. Remember, La Gomera?

I'm really sorry,
but I'm not in the mood for nonsense.

- What do you want?
- Well, to find a solution to this.

The solution's been communicated.
Don't waste my time.

[call disconnects]

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs] Are we sure it's Sánchez Valiente?

General Pajuelo is sure it's his voice.

I couldn't swear it's him.

- Well, whoever he may be, he's serious.
- That's for sure.

But they're demanding the release
of Tejero,

but not Armada or Milans del Bosch.

We need to speak with Tejero.

- [cell door opens]
- [door slams]

[inmates clamoring]

EL FERROL MILITARY PRISON
7 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE

[ominous music playing]

[door buzzes open]

[inmates shouting]

[ominous music fades]

I'm Lieutenant Colonel Antonio Tejero.
Who am I speaking with?

Lieutenant, it's Francisco Laína,
Director General of Security.

The Central Bank of Barcelona
was assaulted by a group of armed men.

They issued a statement
demanding your release

and three other men
involved in February 23rd.

- The government wants to know if...
- Hold on. Hold on.

You don't need to continue.
Listen carefully.

Whatever is happening,

I strongly deny any involvement
with those people in Barcelona.

And I do not authorize anyone
to use my name in any way.

And I strongly oppose any scheme or plot
that pursues my liberation.

Am I clear, or do I need to repeat it?

Very well. Then that's all.
Have a wonderful day.

- [call disconnects]
- [ominous music fades]

[crowd clamoring]

- [officer 1] Please remain calm.
- [officer 2] Stay back.

[officer 3] Please calm down
and stay back.

- [reporter] How did they treat you?
- [officer 1] Please remain calm.

[Berni] Everybody, please. Come on.

[officer 2] Why are they doing this?

[indistinct chatter]

Were you at the bank too?

- Yes.
- Yes, we were.

The hostage that was shot told me

the robbers addressed each other
by numbers.

Yes. They called themselves
Number 1, Number 5...

[Paco] Hmm.

What about their weapons?
They look like this?

- [woman] Um... this one looks familiar.
- Their firearms weren't standard.

- [Paco] Are you sure?
- I was in the service.

Their weapons were old. Secondary market.

All right.

Their appearance...
You remember their clothes?

[woman] I noticed their shoes.

Some wore those boots
with heels. Like, Cuban.

The rest wore, like, dirty, beat-up shoes.
Very worn out.

[man] I noticed Number 1
smoked blond tobacco.

Just in case that's helpful.

Of course it helps. I appreciate this.

- [woman] Of course.
- Sure.

I don't believe it.

[Maider] Do you remember anything?
What they looked like?

- [Paco] What the hell are you doing here?
- My job.

- Come on. Get outta here.
- You promised to keep me informed.

[Paco sighs]

What I'm going to tell you
is off the record. Understood?

I don't think the attackers
are Civil Guards or fascists.

Just simple bank robbers.

The whole Tejero thing is just bullshit

to gain some time
and stop us from entering the bank.

And why are you so sure about that?

Because I've been in this division
for 20 years.

I know those motherfuckers
like the back of my hand.

I know perfectly well how they dress,
what boots they wear... or their smokes.

Mm?

Come on, go.

EMERGENCY ROOM

What's wrong?

Those thugs just invent the Tejero thing

and take 300 hostages
instead of running with the cash?

[chuckles] I don't buy it.

Paco seemed convinced.

Paco's been around.
He may want to pull a fast one on us.

On us? But why?

I don't know.

Let's go to the newsroom,
and you tell Isabel.

No. Impossible.
Paco told me off the record.

Once more?

There's no such thing
as "off the record" in life, Maider.

Forget your stupid ethics,
and let's go back to the newsroom.

In the newsroom, we do nothing.
We should keep investigating.

And we have to verify
what Paco said is true.

Drive to Plaza de Cataluña.

[tires squeal]

8 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE

[intense music playing]

[lighter clicks]

What's happening?

- No way to break through, Jose.
- [sighs] Fuck. Shit.

Let's see.

That's the place.

Yeah, but it's not concrete.
This is solid rock.

And who knows how thick.

It could be rock, morons, or metal,

or better yet,
it could be fucking diamond.

The sewers are behind that wall,
so you have to make that hole, don't you?

Do you have complaints?

- No.
- Okay.

Fucking A! Back to work.

CENTRAL BANK
BARCELONA BRANCH

[drill whirring loudly]

[music fades]

[onlookers clamoring]

Raimon, any news?

Well, there's a rumor one of the attackers
could be Captain Sánchez Valiente.

[Maider] Who?

A captain of the Civil Guard
that belonged to the CESID.

To the Secret Service?

[officer speaking indistinctly
on megaphone]

[suspenseful music rising]

[reporters murmuring]

If the director general
of the Civil Guard is here,

that means there are Civil Guards
inside, for sure.

According to hostages, the attackers
identify themselves by numbers.

Exactly like the ones who robbed
the Hispano-American Bank.

In addition, their clothing,
their weapons, and the tobacco they smoke

are more reminiscent of thugs
than of Civil Guards.

Sir, I believe we should keep
the possibility open

that this is just a heist.

What about their list of demands?

Well, the statement could just be
a smoke screen, a diversion.

Don't fuck with me.

A bunch of delinquents
asking to release Tejero?

That doesn't make any sense.

Think about it a second.

They could've attacked
any official building,

but they chose a bank.

- Isn't that strange?
- Listen, Paco.

I understand that you'd like this
to be a robbery so you can run the show.

But this is not our concern.

So get down there and make sure
your people don't mess this up.

[tense music peaks, fades]

[door closes]

9 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE

[indistinct chatter]

Who the fuck do you think you are, Maider?

[tense music playing]

Explain yourself.

Or you wanna be fired?

Maider secured an informant
at the command center.

- You have an informant?
- Yes.

What you got?

That the attackers might not be
Civil Guards but bank robbers.

And what about the statement?

Maybe it's a tactic to mislead police
or a trump card for negotiating an exit.

If we were on a film, that'd be great.
But we're not on a film, sweetheart.

If my source is right
and they're just robbers,

it'd be a huge scoop.

And if we publish it and it's false,
it'd be a huge fuck-up.

Let me keep investigating, Isabel.

If you would.

Okay.

But keep me informed, hmm?

Berni.

[music fades]

[exhales sharply]

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

[sighs]

[Rollán] Are you feeling all right?

Hold on. Breathe deep into this bag.

- You'll feel better.
- Easy. That's it, very good.

Some water, please. We need water.

Breathe. You're doing great. Easy...

Number 2! Check on the lady, please.

[phone ringing]

[Number 1] Hello?

Who am I speaking to?

To the Number 1 of the operation.
Are you accepting our demands?

We got your demands,
and we're evaluating them.

Stop evaluating
and hurry the fuck up, huh?

In here, all these people
are getting pretty jumpy, okay?

Um, listen to me.

The thing is, we spoke
with Lieutenant Colonel Tejero,

and he told us that he knows nothing
about you, all right?

He refuses to be released.

If you want, we can call him right now
so he can tell you himself.

I don't speak with traitors.

[receiver clicks]

[tense, rhythmic music playing]

Well, General? Your opinion?

Where can we get a hot meal
at this time of day?

[tense, rhythmic music continues]

I can see it. Right over there.

CAFÉ - RESTAURANT

Let's go.

[Maider] Where are you going?

- [tense music subsides]
- [indistinct conversations]

[Berni sighs]

What are we doing here?

Having lunch. This is a restaurant.

[tense music playing]

How did you know?

I didn't know. I was starving.

Excuse me.

[waiter] One moment.

Thanks.

Who are they?

The one with the beard is Narcís Serra,
the mayor.

The short, chubby one is Escámez,
the president of the Central Bank.

I'll go to the bathroom.

- Sorry, you can't go through.
- I'm going to the bathroom.

You can't. I have to repeat myself?

Then, do I pee outside,
or do I pee right at this spot?

Okay, come on.

[man] The sewage system, tunnels...

But, gentlemen, should I be concerned?

I mean, what exactly
is the situation right now?

[Aramburu] The situation is clear.

Things are escalating,
and those thugs don't want to talk.

[man] We need to get everyone
on the same page.

What are our options
if things get out of hand?

[Aramburu] Well, the options are limited,
and I don't see many avenues to progress.

It's a challenging situation.

We'll need to think outside the box.

[man] What do you mean, General?

[Aramburu] Gentlemen,
the president's orders are very clear.

This issue must be resolved at all costs.

No. Come on, General. Not at all costs.

[Aramburu] Exact words from the president.

And my experience says the only way

to stop this unfortunate situation
from escalating

is to press those bastards
until they surrender.

That was my move
on February 23rd, and it worked.

- [man] Mm-hmm.
- Right. And what do you suggest, General?

Cut off their power and water.

- [waiter] Miss!
- [Maider] One minute!

[Aramburu] Repeat to turn themselves in.

- [waiter] Come on, miss!
- [Maider] Just a minute!

[Aramburu] Don't let them rest.

When the opportunity comes,
we send in Special Ops.

- [chief of police] That's right.
- No, no. We have to solve this peacefully.

Let's listen to the mayor.
We can't involve the GEOs.

There could be casualties,
and the government can't allow that.

We must try to negotiate
for as long as possible.

[Aramburu] We're not releasing Tejero,

nor are we giving them a plane
so they can go on vacation to Argentina.

[man laughs]

- [indistinct radio chatter]
- [suspenseful music fades]

You should've heard them.

One was pushing to break them,
and another wanted to negotiate.

CENTRAL BANK

[gun cocks]

According to hostages,
there's about 12 of them.

They have handguns and automatics.

- What about explosives?
- No. Nobody has seen any.

Although they took several bags
down to the basement.

If they have explosives,
that changes things.

I don't think they're crazy enough
to blow up a building with 300 hostages.

[drill whirring]

Fuck! Motherfuckin' piece of shit!

The last fuckin' drill bit! Fucking shit!

What the hell do we do now? Huh?

We're fucked.

- [panting]
- [somber music playing]

[quietly] No.

No.

They lied to us.

The blueprints are wrong.

That wall there should be concrete.
Not fucking solid rock.

- Shit...
- [Number 2] No fucking way.

- Who the fuck gave us those blueprints?
- [Number 6] What do we do now, Jose?

They set a trap for us.

So, the papers got taken out,
but now we're just fucked.

What papers is he talking about?
What is he saying? What is happening here?

That we're fucked, okay? That's all.

The blueprints are useless.

We're not getting outta here?

We'll get out of here. You trust me.

And how are we gonna do it?
Huh? Clearly not through the damn sewers!

But we have the hostages. Right?

- We'll negotiate.
- This is fuckin' horseshit.

You and your plans! Go to hell!

You loved it when I came up
with the plan, don't you remember?

Because you said
you had everything under control,

and we were supposed
to break through that damn wall!

- Don't raise your voice.
- Huh?

We're gonna be locked up for 30 years!

I said don't raise your fucking voice!

I'll raise my fucking voice
if I want to, asshole!

We're all in the same boat,
so cut this nonsense!

- Yell at me one more time...
- Hey!

And I'll shoot you.

Get us out of here,
or I'll put a fucking bullet in you.

- You don't have the fucking balls.
- Try me.

[Number 5] Jorge, please, leave it.

We were all just morons
for believing we could pull off this plan.

That's the truth.

Fuck!

[reporters clamoring]

[camera shutters clicking]

[photographer] Look here.

[governor] Please, silence.
Listen to me, please.

I understand your concern,

but I ask you to please rest assured
that the priority of our government

is to resolve this as soon as possible,
and of course, peacefully.

The police will not intervene.

They won't intervene unless the lives
of the hostages are in danger, of course.

Have you found out
who the attackers are yet?

Unfortunately, we can't provide
that information at this time.

You can't provide it,
or you don't actually know?

Thanks so much. Nothing else.

[reporters clamoring]

[camera shutters clicking]

[reporter] Wait a moment, please.

[Raimon] Not bad for your first day.

And by the way,
I'm sorry about your father.

- Motherfuckers, attacking a news editor...
- Why don't you beat it, huh?

- What?
- I told you to beat it.

[somber music playing]

- Okay.
- Okay.

Douchebag. Come on, let's go.

Got a smoke?

- It's poison.
- Give me a fucking cigarette!

You treat me with respect.

Stop treating me as if I was a kid.
You don't need to protect me.

You're not my father.
I'm not your daughter. You get it?

[phone ringing]

[Number 1] Mr. Rollán, pick up the phone.

[sighs]

Rollán speaking.

Mm, I don't know, sir,
but I'd estimate 800 million pesetas.

Who's it?

- [Rollán] It's the president of the bank.
- What does he want?

He wants to know
how much money is in the vault.

[scoffs] Son of a bitch. Give it to me.

What's going on?
Don't you have any shame? Huh?

I have 200 innocent people in here

who are probably having
the worst fucking day of their lives!

And for you,
the only thing important is the money?

You're a shameless man!

For fuck's sake! Okay.

Number 7, Number 9, and Number 10!

Bring all the money
from the vault up here, right now!

[exhales shakily]

- [siren wailing]
- [indistinct radio chatter]

What a shitshow you got here, huh, boss?

This better be important...

I had breakfast this morning at Ortez.

You know the kind of people
that usually go to that bar.

Get to the point.

On the radio,
they were talking about all of this.

- About Tejero, about the Civil Guard...
- Uh-huh.

The owner started laughing
when he heard it and said,

"All this shit because of the Blond."

- Who is the Blond?
- No idea.

One-eye, you want your thing?

Damn, I swear.

All I know is what that chubby guy said.

Fuck!

[music subsides]

[door closes]

[sniffles]

- Make a move, will ya?
- [Jose] Uh, what do you mean?

They fucked the plan,
and they won't budge, will they?

- If we stand firm, they will.
- Don't mess with me, Jose.

They set us up, huh?
We're not leavin' this place alive.

[Jose sighs]

Look, José María.

Nobody wants to take a bullet, okay?
But I'm not going back to jail.

We have an opportunity.

We just need cojones
to cross the finish line.

This will end badly. You know that, right?

- [door closes]
- [clicks tongue]

12 HOURS INTO THE SIEGE

[Paco] Are you still here?

[Maider] Mm-hmm.

[Paco] What's wrong?

Nothing.

Where's Berni?

We had a small argument.

Mm.

Why's that?

Nothing. He keeps treating me
as if I was his daughter.

What's up?

[gentle music playing]

Berni had a daughter.

What do you mean, "had"?

Months ago, she passed. An overdose.

Come on. Go home.

[sighs]

[somber music fades]

[energetic music playing]

[Number 7] Done. It's all here.

[energetic music building]

[music dies down]

It's Number 1. I want to talk to Madrid.

With the president.

This is General Aramburu Topete.

The president has given me full authority
to speak with you.

Listen to me carefully, General.
Because I'm a little sick of this.

If you don't get us
that plane to flee Spain,

you'll find this place
full of dead bodies.

And I'll burn all the fucking money.
You understand?

Of course I understand.

But you should reconsider this madness,
Number 1.

Why don't you surrender?

- That's not gonna happen.
- Listen to me.

If you surrender, I'm convinced
the judge will take it into account.

You listen to me, General.

We're gonna see this through to the end.

So do whatever you need to do
and talk to whoever you need to talk to,

but I can assure you
that if you don't get us a plane

to leave the country...

I'll blow this building up
with everyone inside.

["Rumore" by Raffaella Carrà playing]

[energetic Italian disco-pop building]

LIEUTENANT COLONEL ALONSO MANGLANO,
NEW DIRECTOR AT CESID

['70s pop song fades out]

BASED ON REAL EVENTS.

Subtitle translation by:
Soledad Etchemendy