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♪ One way or another, I'm gonna find ya… ♪

What type of members must the best bandit team in history have

in order to be infallible?

♪ I'm gonna win ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya Get ya, get ya, get ya… ♪

A ruthless, intelligent and unscrupulous scammer.

LILÍ (NOT HER REAL NAME)

An unbeatable counterfeiter, and very charming.

WILSON (RETIRED)

A hacker who is a crack at security systems.

LUCAS (JUST A GAMER, ACTUALLY)

And me, the leader, the brains, the one who will create the plan…

MIGUEL (DIDN'T FINISH SCHOOL)

…to obtain the world's biggest treasure that no one ever saw before.

We're the perfect bandits.

What could possibly go wrong?

5 DAYS EARLIER

Let's get to work.

Thank you, Uncle Wilson.

I promised your dad I'd look after for you. That's it.

And because you love me, man.

Hey. Love has its limits, okay?

Yeah, so does my dad's money.

-I need a side hustle, dude. -Mm-hmm.

If you hear anything, let me know.

Let me go.

Let me go, damn it. Stop. Cut it.

Thank you.

Good morning!

Woo!

-Hello there. -Hi.

Hey, boss. Always looking good.

Thank you.

Overlooking the beach, please.

I hate the pool.

-Hi, Cristal. How's your daughter? -She's good.

That's great.

-Hey. Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

-How was breakfast? -Oh, so good.

-Incredible. -Incredible.

-Hey. Good morning. -Good morning.

Marquitos, morning.

I'll take it to her.

Mai Tai, no sugar, as always, miss.

Get out of here.

I'm working.

Here you go, Clinton.

Cutie. Hmm.

Cuteness is relative. Why are you here?

-I thought you were in Barcelona. -And miss the peak season?

Okay, I'll help you search.

Uh… right there.

Armani suit, single,

businessman.

No, he's not single.

Look at how he scratches his finger. There used to be a ring.

Armani?

Not even close.

It's probably his only suit, given how worn-out it is.

A real executive leaves the briefcase in the room.

He's a salesman.

Alarm clocks, or worse.

HOLY BIBLE

Ah, let's see.

How about this handsome guy?

Gay.

And they're into bondage.

His friend's the master. He's submissive.

-You never had it in you. -Hence why we worked together.

We made a fantastic team.

Do you want an actual millionaire?

Where?

This kid right here.

I was looking for you. Just came out. Your dad's gonna love it.

Thank you, Lucas.

No.

Lucas?

You've grown so much.

Hi, Lilí.

You have too.

Hey.

Mm.

-See you later, kid. -Sure thing.

His parents own the hotel, right?

His mom, owns the whole chain.

They're loaded.

He's also a minor.

-Girlfriend? -You crazy mother…

You'd really break that kid's heart with no compassion?

There is somebody else.

Five-foot-eight, multilingual.

-A free spirit. -Mm…

Immature, baby boy, can't tell when something's over.

Five-foot-six.

Ow.

-Get outta here. -You're the one who came back to my hotel.

Good luck fishing.

Pounds and pounds of gold.

So much, in fact, that the Spanish couldn't take it all.

The biggest treasure that no one ever saw.

STUBBORN ARCHAEOLOGIST

You sound like him.

What?

-You just sound like my dad. -Do you know Juan Morales?

Where can I find him?

He's traveling.

Ever heard of Aj Took's treasure?

My name is Luis Fernández…

…de Montejo.

-My great-great-great-- -Francisco de Montejo.

That's him.

My father told me that the treasure never left Yucatán.

It's at least 500 years old.

That treasure is… just a legend.

Hastoc was the last ruler of the Kaan Dynasty,

the largest in the Mayan world.

Hastoc was the first ruler to discover gold.

He devoted his whole rule to accumulating gold.

And when he died, they buried him with all his riches.

It is said that amongst his vast fortune,

there was a unique and priceless piece.

Kaan Balam.

A solid gold jaguar,

able to bring him back from the underworld.

I-- I want to sleep.

In that case, do you know where I can find

Juan Morales?

Oh. Oh, wait. He's traveling.

Uh… Uh… "Ariel…"

Uh, "Tavi… Tavitiun."

-"Tavitune?" -"Tian."

Let me see the map.

Not here. At the hotel.

If I find the treasure, I plan to buy this hotel.

Hell yeah!

And the first thing I'll do is remove this fucking pool!

And where's the map?

Huh?

Mm.

Now, it's not exactly to scale.

Not to mention, the original map was full of holes.

The symbols.

Do you know what those symbols mean?

The signature.

Well?

Is it authentic?

It could be.

Can you convince your father?

I can help you.

You?

For half the score.

And how much money is that treasure worth?

It's immeasurable.

It's the greatest treasure never uncovered.

Gold.

So much gold.

Room service!

I'm coming in.

Hello, hello?

Good morning.

Wake up, Spaniard.

There's a treasure to be found.

Hello, hello?

Where are you?

Where do you think you're going?

-I'll make it up with overtime. -You already owe me overtime.

-And pizza nights. -It's coming off your paycheck, Miguel.

Extra pepperoni.

-Miguel. -Ramiro.

-You have things to do. -A guest waiting.

Come here! Miguel!

ARCHEOLOGIST JUAN MORALES BRINGS OLMEC HEAD TO MUSEUM

GUATEMALA: MAYAN FINDINGS

Again?

-Dad! -Ahh.

You recognize me?

I haven't gone completely mad.

-Hey, men… -Yeah, "don't kiss." I know.

-You got my stuff? -Your stuff?

What?

And?

-You'll never forget this. -Whatever.

Just hide it well, please. I don't want the nurses scolding me.

Yeah, sure.

Don't go telling your mom.

Mom is gone.

It'll be 20 years this month since she passed.

Have you found a decent job, or still stealing with my idiot brother?

Look! You're in this magazine.

EARLY RETIREMENT OF MORALES DUE TO ALZHEIMER'S

ARIEL TAVITIAN YOUNG ARCHEOLOGIST OPENS MAYAN MUSEUM

It is my honor and pleasure

to give Yucatán the museum it really deserves.

Most of these objects are being shown for the first time publicly.

They're historical treasures that I personally was able to dig up

or that I rescued from treasure looters.

Come on, Miguel. Let me see.

Let me see.

No, no, you're not in it. My mistake.

Uh…

How-- How is, uh…

OPENING GALA INVITATION FOR JUAN MORALES

…my favorite student doing? Um… Ariel.

That kid was one in a million.

Hey, tell him to come by here and visit me.

Yeah, of course, Dad. I'll tell him to come by and visit you. Sure thing.

I'm the one who accompanied you as a child on your expeditions.

You remember that, Dad? We used to have a great time together.

Watch the potholes!

Dad, this isn't my first time driving.

Good, good. Here.

If I'm not back in half an hour, go find your Uncle Wilson.

Who the hell are you?

-This is a protected archaeological area. -Let my dad go!

You need to be cold-blooded to kill someone.

Maybe I won't kill you, but you won't be able to have kids.

You forgot to remove the safety.

It's a revolver. There's no safety, Miguel!

Sorry, sorry!

No!

Dad!

Son, run!

Run!

Don't stop running!

Let's go to the truck!

Run!

Run, run!

Get on, Miguel!

-To the motorcycles! -Get on!

Come on!

Dad?

Dad?

Again, Morales?

You can't smoke in here, and especially not that.

I've brought your pills.

-Make sure he takes them. -Yes.

Don't go telling your mom, but she's crazy about me.

Take the pills, Dad.

This is for old people who pee themselves.

Yes, and for old people who pee in pots too.

Don't compare.

I'm one of their best. I can still get it up.

-Just take them and be quiet. -Look.

This is the only medication that really helps.

Take the pills, we do the exercises.

I'll return these to you, okay? Go ahead.

Okay.

Butterfly.

Orange and… ladybug.

What was the first one?

Don't waste your time, son.

You can't beat this fucking disease.

Mr. Morales, the payment wasn't completed.

We really need to talk.

What? No. I'm on my way to collect some money.

I'll bring it to you in a little while.

Mayans always marked their sacred places. We could find anything here.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Oh.

Miguel.

What's this?

Good eye, honey!

Good eye.

Let's see.

-Got it? -Yeah.

-Careful. -Oh.

We must apologize to the gods.

Oh, wow! It's amazing!

It's Ixchel, goddess of love and the moon.

-Whoa. -Wow.

It's worth a fortune.

-We'll pay 10,000 dollars. -Excuse me. Did I say it was for sale?

This belongs to the Mexican government.

-Twelve thousand? -Are you deaf?

This isn't for sale.

It's illegal.

Twenty?

-Visa or American? -Freeze!

-That man is a swindler. -Who, me?

-Hey! -Careful! That's a fortune!

It's made of clay. You see?

-Are you trying to cheat us, bro? -What?

"What?"

-Playing dumb, are you? -Judicial police!

Morales. You again?

You should be ashamed.

Buying stolen archaeology is illegal!

Hands out. Hands out!

-Okay, I didn't-- -Take the tourists out, okay?

Don't ever come back.

-Come with me. -We didn't buy anything.

Come on.

Take them off.

I should have let them beat you up so you finally learn. Hmm?

Take them off.

That forgery was terrible, you know. That's not what I taught you.

Everything was under control.

"Everything under control."

Rule number three. "Always work with a partner."

You're gonna end up dead in a pyramid, you idiot.

Well, maybe then my dad'll love me, if I'm an archaeological relic.

Well, that's true.

I had a plan with a Spaniard who had a tattoo on his stomach,

but he disappeared.

Did you see how I frightened them?

"Judicial police! Judicial police!"

I need money ASAP for my dad's retirement home.

I'm broke.

Thank you.

Thank you.

All your savings?

-All of it? -All of it.

You should have told me before. I'd lend you some cash.

You know that, Miguel. But the business is dead.

We need to plan another hit.

-No way. -A big one.

I'm retired.

With honesty and work ethics.

Honest, but dead.

If I could find the Spaniard with the map…

-At least I don't scam tourists. -Ariel.

I can't believe my dad always remembers him.

What do you think?

He's opening his own museum.

Maybe it's because he's got his degree

and doesn't counterfeit artifacts like you do.

Don't bother me for a couple of days. I'm gonna be very busy.

-That guy could be your son. -Shut up.

And you know, some prefer the classics, son.

Only if they still work!

Step aside. Let us work.

Fix that hat, López.

-Do we know who it is? -No. Don't have an ID on the body.

Eh. A drunk tourist.

He had too many tequilas and he fell in.

Tequilas, right?

I found your Spaniard, buddy.

Stop thinking about it.

If I learned anything from your dad, it's that all those maps are fake.

Someone seems to think that map was authentic.

People are naive.

They're just waiting for guys like you to deceive them.

His skin was ripped off his body.

Okay.

Besides, that map looked authentic.

The signature was Francisco de Montejo's. It had the symbol of the Kaan Dynasty.

Maybe I need to be deceived too.

Oh, that's it. The map's gone. Done. Your dream's over.

Unless someone… who's clever…

took pictures of it.

Hmm? I drive better drunk than sober.

Well, whoever took the skin off the Spaniard is way ahead of us.

Whoever took the skin off the Spaniard is a psychopath.

The map by itself is useless.

It doesn't have degrees, coordinates, nothing.

I'm sure Francisco de Montejo based his map on Juan de La Cosa's.

Ooh! Now you lost your mind. You're just like your dad, dude.

And where are those maps?

At that asshole Ariel's museum. So what's the move?

-We're gonna steal 'em. -Just ask him.

We're not sharing that treasure with that idiot Ariel.

-And you'll steal them how? -No, that's your plan, bro.

-No-ho-ho. -Yes.

You will falsify invitations to the inauguration.

-Oh! -Lucas will handle security at the museum…

-Tss-tss-tss. -…while Lilí infiltrates it.

Are you kidding?

-She came back? -Yeah.

What?

You're madly in love.

All this for some crazy girl who has never even loved you.

It's not about that.

-It's always about that. -She does love me.

-Oh, she loves you? -She's the best.

PERSONAL & BUSINESS DON'T MIX

-Rule two. What is it? -Shit! The map!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Stop, please!

Hi!

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Hey!

Oh, goddammit!

Stop!

Fuck!

Don't throw it! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't throw it!

Please, don't throw it. Please. The fucking phone is worthless.

But it has photos of my kids, and I haven't seen them in years.

-Aw. -Oh, what are you doing?

Come on! No, wait! Wait! Wait! Get down!

Are you mad? You'll die!

It's not worth it!

Well, maybe, but…

Why bring my phone into it? Can I have it, please?

Are you really jumping?

No!

My stupid cell phone.

Judicial police.

Sure. And I'm the little mermaid.

You're Wilson from Wilson's Tours.

This is plastic.

Plastic?

Watch your manners, you little brat. What's wrong with you?

That dive wasn't bad. I give it an 8.6.

-The entrance wasn't very good. -Eight-point-six? That was a ten.

Four minutes underwater. What the hell?

-You want an autograph, or what? -No. This.

-Yeah, sure. -For ruining my lunch.

Fine.

Maybe a small tip?

Yes, of course. Here.

-Hey. No, no, no, no. -What? She started it.

Can I have my bag, please?

That's the catch of the day?

None of your business.

Don't intervene.

Let's see how far he gets.

NO PETS ALLOWED

Okay, okay.

What are you doing here?

We need your help stealing a map.

-Hi, Clinton. -No, Miguel. No, please.

That's a terrible idea.

This is really going to change our lives, Lilí.

I'm talking about millions.

Yeah. There's always going to be a big score that'll change everything.

Grow up, Miguel. That's why we never worked out.

Of course we did. We worked better together.

Yeah, whatever you say.

Ciao.

Oh, and getting tourists drunk and stealing from them

is real mature, right?

You'll die old and alone!

-Was it too much? -No, it was amazing.

They didn't rip off his skin to kill him. It's as if they wanted it as a souvenir.

I'm sure it's some kind of satanic ritual, or something similar.

Did you find out where he was staying?

No idea.

He had money and a Rolex.

Where's the Rolex?

Em…

Look.

Don't get upset with the boys now. The dead guy doesn't need it anymore.

You're the chief inspector, you fucking idiot.

You're so uptight, Inés.

This isn't Mexico City.

Hmm.

Slow down, huh?

It's the Caribbean.

Relax--

If you touch me again,

I'll make a fanny pack out of your saggy balls, asshole.

I don't give a fuck that you're my superior.

There's no way. Really?

It's a bracelet.

No. No, no, no. It's not just a bracelet. It's a VIP key for the River Resort.

Ah.

Thank you.

-Let's play a game. -Yes.

But, miss… you haven't told me your name.

"Mrs." I'm married.

Shh. Tss-tss-shh.

-Enjoy, my love. -Of course.

Of course I will.

Ooh! Ah!

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Baby.

Incredible.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, follow the path.

Follow the little path.

Ah.

Too wild.

Liliana Gómez Espinoza?

How much to get out of here?

Ten thousand and I'll forget your face.

Let me make a phone call. Hmm?

-I'll see what we can do. -Good boy.

"Fernández de Montejo, Luis."

Don't touch that, goddammit! Fingerprints. Put on some gloves.

-He checked in, and no one saw him again. -And they never will.

We found him dead.

Oh, Jesus!

I have to charge his card before the death is official.

Oh damn!

So many memories with this shirt. I wore it the first time I got drunk.

I was so gone, I never used it again.

Seriously?

You're the damn boss, Canché. Put on some gloves!

So grumpy, Inés.

Just like my wife.

Hmm. You wish.

-You have security cameras? -Yes.

I'm gonna take the recordings.

Afternoon.

Hey, that 90s look from The Nanny suits you.

Thank you. It's a look that says, "Don't you dare fuck with me."

Oh, I thought it said, "Thanks for busting me out, Miguel."

Looks like she's helping us steal the map after all.

See you in Lucas's suite!

Does she know you put her in here?

Hey, quiet.

Huh.

She owes me now.

Come in.

Thank you.

Grab whatever you want from the bar.

-How old are you now, Lucas? -I turn 18 on Monday.

Eighteen.

Okay, and what's your role in all this?

I posted your bail.

Mm-hmm.

Lucas will handle the museum's security.

It's actually quite simple.

The museum cameras are connected via Wi-Fi.

So all I need to do is hack the IP addresses

and insert a still image.

It'll only take two minutes.

Before Monday, it's illegal.

He's so adorable.

I'd treat him very well.

The museum will open in two days.

It will open its doors at 9:00 a.m.,

and that asshole, Ariel, will be there to welcome the first visitors.

Ten a.m…

…we cut the air-conditioning.

MAYAN HALL - HALLWAY

Five minutes later,

Lilí goes in.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I need to check out some of your books.

The records of these ships.

Okay, one moment please.

Once inside, Lilí will inspect the security system.

Your most important task,

will be figuring out how to get the key.

This one.

Wow. It's so hot.

Any chance you have some soda… or a glass of water?

One second.

You'll only have minutes before the guard returns.

Lilí will make a copy of the key.

She'll then place the tracker

that will guide me to the room where the Juan de la Cosa's maps are.

Oh!

-Thank you so much, sir. -You're welcome.

Mm!

I'm all done with the book.

She'll return the keys…

…as discreetly as possible.

Thank you.

Without air-conditioning, they'll start melting.

-Hello, gentlemen. A little warm, no? -Ariel won't allow his guests to sweat…

-Yes, sir. -…or the books to be damaged.

Well, fix that fucking thing!

By the time the air-conditioning techs arrive,

we'll be waiting for them.

Lilí, you'll need to change fast and intercept them before they enter.

They'll arrive through the front door.

They fixed it. Didn't they tell you?

Oh. Well, it's fine now. Sorry, gentlemen.

They'll let us through without suspecting anything.

MAYAN HALL - OLMEC HALL

We'll have to access the rooftop.

-Oh fuck. -Look. Over there. There.

One p.m., I enter the ventilation system.

Aah!

Six p.m., the museum closes for the day,

and they start preparing for the opening gala.

Aluxe to Hummingbird.

Aluxe to Hummingbird.

Why am I the Hummingbird?

-Why couldn't you be the damn hummingbird? -Shh.

Six-thirty p.m.,

the cocktail party begins.

Ariel will be welcoming the illustrious guests.

-My wife. -Nice to meet you.

Meanwhile,

I'll keep moving forward through the ventilation system.

Keep going straight a little more, then turn left.

Why'd you stop? Keep going. You're almost there.

I can't go straight. It's either left or right?

The ventilation pipes don't match the plans.

What do we do?

Turn right.

Turn right?

He should be above it.

The map!

I'm here!

Wait! I have to put up the still.

It's ready. Go!

No one will suspect a thing.

And I'll drop in like a cat.

Aah!

That was painful.

Son of a bitch.

It's gorgeous.

My dad would go crazy for this.

Yeah, yeah, it's awesome.

Hurry up!

Just look at it.

Once we have it, I'll lock it up again.

I will carefully exit and mix in with the guests.

Come on, Miguel! What'd you do?