All language subtitles for Den.Of.Thieves.2.Pantera.2025.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.265-TheBiscuitMan_Track03

Visibility, one.

Ceiling 4,000 overcast.
Temperature--

Salah 1-1-4 clear to land,

runway 1-1.

Clear to land Salah 1-1-4.

These streets,
they're different.

They're old.

The ties are deep and hidden.

It's where the East
claws at the West.

Where the South
seeks the North.

There's honor here
that must be respected.

Rules that cannot be broken.

And if a mistake is made...

Room service.

Shutting down engines.

Hey! What's the problem?

Apologies! Someone called in
a bomb threat.

This is a restricted area!

Get on your knees!
Get on your knees!

On your knees!
Show me your hands!

On your knees.

Get on your fucking knees,
right now!

Lay down! Lay down!
Lay fucking down!

Lay down! Lay down
right now. Don't move!

Don't move! On me!

Hands, hands!
Show me your hands!

You, come out! Come out!
You, come out. On the ground!

Get down!

It's clear!

Dogs on the scent.

Package in hand.

Package in hand. Exiting.

Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

Not bad!

If he catches us...
Faster, faster!

We good?

We clean. We clean. Still good.

In Belgium last night,

Salah Airline flight 114,

that was the Africa flight,
with the diamond industry

became the epicenter of a
meticulously executed heist

at the Antwerp International
Airport cargo terminal.

The incident unfolded

as the flight arrived
from Johannesburg,

and suspects
in police tactical gear

raced across the tarmac

to stage an assault
on the cargo hangar.

Preliminary reports suggest
that the thieves made away

with millions of dollars'
worth of diamonds.

Indications point
to the Panther mafia

as potential orchestrators
behind this meticulously
planned robbery.

My man crush, Deputy Nick.

Hey.

Did you hear about the diamond
rip at the airport? Belgium?

What, the Antwerp thing? Yeah.

Oh. So,
that's what this is about?

Mm-hmm.

Mm. Zero grams of sugar.

Lawman, afternoon.

Lieutenant, you're busy,
I'm busy.

So, let's jump to it, shall we?

Sir, I have reason to believe
my suspect is still operating.

And you know this how?

I just do.

- And what's your ask?
- Simple.

Issue a BOLO,
or at least a purple notice,

so I can continue
my investigation.

I can't operate outside of
CONUS without it.

Isn't this case closed by now?

Look. We've investigated
the incident ad nauseam.

And the issue here, Nick,
is this,

whether there was an actual
breach or not is debatable.

And we'd be pursuing it robustly

if there were abnormalities
with any of the accounts.

But there weren't.

Neither us,
nor any of our clients,

which translates to
every single goddamn bank

in the entire
American Southwest, and Guam,

and Hawaii,
are missing a dollar.

Not one.

Nothing was stolen, Nick.

I speak English.

The potential optics of this

are obviously
a nonstarter for us.

In no world can it be known
or leaked

that the Federal
fucking Reserve Bank

of the United States was robbed.

Not happening.

Go enjoy Lake Havasu, son.
I know you understand.

Backseat.

I trust you know how to use it.

Glock.

No safety.

No safety.

So, what's my cover?

You're French
of Cote d'Ivoire descent.

You're a diamond dealer
working out of London,

and we're EDM club promoters
here to promote the festival

for the next two weeks.
So, that's our clock.

Hope you got me a good view.

We'll meet the fence
this afternoon.

She's a sightholder and she
arranged office space for you.

And we've sanitized
the whole flat.

So, you're good to go.
Welcome to Nice, Jean-Jacques.

Here we go.

Jean-Jacques Dyallo.

What the fuck are you doing?

Follow him.

Follow that fucking car.

What are we doing?

Just relax.
You're gonna be fine.

Get out.

A stripper that doesn't smoke.

That's a first.

Go fuck yourself.

Still dealing bad food
at the club?

Okay.
Your dude told you everything.

Always do.

You knew about the Fed.

You always fuck your suspects?

Is that police procedure?

You know, I could close
these container doors

and then it'll be shipped
to China.

And when it gets there,

they'll open the doors
and there you'll be.

Dead.

A dead stripper in China.

Sounds kinky.

No, it doesn't.

We'll make this simple.

Since Merrimen's dead,
you're gonna tell me two things.

Where were he and Donnie going
that they didn't get to?

And what did they do
with the money?

Who's the lucky guy?

He was all prison weird.

He didn't fuck me.

You did.

And I can post this...

anytime.

God.
I look so much younger there.

I know where Donnie went.

I know where he put the money.
But I want my man's cut.

Seven million.

Or the LASD and your daughters

will be super proud
of your amateur porn career.

You understand, motherfucker?

Where is the money?

The Panama Diamant Bank.

Hey.

Jean-Jacques, this is
my lovely friend Chava.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

...rusty.

Well, you have to speak English
in this business anyway, so...

You grow up in Abidjan or...

- Tengrela.
-Oh!

So, you're Baoule, ethnically.

Ethnically? Sinfra.

I'm impressed.

You know a lot
about the country.

I mean, I have a lot of friends

in this business
from West Africa.

Tough negotiators.

Who isn't?

So, Jean-Jacques,

you have something
you want me to look at?

I do.

- And you came across this...
- My family.

We do business in Botswana.

Go on.

Great.

I'll leave you guys to it.

Let's get you set up
at the Bourse.

Uh-huh.

Monsieur.

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

Bonjour.

...walking through the Bourse.

D'accord.

Keep an eye on him, yeah?

Oui.

May I see your inventory?

You may.

Your office.
Landline phone here.

Dial 3 for security,
7 for the Concierge,

and 8 to dial out.

Your safe.

You dial in your own
personal code here.

But you could leave it open,
to be honest.

You're in the most
secure building
in continental Europe.

I certainly hope so.

I have some inventory
coming in this week.

Is it possible to lease
one of the vault boxes?

Oh, I'm sorry, not possible.

Currently, all the vault boxes
are fully booked.

And they are reserved
for sightholders anyway.

Ah!

Hopefully, something opens up.

So?

We're in. But we have a problem.

There's no access to the vault.

Only sightholders in Dali
have access,

and there's
no security boxes available.

You've gotta be
fucking kidding me.

Just let me handle it.

You have an
account across the street?

Of course. What is the offer?

Well, these stones
obviously don't come
with Kimberley certificates.

4.2.

I...
I cannot go lower than five.

It is also the only offer
you will get, Jean-Jacques.

4.2.
Here's your cash.

I understand we have a Marsala.

- Afternoon, sunshine!
- I'm good. I'm good.

Are you actually
living in your car now?

- I love my car.
- Okay.

So,
one week before the Fed heist,

the account Hofbro Imports LLC

is opened at the Diamant Bank
in Panama City.

Thirty-three days after the Fed,

$22,127,000 are deposited.

- And then it goes dark
for a couple of years.
- Shit.

Except for
a few cash withdrawals
in London and Belgium.

Check the PDF I sent you
over Signal.

Two days after the diamond rip
in Antwerp,

there's a deposit of 4.2.

Since then,
it's a flurry of activity,

including 1.8 in cash
withdrawals dated yesterday.

Fenced the stones, then payouts.

Correct.

Now, there's only five locations
of the Diamant Bank worldwide.

Marseille, Dubai, Tel Aviv,
Panama City, and Nice, France.

Look at the map I sent you.

What is directly across
from the Nice branch?

Fuckin' A.

The World Diamond Centre.

Okay. Who's our POC
on the Antwerp job?

Check your JREC.

Task Force Pantera.
BRB Commander Hugo Kamen.

He'll be expecting your call.

I know you're not gonna kick
this up to Europol.
How are you gonna operate?

Good point. Hold on.

Global jurisdiction.
U.S. Marshal.

He was deputized
on the Chris Dorner manhunt.

We didn't know if that fucker
was in Temecula or Paraguay.

Okay, did you re-up?

No. Good point. So, uh,
you gotta back me up, okay?

If they call me out,
validate me.

- I can do that.
- Thank you.

Now, get the fuck out of my car.

All right.

- Comms are secure,
so we can speak freely.
-Okay.

I am Cleopatra.

Now, I've been working with
each one of you individually,

but never as a group.

There's a reason
why you're all here.

This will be our biggest job
on the continent yet.

This isn't a smash and grab.

We're here to rob
the World Diamond Centre.

We estimate the score
to be 850 million euros.

Use these SIMs and only these
for all communication.

Vuk, logistics.
Marko, vehicles and transport.

Dragan, safes, entry.
Slavko, comms, cell overwatch.

Jean-Jacques.

He'll be doing
the recce and the planning.

That's what
the fuck I'm doing.

Okay, okay, guys.
Calm the fuck down, okay?

This guy is one of the best
thieves on the planet, okay?

What the fuck is your problem?

Yeah, it's fucking normal.

Wait! Hey, shut the fuck up!

Okay.
We have until the last Sunday
of the month to execute the job.

So, as we advance in our recce
to the target here,

the World Diamond Centre,

gathering all the intelligence
we need will be difficult.

Jean-Jacques is our asset
on the inside.

He finds our path to the vault.

And if you have a problem
with that,

you can get the fuck out now.

I'm good, boss.

What do you need?

I'll need brands, makes and
model of all security systems,

and of course, the vault.

Need to ID all their personnel.

Get to know
who we are dealing with,

and somehow, tap in their comms.

Confirm routes, find the exits.

I'll work up the routes.

I'll need to see them
before selecting vehicles.

- So, are we good?
- Yeah.

Ah, bravo.

Here we go.

France. Italy.

That bend, that is the border.

This is the alpine run.

No CCTV or plate readers
up on these roads?

Zero. All on the coast.

This is the route.

I need all-wheel drive.

Strip out the automation.
No anti-locks.

I'm sorry,
what was that?

Sir, yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Is the captain here? Capitaine?

Uh, oui, oui.

- No problem.
- Oh, okay.

We were set for, uh, 1:00,
1:00 p.m.

It's... it's... it's 1:30.

He's aware that I'm here or--

Nicholas. Hugo.

Welcome.

Nice to finally meet you.
I thought we said 1:00, but--

No.

Hmm.

Well, anyway,
I brought you some swag.

Thought you and the guys
might like it.

Oh.

I have LAPD
but not LASD. It's cool.

Do you want something
to eat, drink?

Coffee. Maybe a little one
of those croissants.

No, Nick.

It's croissant,
not, uh, croissant.

Well, clearly,
I don't speak French, right?

What American does?

This is Lieutenant Varane.
Lieutenant O'Brien.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Ah.

So, here they are.

Ah, oui.

It's very tough to crack.
Ethnically insular.

They work with the Italians
and Albanians once in a while,

but tactically,
they are brilliant.

The players are only aware

of who's in the cell
for a particular job.

So, if they get caught,
there's no one to rat on.

And tough to ID them.

We don't get much help
from Balkan Alley.

They are all like security
services and military.

They know
how to stay off the grid.

They often use women
who were models or athletes

who spend a lot of time
in Western Europe.

So, they have connections.
Know their way around.

This guy. Slobodan.

He's a criminal receiver.

He has deals
with the 'Ndrangheta

and all the top jewelers
in Italy.

He gives the green light for
every job on the continent.

We've been trying to bag him
for almost a decade.

Take a seat, Nick.

So, tell us about your suspect.

We have reason to believe,
thank you,

that he's operating out of
Europe, possibly France.

We started looking into it
after the Antwerp rip.

A lot of the signatures
of that job were similar

to some of the ones
we investigated in L.A.

But you know,
the Police Aeronautique

believe that most of them
were Balkan.

I thought you said that
they were all Balkan
except for one.

The one who recruited them.

Okay. And was he Black?

Okay.
So, they weren't all Balkan
is the point.

No.

Were you guys able to pull up
the surveillance footage
I requested?

Of course.

Okay.

Can I see it?

How's your croissant?

Great.

I'll make your life
a little bit easier
while you're over here.

You know, some of the letters
in French, they are silent.

Like the "T" in croissant,
for example.

You know, in American,
you say salmon, right?

But the "L" is silent, no?

Am I on Candid Camera
or something?

You know, I actually
say salmon. Always have.

Sal-mon. So, there you go.

He's a funny guy, huh?

Okay. This is from the day
you requested.

Let me know when to pause.

That's it. Diamant Bank.

Wait, wait, wait, stop.
Right there. Can you zoom in?

Try and find him
when he comes out.

Okay, just... Stop.

Okay. Inch forward.

Freeze. Freeze there.

Go in.

Allo, this him?

No, no. No, no. Not him.

No?

No.

If you need anything else,
you have my number.

Maybe we can go out
and have some salmon.

Thank you.

- French food kinda sucks.
- Oh.

Actually, Nick, it's the best.

But you American,
you have no taste.

I am.

Honey trap is set.
Check your Pegasus.

We got it.

Mademoiselle.

Grab a seat.

Come on, man, sit down.
You're making me nervous.

I won't bite. Promise.

So, what you packing there?

You don't have
any jurisdiction here.

Mm!

I didn't rob the Fed.

Who said anything about the Fed?

You know what I was
tripping on just now?

You and I are part of this
weird symbiosis.

See, you only exist, Fraulein,
because of me.

We weren't there
trying to stop you

from smuggling shit
and stealing shit,

then your shit wouldn't be
worth a fucking thing.

It's only worth the trouble,

because we're there
trying to stop you.

So, actually,
you need to thank me...

that your shit is worth
anything at all.

- You're welcome.
- Okay.

Cracks me up when people
pull guns on people.

Why don't you just shoot 'em?

You're not a killer. I am.

You got over on me, Fraulein.
No one gets over on me.

I'm broke.

And I'm sick of
being the hunter.

It's fucking exhausting.

Let's take a look at your view.

Word around the L.A. streets
is that they fired your ass.

So, how you gonna get in?

Take it.

I'm gonna ask you again.

How are you gonna get in there?

I'm working on it.

No, you can't trust me.

And yeah, I can haul your ass
in anytime I want.

Depends on my mood.

Right now, Fraulein,
it's pretty good.

You're gonna rob that place.
And I'm gonna do it with you.

I wanna meet these Panthers.

Set it up.

Fuck.

This is our city.
No one can hide from us here.

Jesus, that's strong!

That her?

Yeah, that's her.

I don't recall getting a memo
she was a supermodel.

Engleski?[IN ENGLISH] Yeah?

You've worked security?

Among other things.

How'd you guys meet?

Prison.

Gay cruise, actually.

Marlboro Man.

Yeah. But I mean,
that's why I let them do
the work for us.

I play the cops
like I play everyone else.

Right now,
he's our key to the vault.

No other option.

Invite him tonight.

We'll put him in a deep hole
and see if he crawls out.

Bonjour.

Sorry.
The wealthier they are,
the bigger the crook. Asshole.

Once you become
a slave to greed,

you're fucked.

Then I guess we are both fucked.

So, how can I help you?

I was wondering
if I can rent space

in one of your vault boxes
for a few weeks.

I have some inventory
coming in and I--

I do not like the idea
of keeping it in the office.

How much space exactly?

Around 3,000 karats.

Split the monthly cost
and we can do it.

Perfect.

Bon.

Show him.

That's the guy
who had the GPS beacon?

Text it to me.

- Okay.
- Good job.

- Yo!
-Hey!

You look good.

Holy shit.

Right?

So, these your new girlfriends?

Take it easy, man.
We're in no rush.

- Nick.
- Slavko.

Cool name. Pleasure.

- Dragan.
- Nick.

I know you.

Nick.

Take your time, bro.

Marko.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Hey,
what's the name of that game?

You know, with the little
metal balls that you throw?

- Bocce.
-Bocce.

You know, at the cafe today.
I saw you guys there.

Your police academy
taught you well, Nicko.

Fuck the police.

Yeah, fuck the police.

- What is that?
- Sljivo.

- Say again?
- Sljivo. Sljivovica.

When you run out of gas,
you can put this in your car.

That's some nasty shit.

What is it?

Try it.

Cops don't do drugs.

So, do yourself a favor.

Stop being a pussy.
And hit that shit.

Holy shit.

Seriously. What are we...
what are we smoking?

Hashish.

With a little pixie dust.

Pixie, what?

E. You never try E?

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

I wish I could fucking dance!

Fuckin' Europe rules!

Hey, man,
sorry about bombing the shit

out of you guys in the '90s.

Now, that...
that was fucked up.

They killed my mother.

No, seriously?

We went to join the West,
but the West didn't want us.

So, we rob it.

I fucking love you guys.

- Fuck NATO!
- Fuck NATO!

- Fuck NATO!
- Fuck 'em!

Yeah, yeah, fuck NATO!

Oh, I got one coming up.

He's fucked up.

Hey. Not good.
Go to Nicko. Go, go.

You know I love you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This is Marko's ex, man,
and he's trippin'.

Just slow it down
a little bit, all right?

- I told him.
- Yeah.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck this shit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Get your fucking hands
off me.

Fucking drama queen.
Let's go.

Hey, hey!

Fuck off!

Chill, chill.

What the fuck?

Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.

[IN ENGLISH] Why,
you wanna get smashed?

No. I don't wanna get smashed.

Hey! Hey!

Ah! We're really gonna
do this right now?

Oh, fuck. Shit, yeah.

Yeah,
big American tough guy.

You start shit in our country, huh?

You think we're socialist
pussies over here, huh?

Yo, what the fuck
are you playing at?

Hey. Wait, wait, wait.
I got one.

I'm really gonna
make you proud right now.

Croissant. Croissant.

You got it.
You don't like it?

Croiss-- Fuck! Croissant.

It's shit!

Come on.

I thought that was--
I thought that was good.

Donnie!

You fucking had my back.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

We got a fucking free ride?

This is a bad idea.

- Scooter time.
- This is bad.

Let's just press down
on the right.

Oh, shit.

Let's have some fucking fun
for once, man.

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, shit.

- Whoo!
- Oh, shit.

Fifty fucking miles an hour?

Get your slow ass
out of my way.

I thought white people
watched NASCAR.

You're my bitch.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Hey, hey!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh, my God. That bitch.

Is that a horse?

Those are frogs.

Yeah. That's a cock.

Don't say it like that.

- Please call it a rooster.
- A rooster. Sorry.

I just fucking remembered.
I'm fucking starving.

I need water.

You like shawarma?

I don't know.

Hey.

How'd you find me?

I looked.

So, how'd you do it?

Do what?

Mm-mm.

The Fed isn't missing anything.

There you have it.

How the fuck does the Fed have
no idea it's been ripped off?

- How does that happen?
- You tell me.

You stole the old money
before it was shredded, huh?

- Huh?
- Unfit currency. Technically.

I read that somewhere.

I fucking knew it!

I fucking knew it.

Like, you gotta be fucking
loaded, right? Come on.

I don't know rich people,
but isn't it enough?

Then why don't you stop?
I... I... I don't get it.

I, uh, I can't.

You know where I'm from?

- Hawthorne.
- Mm-hmm.

- I know everything.
- Near Doty and Rosecrans.

With a Popeye in the corner

next to the Hawaiian
barbecue place.

I'd kill that
Hawaiian barbecue spread.

Right,
with a side of fried rice?

Yeah.
Pineapple chicken.

Fuck yeah!

My... my pops,

my pops was blasted

right in front of me
when I was six years old.

Some Pirus at Alondra Park.

My mom, she had to support us.

She was a server
at Marie Callender's
at the Del Amo mall.

She ain't make shit.

One year for Christmas,

all she could afford was a...
a Nerf hoop

that me and my sister
had to share.

That next year,
I was always good in school

and they moved me to this
magnet school in Torrance.

The only thing is I had
to walk to that motherfucker.

Three miles every day.

It was in a nice area.

So, the closer I got to school,

around that last mile,

I started to see the shift.
Nice, big houses.

Super clean yards.

So, I started to play
this little game in my mind.

I started to see patterns.

See if I could memorize
all the houses.

How many people lived in it.

If they would go to work,
and for how long.

When papers would start to
stack up on the front step.

Who had dogs, who didn't,
what type they were.

I had that neighborhood
clocked in no time.

So, Christmas is
coming back around,

and I feel my mama's anxiety.

Another fucking year
where she can't get us shit.

On my way to school,

I decided to look and see what
was in one of them houses.

It'll never be enough.

It's because
it's not about the money.

It's about the challenge.

Can I get in and get out

without anyone even knowing
I was there?

And I just started leveling up.

What you getting me
for Christmas?

A coupon to the Hofbrau.

I fucking love that place.

Seeing as we're in
couples therapy,

my old man owned a liquor
store right over there

off of Sepulveda Boulevard,
you know, near Western.

So, he used to walk to work.

One night, he was working late,

and these two dudes
rolled in with straps on.

Tried to rob him.

Now, he didn't take shit
from anybody ever.

And there was no way he was
gonna open that register.

He had this .38 that he kept
under the counter.

Yeah, right there.
And he looked down at it.

And these dudes
must have gotten spooked

that he was gonna
blast their ass,

because one asshole shot him.

Hmm.

Right there. Here.

Caught bit of leg
just below the hip.

And he survived.

But from that day on,
he had this fucking limp.

He had it to the day he died.
Never the same.

He put a brave face on, but...

I used to watch him walk
to work every day.

He would just put one foot
in front of the other.

With that fucking limp.

Broke my heart.

All I could think about
was getting the motherfuckers
that did it.

I never did. Never got 'em.

When I grew up, first chance
I got, I got a gun.

I got a badge.
And I started to hunt.

Fuck.

This time no one gets hurt.

Absolutely.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What?
- Whoa, whoa, hey.

-Keep walking.
- Okay, okay.

Keep walking. Let's go.

I didn't even call an Uber!

Fucking... Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Get in...
get in the fucking car!

A few weeks ago,

there was a flight
from Africa to Antwerp.

It had something on it.
Something that belongs to us.

To the Octopus.

And you stole it.

Get it back.

Hey!
Get the fuck back here!

Are you kidding me?

You stole diamonds
from the fucking mafia?

Like I fucking knew!

Oh, fuck!

Where are you going? Nick! Nick!

Take your shoes off.
You'll sink.

Shoes. Shoes.

Now, what?

What the fuck do you think?
Swim.

Swim? Where, Nick?

Oh, to Libya.

What the fuck do you think,
dum-dum? To shore!

I can't swim that fucking far.

I'm negatively buoyant.
Don't you know David Goggins?

- Don't be such a pussy.
- Fuck you!

You think there are
sharks around here?

Actually, yeah.
I think it's infested.

You kind of look like
shark food.

Stop talking to me.

I hate you!

I fucking hate you, too.

Fuck it. I'm out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What you mean?

I'm out. Capo di tutti i capi
or whatever the fuck it's called

is where I draw the line.

They go after families.
They don't give a fuck.

You can't do me like that.

All right,
I'm dead if you don't.

Well, you're the one that stole
the fucking diamond. I didn't.

You gonna bail on me.
You might as well arrest me.

Fuck it.

Don't fucking follow me.

You followed me here.

Dip out there, bitch.

How's the hangover,
mademoiselle?

You watching?

Yep.

Most guards don't do shit.

Smoke, dick around on phones,
watch porn.

- Those boys are different.
- Very.

Been clocking those dudes
for weeks.

Those dogs can hunt.

Yeah.

This is gonna be interesting.

You feeling it?

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

And the cop goes gangster.

Get your ass over here, man.
Your espresso's getting cold.

The WDC has no fire doors,

no emergency exit,
or egress point.

There's only one door.
One way in, one way out.

Any movements
within the district

will result in you
coming in a picture.

So, there's only one place
they're not looking.

Up.

Bravo. Dragan.

You're gonna
have to put this on.

These on sale
or something?

Where are my two boyfriends?

They're out.

Welcome.

Marko and Vuk went home.
You're a Panther now.

This is the entire theater.

We've recce'd every security
measure in the district.

As you can see,
there are no dead zones.

So, we'll have to create one.

There are 127 cameras
fed into central security

right here in this kiosk.

They only run ten CCTV monitors.

So, those 127 feeds

cycle through
at ten-second intervals.

At any given time,
117 of those views are dark.

We will perform a timed descent

that will move us undetected
through those dark zones

as a result of the CCTV
monitoring cycle.

What about the recorded footage
once the cameras are offline?

There's a WDC privacy law
that prevents it.

So, no footage
is being recorded.

It's just being viewed
in real time.

But we have a blind spot
and a problem.

So the only individuals
that are granted access
to the vault

is the Concierge,
the sightholders,

and their private security
who must be law enforcement.

We tried to flip
some internal assets
with access, but...

So, you're our way in.

Okay.

When does this happen?

Right now.

Like, right the fuck now.

No.

Mr. O'Brien has worked with me
for years.

I emailed admin
at your L.A. sheriff's office
for your bona fides,

but didn't receive anything.

You mean, uh...

You sure you got
the right email?

Maybe... maybe check.

Yeah.
I don't understand.

Oh!

Here we are. It went to my junk.

Sorry for that.
It happens.

Everything is okay.

- Yeah. Mm.
- Wonderful.

Okay, man. She's on her way.

Just stand here?

Yeah.

- Bonjour.
- Ah, bonjour.

This is Nick,
my head of security.

Nick. Chava Falcone.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Ah, no francaise, huh?

By the way, the derby.
Nice-Monaco. Are you going?

- Olivier, the Concierge.
- Yeah.

Me, some friends. We're going
to a supporters' bar.

Saturday?
Yes.

- I might join you.
- Yeah, come. Come with us.

Merci.

So, Nick will go with you
to deposit the inventory.

Does tomorrow still work?

Yeah. But first thing
in the morning, eight o'clock,

because I'm slammed tomorrow.

- Sure.
-Thank you.

See you.

♪ To get the wrong idea
About me

- ♪ I don't have nothing
- ♪ To hide

Why, bro? Why?

- ♪ I want the world to see
- ♪ I'm a gangsta

♪ Gangsta niggas

♪ Do your dance

- ♪ Gangsta bitches
- ♪ Wave your hands

- ♪ See me
- ♪ I'm about my money

- ♪ My paper
- ♪ I'm about my dollars

- ♪ Popping collars
- ♪ With this mac

♪ And this slack ♪

Hey!

For real gangster.

You watch your mouth.

This is why y'all
so amped up all the time.

Oh, my God.

Hey!

Now, this is music.

Okay.

Wow. Romantico.

Oh, my God.

Huh?

You gotta
make love more often, bro.

See, Dragan,
he's smooth with it.

Them glasses don't fool me.
I see you!

Yeah! Bro, you pent up.

Your suit. It's an ISR.
Records in every direction.

Oh. All right.

Sure this thing's gonna work?

I've worn these in 500
jewelry stores. They work.

Well, you're a woman.

They tend not to get frisked,
especially beautiful ones.

Well, neither do cops,
especially good ones.

I fuckin' hate suits.

Nothing good ever happens
in a suit.

That was fun the other night.

You know, at the club.

Yeah. Good DJ. Cool fight.

I just got divorced.

Oh, that's so sad.

And for the record,
I have no attraction to you.

Okay. You got any kids?

No.

Actually, yeah.

You know, I prefer honesty
rather than bullshit.

Oh.

Then, yeah, I do.
I got... I got two.

Damn!

I thought you were gonna
wife me up.

Can I change my answer?

Don't fuck this up.

And don't fuck me over.

Come on. Come on.

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

My detail.

We have an appointment
at the Bourse

with Miss Falcone
and the Concierge.

All right.

Merci.

You're good to go.

- Cam there.
- Cam.

Okay. Precious cargo.

Thank you so much, Chava.

I have to go
welcome parties. Come.

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

Good morning.

Morning.

Please.

The Concierge operates
the vault 24/7,

lives on the seventh floor,

escorts every appointment,
locks up every night.

Moving all this
with him anywhere

near there would be...
very risky.

Yeah. But we'll just time it
with his movements.

So, no more being sheriff
for you?

I tend to hurt
people's feelings.

Then you'll fit right in.

Huh.

Please.

- There's a thermal motion.
- Yeah.

Can you turn around?
I'm sorry.

There is the vault. Armon.

You can put the briefcase
on the desk, please.

The remaining issue is that

the security camera
from hallway to the foyer

is too high up for us to cover.

And that's the only camera
that doesn't cycle.

What if we cover ourselves?

Quantum Stealth?

Huh.

What we looking at?

I saw the stone.

Uh-huh.

Top left side.

Second row, fifth from the top.

I saw the fucking stone.

Good.

Nicholas.

You're enjoying your time off, huh?

You know.

Beautiful family.

Oui.

Hey there.

I have to go.

I need to quit this shit, man.

I try pretty much
every fucking day.

So, how often do you get
to see 'em?

We try for a couple of times
a week, you know?

Wow. Mm.

That's fucking involved.

Are you the same?

I wish.

Christmas and birthdays only.

You know,
we go out into the world.

You know, we try to sort out
these problems.

But all we do is
we bring them home.

Yeah. It must really fucking
suck being married to a cop.

Oui.

Be careful
of your new friends, huh?

I'll see you around, Lieutenant.

Low tech beats high tech.

Watch now.

Voila!

Fuck.

Not used to all the garlic
over here.

Now, you know,
turn around.

I guess he's making some sales.

Oh, is this ice cream?

Gelato.

It's fucking good.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, is that thermal?

-Huh?
- Is... Is that thermal?

Yeah.

Oui.

Concierge just left.

See you with the van
at egress point.

Copy.

Houdini One,
this is Carbon Actual.
Comms check.

Carbon Actual, copy.

Comms clear.

Houdini One moving on theater.

Copy that.

Houdini One in theater.

Houdini One,
you are red at Amstel.

Twenty seconds to green light.

Copy, Carbon Actual.

Standing by for green.

Ten seconds
to green light.

Five, four...

You're green. Green to Becks.

Green.

Copy, you're red at Becks.

Red at Becks.

Twelve seconds to green light.
Stand by.

Houdini One, holding at Becks.

Five, four, three...

Jesus, that's deep.

Yeah.

Fuckin' hell.

Eighty seconds to red.

Copy that, Carbon Actual.

Hmm.

Sixty seconds to red.

Come on.

Forty seconds to red.

Mm!

Twenty seconds to red.

Ten seconds to red.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Corona's red. Red at Corona.

Houdini One, location.

Houdini One
in Mineshaft at Diamond.

Houdini One, Quantum at Diamond.
Quantum at Diamond.

Holy shit.
Houdini in the mantle.

Copy.

It's not here.
It's not fucking here!

What do you mean,
it's not fucking here?

Okay, just keep goin',
keep goin'.

Please, turn this off! Gone!

Fuck!
They're not here either.

Come on, come on.

What are you doing?

No! Don't go. What?

I'm sorry. Bye, guys.

Fuck!

Houdini One,
Housekeeper is home.

Return to Mineshaft.

Actual, what's that?

Housekeeper is home.
Get the fuck out now!

Fuck! We gotta go,
we gotta go!

- You see it?
-No.

Shit, where is it?

It's here. It's here.

We gotta go, Donnie.
No, no, no.

- Hold on.
-We gotta go.

It's here.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

One more sec.

Donnie, Donnie.

Donnie, get up.

- Come on! Come on!
-Wait!

Donnie, just fucking leave it.
We gotta go now!

Jeez, hold on.
Just get up!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Thank fucking God.

Houdini One, come in.

Houdini One
moving up the Mineshaft.

Copy.

Houdini One
holding at Corona.

You're green at Corona.

140 seconds green at Corona.

Bags are secure.

Sixty seconds at Corona.

At Becks! At Becks!

Hold at Becks.
Corona red in 45.

Corona red in 30.

Fuck.

Hold at Becks. Corona red in 20.

Becks red.

Three seconds to switch route.
Hold for command.

Becks green. Becks green.

Carbon Actual,
we are clear.

Okay.

[IN ENGLISH] Oh, fuck.

Shit!

Nick! Nick!

What the f...

Go, go, come on.
Come on.

Come on.

I'll check it out.

Houdini One,
dogs on the scent. Vanish.

- Fuck!
-Go, go, go.

Come on.
Come on, Nick.

You got it.

Yeah.

Throw the backpack.
Oh, fuck!

Okay, go. Go, go.

The pole! The pole!

Move, move, move. Move!

Carbon Actual,
is Becks green?

Copy. Confirm
Houdini One, Becks green.

Okay.

So, I want you to clear
the atrium stairs, all right?

And don't forget
to lock down
the fucking elevator, yeah?

Roof clear.

Carbon Actual,
I need the location
of Houdini One.

Location of Houdini One.

What the fuck?

Hands off weapon.
Just relax.

Don't be stupid. All right?

Don't be fucking stupid.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Relax, relax.
I aimed center mass.

You're okay. All right?

It's gonna hurt a few days, though.

Sorry about that.

Stranger. Vanish. Northside.
Now, now, now!

We got him. We got him.
Northside. Northside.

Copy that.

It's him! It's him!

Let's go, let's go!
We gotta go!

Ah, fuck!

What the fuck?

Shit. ANPR.

If any of us get burned,

Slobodan will put your cut away.

And it'll be waiting for you
when you get out. Good luck.

Focus.

Good luck, brother.

Watch our six.
Those aren't police headlights.

They're not friendly either.

Fuck.

Mag.

Drive. I shoot.
Call out, brakes.

Copy.

Shit. There's two of them.

Oh, God!
Fuck!

Take the wheel! Wheel!

- Hey! Move! Move!
-I'm good! I'm good!

Mag change.

I need a better shot.

- Hold on! I can't hear you.
-Brake!

Fuck! I'm fucking hit up, man!

Hold on!

- Mags change. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Shit, still on us.

- Can you loose 'em?
-Fucking trying.

- Those dudes are drivers.
-Oh, shit.

[IN ENGLISH] Shit! Fuck!

Right this side.
I got a clean shot.

Got you, break.

I'm out. Mag change.

I've got ammo.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck this.

Fuck, yeah!

Okay, I'm out.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

His fault.

That's it?

-[IN ENGLISH] Hey, hey!
- Hey.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

You okay?
Yeah, man.

- Slobodan.
- Jean-Jacques.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Slobodan, he is Nick.

Sit down with us.

Take a seat, please.

Ah!

Yeah!

Thank you.

Signore.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Ah. You saved the town.

- Huh?
- Okay, guys. Stand up, please.

To heist of century.

And to the Panthers.

Ah!

- You good?
- I'm good.

Oh, come on.

-Look at that.
- No!

We saved this one,
we saved this one for you.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Your style.

Hey. Keep your hands
to yourself, man.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Okay, okay!

Don't move!

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't move, don't move!

Don't move! Hands back!

[IN ENGLISH] Hey! Hey!

Go! Go!

Move, move!

Move!

Let's go!

[IN ENGLISH] You okay?

Yeah.

You want to do the honors?

You do it. Your jurisdiction.

Anything you say
can and will be used
against you in the court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

With these rights in mind,
do you wish to speak to me?

Well played.

I guess.

Do you want something else?

I'll have a croissant.

Parfait.

You know, you did the right
thing coming in, huh?

It's strange, huh?

Living on the other side
feels good, no?

Yeah.

Too good.

Respect.

Time to go home, huh?

To what?

That was fun.

So, we even?

Yeah. We're even.

Feel good about yourself?

Actually, no.

I thought I would feel
a little better, to be honest.

You're a piece of shit.

I did save your life, though.

So, that was real?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, you've just been fuckin'
with me this whole time?

No. No. Not the whole time.

But at the end of the day,

a tiger just can't change
his stripes.

Just can't.

I'll see you, Fraulein.

By the way...

sit back left.

Back left!

Get ready to move.

Do we just get this
over with already?

No.

[IN ENGLISH] He says,
"Relax. Enjoy your beer."

He says that
if he wanted you gone,

that would have happened
a long time ago.

He wants to meet you.

[IN ENGLISH] Because
he wanted to meet the man

who got his goods back.

Because he wants to know
how the hell you did it.

You are Harry fucking Houdini!

And now, you work for me.

So, what's next?

- ♪ If I was the king
- ♪ Of my own land

♪ Facing tempests of dust

♪ I'll fight until the end

- ♪ Creatures of my dreams
- ♪ Raise up and dance with me

♪ Now and forever

♪ I'm your king ♪