La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 15 - Bella ciao - full transcript

THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS

-Shall we close it?

-Just like that?

We should...

say a few words or something.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy will be done on earth,
as it is in Heaven.

-Thy Kingdom come.

-What?

-You skipped a part.

After "hallowed be Thy name"
comes "Thy Kingdom come."

-What the hell does that matter?

If you're going to pray,

do it right.

-You think God is checking
if you're saying it right?

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts,

as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

"There are moments in life

where you should be able
to use a remote control

to just stop it.

Even if just for five minutes."

"But some things happen
with irreverent obscenity.

And there's nothing you can do.

On the one hand

we had just buried Moscow.

On the other,

we were opening the path to our freedom."

-All the shops in the area
said the same.

Inspector Murillo has seized footage

crucial for the investigation.

-Indisputable evidence
that she's collaborating in the heist.

-Activate the intervention protocol.

Immediately.

Gather your best men.

-What about the hostages?

And Alison Parker,
or the international protocol?

What about public safety?

Colonel, they have large calibre guns,

entrances loaded with explosives.

The hostages wear jumpsuits
and masks, like the thieves.

Impossible to tell them apart.

It will be a bloodbath and you know it.

And what do you suggest?

Let them get away,
holding hands with Inspector Murillo?

-Yes. Let them get out
and catch them on the outside.

Do you know where
public safety has led us?

You want me to tell you?

To us being the laughing stock.

Not only of Spain,
of the whole fucking world.

The world's newscasts follow this story

as if it were the World Cup.

Do you want to be on TV
with the headline:

'The idiots in the police
let an escaped prisoner re-enter

the Royal Mint building
riding a motorbike'?

A motorbike!

Do you like being the goddamn fool?

-Excuse me...

I didn't ask for your opinion.

The government has given
the order to intervene.

They have been in there for 125 hours,

and if by chance they were to escape

it would be a disgrace to this country.

-Excuse me...
-What?!

The State Prosecutor's Office
issued an arrest warrant

for Inspector Raquel Murillo.

She is under search and arrest.

SHOP AVAILABLE

WEDNESDAY
3:35 PM

125 HOURS INTO THE HEIST

-Where is he?
-In the warehouse.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Come here.

The one with the phone.

Hello.

You can call her Stockholm if you want.

It can't be all tears, can it?

Go on then.

Go.

-Nine hundred and eighty four

million euros.

Nine hundred and eighty four
million euros.

Nine hundred and eighty four
million euros.

-Nine hundred and eighty four
million euros.

-Yes.

Colonel, we are ready to go in.

Good.

There's news from the tunnel.

The GPR shows that they are
close to the sewer system.

We have a special operations unit
in the sewers.

-"Entering the main drainage channel."

-"Target distance 300 metres north."

-"Copy that. Standing by."

Suárez.

We'll carry out
this operation together.

We'll use an enveloping tactic,
flanking them to force them into the hole.

In other words, a fucking sandwich.

-We'll push them from the inside

so that they come out and
catch them at the sewer bend.

They can't go back for cover.

-We've got them in a mousetrap.

Now we have to find Inspector Murillo

and her little boyfriend.

Lieutenant.

"Come on, go, go!"

-"Squadron!"
-"Sir!"

-"Ready?"

-"Yes, sir!"

Everyone moving the money.

-We need to get out!
-"Very well."

Assault units are
getting ready to come in.

"We'll get on it."

-We're already in.

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!

Helsinki, this won't be the last
you hear from me, I swear!

When I get out
I'll sue the shit out of you,

for cruelty, torture

and crimes against humanity, motherfucker!

Little Arturo,

we're going to the tunnel.

Your very important mission. Yes?

It was fake.

It was fake.

Stand up.

Slowly.

Turn around!

Now you're coming to the station.

And don't fucking move
or this time I will shoot you.

You know why?

Because I've gone for a little walk
in the countryside

and I've had time to think and I regret

not shooting the biggest son of a bitch
that I ever came across in my life.

-Raquel, please.

-I'm not killing you

because I want you in prison for 30 years.

And there,

you get to ask whoever the fuck you want
what he's wearing.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Don't move!

-Don't move!

Stay where you are!

MOSCOW. AGUSTIN RAMOS
DOS HERMANAS. MAY 1, 1964

He was born on Labor Day.

On every birthday since he started
working at the mine, he said

all the arrangements
were made for his party.

A good picket.

And the rubber bullets were his gifts.

This year it was real bullets.

I guess if you're born on the wrong side,

you die on the wrong side.

What's your name?

-No, Monica.
-I need to know your name.

Because I'm leaving here with you.

Through the back door,
the tunnel, or holding a machine gun.

But I don't want to be away from you.

And if I have to learn to shoot,

I will.

Besides...

this child...

this child is going to need a father.

Come on, tell me your name.

Ricardo.

-"This is the Underground Unit,
making our way down the sewers."

-"What's that noise?"
-"Stay still."

-"It's the metro. Line 6.
It's right above us."

-"Proceeding."

Come on, people! Keep it up!

Let's make sure the magic lasts
until the very end!

In there, we'll have satellite
radio and video signal

in order to avoid frequency jammers.

"...The bomb squad

will open a gap in the cargo door.
300 grams of thermite explosive.

You know what that means.

So Lobo, Ruiz,

you'll provide cover fire, if necessary.

The rest of us will enter in line,
no-one stays behind."

-Come on, come on, come on!

-Gentlemen,

there's going to be a ruckus in there,

"...so we'll have to be united.

Together!

Understood?"

-Yes, sir!

"The only instructions

are not to open fire if they wear a mask.

Of course, we will open fire
in response to anyone shooting at us."

-The only instructions

are that there's no order for any of them
to come out alive.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

-Yes, sir!

We're ready, so let's go get them!

-"Go, go, go!"

Stop the machines and erase the logs.

Remove the hard drives, we're taking them.

There's little left
to reach one billion.

We just need to print and cut some sheets.

How much time do we need, Mr. Torres?

-Eleven minutes.
-Eleven minutes.

You're rounding off the numbers, Nairobi.

What do you think this is?

A TV game show?

Go pack your bags,
I'll take care of the money.

I say I'm leaving with a billion,

-so I'm leaving with a billion!
-I say "stop", so you stop!

Do you know why I'm in charge?

Because you've got shit for brains.

You want to stay in this mousetrap
to reach the billion?

You know
who that reminds me of?

Of a mother

who leaves her child,

a baby, to go sell pills.

Of course, she gets caught
and loses the child.

Under my command
those things don't happen, Nairobi!

No, of course not.

Under your command
we plan weddings with hostages.

Will you get married
on the beach dressed in white?

Since you know everything,

do you know what she feels for you?

You make her sick!

I heard her in the bathroom.

The only consolation she has left

is that she'll keep your money.

To put up with you until you drop.

And when you're dying,

say to your face

how every time you raped her,

because you're raping her,

she would go to the bathroom to throw up.

That's all she has left.

To spit on you upon your deathbed.

That's what you have turned her into.

Torres,

shut down the machines.

Miss Nairobi?

-Shut down the machines, Torres.

-Alright.

Rio,

-Rio, are you there?
-"Yes, Professor.

I encrypted the frequency."
-How long will it take to decode it?

-"Two hours."

-Perfect.

Set the explosive charges.

Pass the intercom to Berlin.

-"Right away."

-Hey.

Come, please.

What's the matter?

I don't feel well.

What's wrong?

I feel pain in my chest.

May be an anxiety attack.
Do you want a tranquiliser?

It would have been easier for me too
if none of this had happened.

It was the only

actual weak point
in an otherwise perfect plan.

A plan that's no longer perfect.
You know why?

Because even if this all goes well...

Even if it all goes well, I'll be...

I'll be fucked.

Because I won't ever see you again.

You think it was in my plans
to fall in love

with the inspector?

I don't want to hear more.

-You don't want to hear?

Why don't you want to hear, Raquel?

Because I'm a bad guy?

You've been taught
to see good and bad guys.

But what we're doing
is okay to you when other people do it.

In the year 2011,
the European Central Bank made 171

billion euros out of nowhere.

Just like we're doing.

Only bigger.

185 billion in 2012.

145 billion euros in the 2013.

Do you know where all that money went?

To the banks.

Directly from the building

to the pockets of the rich.

Did anyone call

the European Central Bank a thief?

No.

"Liquidity injections",

they called it.

And they pulled it out of nowhere, Raquel.

Out of nowhere.

What's this?

This is nothing, Raquel. Paper.

It's paper, you see?

It's paper.

I'm making a liquidity injection,

but not for the banks.

I'm doing it here,

in the real economy.

With this group of...

of losers, which is what we are, Raquel.

To get away from it all.

Don't you want to get away?

Ángel is calling you.

Does this mean he woke up?

If he's awake, they're going to...

He'll talk and they will be here
in five minutes.

Okay,

I'm going to answer it.

And you'll speak.
But no nonsense, please.

Please.

You'll answer it

and you're going to verify

if he's awake, okay?

Please.

Please.

No, no! Don't answer it.

Don't answer it.

My phone is tapped.

Do you have another one?

Who's speaking?

"Raquel."

Raquel Murillo.

"Ángel woke up.

He didn't want us to call anyone
before he talked to you."

I'll put him on.

Raquel,

how are you?

"Don't worry,

come on."

Take it easy.

Come on, Raquel.

-How are you?
-"Me?"

So high I can't even feel my arse.

"Listen,"

I saw on the TV that you've...

you've been replaced in the investigation.

Yes.

Don't tell anyone I woke up, okay?

I need you to come see me first.

Okay.

Colonel, we've picked up a phone call
to Murillo's number.

But there was no communication.

Locate the call immediately.

Get the owner and the antenna.

Now.

You have to let me go talk to Ángel.

If I don't go, in 15 minutes
he'll tell the police where you are.

And I can stop him.

-It's your only chance...
-Please.

It's about your perfect plan
not falling apart.

Please, let me think.

There's nothing to think about.

Sergio.

I'm with you.

A minute ago you were screaming
and biting me like an animal.

Can I trust you?

Come.

Come closer.

Colonel,

We have the phone call made to Raquel.

It was made from Ángel's phone.

-What?
-Deputy Inspector Rubio.

Call the hospital and find out
if he woke up.

If so, send three men, quickly.

That bitch could show up there any minute.

Done.

Timers and cells set.

This will keep the police
busy for a while.

They'll have to deactivate them
one by one.

What's your plan tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'm going to be sailing
on a cargo ship.

Sunbathing with my titties out.

With your titties out?

To avoid tan lines.

So you'll be there with your titties out

with all those lonely sailors

who haven't seen a woman in three months?

You think I can't defend myself?

Or do you want
to defend me from the peeping Toms?

It's not that.

That journey will be our last one.

And I don't know what
you're going to do at the end.

I don't know if you'll take off
on a jet ski with guns blazing

or what you're going to do.

So I want you to stay put.

With me.

In my cabin.

-Hey.

We just hit a brick wall.

Hold this.

Make an opening in that wall.

It leads to the sewer.

That's where we'll exit through.

Move.

Here.

Did you see all those bombs?

Fuck.

Twenty years of my life.

Twenty years.

Jesus,

give me the sledgehammer.

-"We're 200 metres from the outlet.
Estimated time, six minutes.

Let's go."

-"Copy that.
We'll report any seismic movement."

Berlin,

stop the chain right now.

Nairobi, we're leaving.

-There's still money left to pack.
-We've got excess baggage. People,

it's been a pleasure robbing you,

but it's time to enjoy
a well-deserved vacation.

"Doctor Sanchez requested in room seven."

Raquel.

-How are you doing?
-Well, here I am.

I'm glad you pulled through.

I think I owe you an apology.

You don't need to apologise.

Although you did call me a schmuck
and a clown.

It's the most humiliating thing
I've been called in my damn life.

I haven't been able
to rest peacefully in the coma.

I'm really sorry.

Why did they discharge you from the case?

Because they think I'm with the robbers.

And are you?

No.

But you had a relationship
with that guy.

Yes.

And are you in love with him?

I'll give you the hangar's location.

It's where he controls the operation from.

In case you want to clear your reputation,

solve the case and beat them.

I know where the hangar is.

But I won't tell them.

Why not?

Because I don't know who the good guys

or bad guys are anymore.

-Don't move!
-Hands up!

Put your hands up.

-López.

Arenas.

Gómez.

Ángel...

There will be laws on our island,
you know?

We'll have to be nudist.

Except me, I can wear a loincloth.

Go set explosives in the warehouse,
will you?

Tokyo!

-Move!

-"Move!"

My gun!

Take this one, damn it!

What the fuck do we do?

Fucking riot shields!

We must shoot at their feet!

Cover me!

Sons of bitches!

Lobo, damage report!

-They've hit several agents, sir!

I'll cover you!

Evacuate the wounded!

Evacuate the wounded and go on!

If we get out
I'll put down my weapon.

I swear.

-You mean it?

-Not even an air rifle at the fair.

-"Come on, get them!"

Besides,

we have to get things for our island,
right?

Curtains,

couches...

Our island?

Sons of bitches!

-Go, go, go, give them hell!

-Fuck!
-Lobo, now!

They're coming! Let's go!

-Fuck!
-Let's go!

Let's go!

Go!

-Go, go, go.

Fuck!

-Move!
-Let's go.

-Hold your ground.
-We have to reach that door!

-Hold your fire! Don't shoot!

-Anibal.
-What?

-Stay covered.

Give me your badge.

The engagement badge?

-Now!

-Hold your ground!

-Hold your ground!

-I love you!
-I love you!

Here I go!

Now!

Tokyo!

Tokyo!

Tokyo!

-Tokyo.
-You're under arrest!

-Don't move!

-Rio!
-Don't move!

-Rio.
-No, don't shoot!

-Move away from her!

-Hands up!
-Rio, get down!

Shit!

Shit!

Run, run!

Lobo, Ruiz! Are you holding up?

Ruiz, fuck!

Evacuate Ruiz!

Rio!

-Denver!
-What?

Go get the Browning.
Meet us in the vault!

Okay.

-Go!
-Let's move!

-We're under attack!

Get in formation and move!
Let's get them!

-Yes, sir.

I'll put him on.

The CNI has taken over.

It's Colonel Prieto.

Ángel, how are you?

-Well, I've seen better days, to be honest.

-"Hey, I'm curious,"

why did you call Inspector Murillo first?

-Because we're friends.

-Don't screw with me.

"Why did she come to see you?"

-She came because we're friends.

She humiliated you
in front of the team,

almost ended your career
and your life.

So drop this fucking friendship bullshit.

"I'll repeat the question, Ángel."

Why did you call Inspector Murillo?

Because she's my friend.

You were at the hideout
of the Professor.

"I know you took a teaspoon

and turned it over
to forensics for analysis."

Give us the address.

I don't remember anything.

-I don't remember a fucking thing.
-Right.

You know that hiding information
is an offence of concealment.

"You may end up sharing a cell
with the robbers,"

or with your friend.

"Give us the address."

Prieto...

you sure know how to treat a guy
who just came out of a coma.

Let's go! Nobody stays behind!

Let's go!

Everyone put your masks on!

-They're inside.
-Take the Browning to vault three!

Denver's on it.

What about the hostages?

-We hand them over.
-Everyone mix!

Mix, scramble and on your knees!

Let's go!

Well, not everyone.

Ariadna is coming with me.

Let's go, Helsinki!

They're in the museum.

Hands up where I can see them.
All of you, hands up!

-Don't shoot.
-Don't shoot, we're hostages!

Everyone, masks off!

They're hostages.

They're hostages, get them out. Now!

Prepare for rescue protocol.

-We're freeing hostages.
- Suárez,

we're sticking to the plan.

Go to the basement.

We must get them out
through the tunnel.

You, with them. The rest with me,
to the basement. Let's go!

We've got Parker.

Get me the ambassador.

-Do a headcount
and identity check of the hostages.

-"Colonel, we're making
our way down the sewer."

-Move.

What the hell is that?

Call in the TEDAX unit.

The basement is full of explosives.

-Motherfuckers.

Can you defuse it?

-Yes, but I'll need time, sir.

"The detonator could be
close to the RDX.

There may be tripwires."

We are detecting
movement in the tunnel, sir.

-"Closing in on the target."

-"They're on the other side of the wall."
-Five of the robbers.

Wait.

There are six of them.

It's them.

They're about to exit the hole
into the sewer.

-Underground agents ready.

-They're closing in on you.
-"Copy that."

-We've got you, motherfuckers.

-In six seconds,

five,

four,

three,

two,

one.

-"Don't move.

Hold your ground."

Hold it.

Hands up!

-Get down!
-Don't shoot!

-Don't shoot!
-Turn off the light!

Don't shoot!

I'm Arturo Roman!

-They're hostages, hold your fire!

-Confirmed, they are hostages.

-No!

I may not have always
been able to read women.

Maybe because of my ego.
But with you it's different.

I know exactly what you feel.

I know that even without money,

you'd come with me anywhere
because you're madly in love.

-Isn't that right?
-Yes, of course.

That's why I want you to know
that I love you too.

-Berlin, hurry!

And the little time we have left

is going to be like fireworks.

A wonderful toy.

Wonderful toy, Helsinki!

Nairobi, how's that going?

The trench is in place,
just the last batch of money left.

Helsinki!

Let's go!

-Let's go, hurry.

Colonel,

they have another tunnel.

What?

-They're taking the money to the vault.

We saw them.

-They made a hole in the ground
and they'll take it out through there.

-Come here.

There are four vaults,
two on each side of the corridor.

Can you tell me which one it is,
or point it out on the map?

-Vault number three.

Are you sure, Alison?

-Yes.

Suárez.

Do you copy?

-"Copy, sir."
-Change of plans.

Vault 3. Top priority.

"Repeat, top priority.
That's where their tunnel is."

-Roger that, Colonel.

To vault 3! Go, go, go!

Do you know
where that tunnel leads?

They don't know, but I do.

To the hangar
where the fucking Professor works.

That's their escape route.

Bring in Inspector Murillo, now!

-Gómez, get Inspector Murillo here,
immediately!

Will you get your son when you get out?

No.

Not for now.

I'm out of a plan.

We can share a flat.

Helsinki.

Let's get out of here. Now!

-They're in the basement.
-Let's go!

Get out now.

-What about Denver?
-On his way to the hangar. Get out!

That's an order.

Berlin!

Let's go!

They're coming down the stairs.
They're almost there.

Okay, copy that.

They know where we are.

Get out of here.

-It's now or never.
-Helsinki, take Nairobi.

-I'll hold the fort.
-What do you mean?

I said go!

If they enter the tunnel, we're all dead!

What are you doing?

Someone has to stay in the trench.

-No.
-Yes, they're hot on our heels!

-Well, we're all leaving together!
-Nairobi,

You said I was sexist, right?

Well then, women and queers first.

-Let's go.
-I hate you!

Come on!

-I hate you!
-Come on!

Come on.
Everyone at their stations.

-Wait!

-Hey.

Where are you going, honey?

We had agreed that we
would stay together to the end.

-No!

Berlin, please.

No! Let me out!

Let me out, damn it!

-Stay still!
-Fuck you, bastard!

Bastard!

You son of a bitch!

You and I are the resistance.

You're a sorry sight.

Where's the hangar?

I don't know.

Not only do you know,

but you know
that I know you know,

so let's spare ourselves this part.

Heavy fire, take cover!

-We must go back.

-No, Nairobi. No.

There's no time. Let's go.

Ariadna, load it!

Load it!

Now!

Load it, come on!

This is a lawsuit for legal custody.

And it was presented
by the hero of the case,

the officer who identified
the leader of the operation.

Your ex-husband.

Hang in there!

-Load!
-Now!

We're Romeo and Juliet!

We're Bonnie and Clyde!

We're

the Lovers of Teruel!

He requests full custody
of your daughter.

And if a judge finds you guilty
of the charges held against you,

it will be automatically granted.

And if he is indeed
the abuser you say he is,

your daughter will be in trouble.

Load!

Now!

You son of a bitch, motherfucker,

fucking bastard.

Intelligence can drop all charges.

I'm Intelligence. But don't ask
for more guarantees than my word

because the offer disappears
if the kidnappers get away.

And that could happen in a few minutes.

-Let's go.

-So choose,

your daughter

or a guy you didn't know just last week.

Lobo, we can't contain that machine gun!

We have to take it out!

Hand grenade!

-Load!

-Now!

Take cover!

-Look out, let's go!

Come on, take cover! Go!

Take cover!

You're here.

You're finally here.

Where's Berlin?

He stayed inside.

-What do you mean?
-The GEO's were on us

and he was determined to cover the tunnel.

-He saved our lives.

-Clear. Formation!

-Surprise!

-It's him, get down!

You don't have much time left.

Not only will you lose your daughter,

you'll be throwing your life away.

Give me that address.

Give me that address!

Alcántara, 33.

Alcántara, 33! Everyone over there!

Andrés!

Andrés!

Professor?

-Fire!

I'm a little busy now!

Enter the tunnel.

Negative!

Andrés,

we're going to blow the tunnel.
Get out.

They're closing in, it's too late.

-Move forward!

Leave now!

I'm not leaving without you,
you know that.

Clip!

-Move forward!

Old age isn't for me.

Imagine me drooling
or losing sphincter control?

No.

That takes courage. I prefer this.

Get out, please.

Sergio!

"Don't give me that."

You promised to not stick around
if things got ugly, and they did.

Helsinki,

blow the tunnel.

No, no.

-Get down!

Helsinki, it's an order.
Soldier, blow it!

-No. Don't do it!

Helsinki, it's an order.
Soldier, blow the tunnel!

-Professor...
-No, Helsinki!

I love you, little brother.
Don't forget it.

-Professor!

Helsinki!

-Andrés!

-Andrés, please!

I've spent my life being
a bit of an asshole, but today...

I think I feel like dying with dignity.

-No!

-Let's go, give him hell!

-Professor.

Clear!

Fonollosa is down.

I repeat, Fonollosa is down.

Professor,

listen.

We must keep going.

We must keep going.

We must keep going.

-"Colonel, units heading to Alcántara, 33.

300 metres from the target."

Change your clothes.

-"Turning onto Alcántara street.

We've reached the target."

"We're inside the hangar."

-"Search the area.
Velero and Sanz to the left. Rivero, with me."

-"Velero?"

-"It's clear."

-"Sanz?"
-"It's clear."

-"Ribero?"
-"Clear!"

"Confirmed, Colonel.

There's no-one here.

The hangar is empty."

WEDNESDAY 6:28 PM

128 HOURS

END OF THE HEIST

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Professor!

Professor!

365 DAYS AFTER THE HEIST

"It's been one year since the heist
at the Fábrica Nacional de Moneda y Timbre.

Considered the greatest robbery
of all time,

it remains unsolved."

"The whereabouts of the robbers,
who got away with

over one billion euros,
remain unknown.

Although the authorities
condemned the heist,

the public regard
their actions as a legitimate

protest against
the established order,

and has generated popular
discussion on social media."

"The most well-known case

was that of former Chief Police Inspector

Raquel Murillo, who left the force after
controversial statements to the media,

in which she disapproved

of the way the National Intelligence
handled the crisis."

"Let's leave.

Let's take off to some country
in the Caribbean."

"It's just that,

it's so crazy that...

I can't see myself
doing anything else.

Pick one."

"Palawan."

-If it's important,

you can use mine.