La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Errar al disparar - full transcript
Police grab an image of the face of one of the robbers. Raquel is suspicious of the gentleman she meets at a bar.
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Great, now she's collapsed.
This is inhumane.
They're going to kill me...
and then they'll kill you.
You'll be dead, regardless.
SATURDAY
12:30 PM
For fuck's sake....
For fuck's sake, man.
Come on, man.
-On your knees.
-No.
Please, don't kill me.
Don't look at me.
Don't look at me.
-Please, don't.
-Don't fucking look at me.
Don't fucking look at me.
Paula?
Paula, honey! Where are you?
Where are you, Paula?
Paula, honey!
Paula...
-I don't live in Almazán any more.
I live in Madrid.
The bus that goes downtown is number 21.
I've got two daughters.
The keys are in a drawer in the hall.
I live with Raquel and Paula.
My brother is sick.
The keys are...
I've got two daughters.
Paula always gets her own way.
There's a restraining order
on Paula's father.
Never let Paula go with her father."
Thank you.
Shut up, shut up.
-Thank you.
-Shut up.
Thank you. Tell them you killed me
and got rid of the body.
-I'll hide.
-Where the fuck are you going to hide?
-Where?
-In vault 2.
I've got the fingerprint. Nobody will get
in. Tell them you killed me.
-Tell them.
-There's not a single drop of blood.
-There's not a single drop of blood.
-Shoot me here, come on.
-Shoot me in the hand.
-Don't talk nonsense.
-Shoot me.
-For fuck's sake!
Shoot me in the shoulder.
The shoulder is close to the lung.
I'm not doing it.
In my thigh then, it bleeds a lot.
I've seen it.
My brother got hurt with an iron
and he bled a lot. Come on. Come.
Bite my hand if you want.
What the fuck was that?
26 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
-Nairobi, take control.
-What?
What happened?
Calm down, Jesus!
Calm down. Have some fucking strength,
or you won't get out alive, okay?
You have to show some balls.
Two shots...
Have you got bad aim
or do blondes make you nervous?
-When she grabs your knee
and begs you not to kill her,
it's not easy.
Why didn't you kill her?
You're a fucking bastard.
You don't want to stain your hands
with blood, but you stain mine.
-If you ever touch me again, you're dead.
There's a coal boiler in the basement.
Put her inside.
Later you'll clean all this.
Hello?
Professor, the one hour term
I gave you has finished.
I need to know
if you're going to surrender.
When you were a child,
what games did you play in the playground?
With... the jump rope,
-"hitting the can, the donkey...."
-Hmm.
I played ladybirds too.
I was very good at that.
"I played cops and robbers."
Ring any bells?
Some of us played cops
and had to catch the others
and when they got you, they got you,
but I don't remember a single child
in that playground who surrendered
before he was caught.
Children in the school playground
do not risk going to prison
for 8 or 16 years.
You're right. You're absolutely right.
That's why I asked my mates.
"We voted, and you know what?"
We're enthusiasts.
Finally we've decided
to go for the zero years in prison.
"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer right now.
If it's something urgent,
leave a message after the beep."
A lot of people are suffering.
What do you plan to do?
Take paper and a pen.
"I need a lorry"
a 3-axle one,
with a trailer for 18 tonnes,
two more tankers,
with propane gas to escort it
and the ship Malaika with flag
from Saint Vincent and the Grenadines.
Ring any bells?
It's the one seized nine months ago
with 2,800 kilos of cocaine.
It's docked at Ferrol's military port.
It won't be easy to get
the green light for your requests,
due to... logistic issues,
safety issues....
Imagine this:
a building collapses
and there are 67 people inside.
How many arrangements do you think
they would approve to save
the lives of those innocent people?
Inspector, let's be clear.
You only have two choices.
One: to punish us. Two: to save lives.
And I'm afraid
you can't choose both things.
"You have a new message.
Mum, I've just finished. I'm on my way.
To call back, press 1."
I'm going to promise you one thing.
If you avoid being heavy-handed,
I'll give you those 67 hostages
in perfect health,
when we are in international waters.
And I assure that's not
the first choice I had.
I hate the sea, the fish
and the sand on the beach.
"But life don't always give you
an easy way out, don't you think?"
"I got a message from my daughter
this morning, from this number.
I don't... I'm Raquel Murillo's mother.
And I can't locate her.
Excuse me, you don't
have a mobile charger, do you?
-Would you like to use mine?
-Thanks.
Please, do you know where she is?
It's urgent."
We're bringing that lorry
to get them out of that mouse trap.
It'll be easier for us in the open field.
Let's get the vehicles ready
with narcotic gas.
-They're not coming out.
-How do you know?
They opened that vault,
but they didn't want the money.
They waited for the police.
They shot.
"They dropped two bags,
coincidentally open,
dispersing the notes in the street."
-So?
-They wanted to pretend they were trapped
to win two days of negotiation.
But they're inside on purpose.
With a Browning machine gun,
red overalls, masks and everything.
They triggered the alarm
two hours after they had come in.
"Once they had opened the safe vault."
They used the money as the excuse for
a common robbery, but it wasn't casual.
They came in
when the ambassador's daughter was there.
"That's why that man
speaks without hesitation.
He's in control, because he knows
everything goes according to plan.
What plan is better than going out
with eight million from the safe vault?
They're printing their own unmarked money.
-You can't come in.
-I've got a phone call
for inspector Murillo, Raquel Murillo.
-Fine.
-It's urgent and private.
-It's urgent.
-Go ahead.
-Thanks.
-Stretch your arms.
Come with me.
-An incoming call in the repeater.
-Record it. Now.
It's recording.
"A civilian is going towards
the command post, he's with Almansa.
He wants to see the inspector,
a private and urgent matter."
Excuse me, inspector, but I've got
your mother on the phone.
I guess you phoned her from my phone.
Excuse me.
I think it has to do with your daughter.
-Hello?
-"Darling."
-Mum, what's up?
-Stop recording.
-"Paula has left with her father."
-What?
-"He told me it'd only be a while."
-Mum, what did you do?
-"They haven't come back yet."
-Alberto has a restraining order.
He can only see Paula every 15 days
and he can't enter the house.
-"I know, darling."
-Stop recording, damn it!
-We can't.
-Then turn down the volume!
"I couldn't..."
Mum, mum.
-How long ago did they leave?
-"Two hours, I think."
Okay, wait for me there.
-What a mess have you got here, huh?
-Almansa, take him out, please.
"Hidden behind a metallic voice
with his cameras and his
negotiating strategy,
the Professor was in his element."
At the everything else in life
he was completely useless.
With very different personas
like Clark Kent and Superman.
Perhaps because he had spent
his childhood and youth
lying on a bed at San Juan de Dios
hospital of San Sebastián
only talking to senior nurses
and reading books.
He was neither an ordinary
nor a very sociable fellow.
And not the least a seducer."
Can I sit down?
Yes, sure.
"So I loved making him feel nervous."
So, when you're not planning a heist,
what do you do?
You mean in my spare time,
something like that?
Do you go dancing or...?
No, no, not at all. I don't have
the slightest sense of rhythm.
Have you got a girlfriend?
Married?
We agreed on no personal information.
You're not a virgin, are you?
I've been in some relationships.
Several.
Not too many and they didn't last long,
but I've had a few.
Relationships... I mean...
sporadic relations.
Don't get me wrong, when I say sporadic,
I don't mean with prostitutes.
Well, I don't know, you may be gay.
For God's sake... No.
No, that's not it.
I'm not inside any closet
or anything of that sort.
People find a lot of things sexy.
Dancing, muscles, fair hair,
a French accent...
Do you know what I find sexy?
Intelligence.
Men who speak to you
and you can't help admiring them.
It doesn't matter whether they are tall,
short, ugly, good-looking...
It turns me on that they talk to me
about things I don't know.
Well, it's a peculiarity,
it's registered in dictionaries,
it's called sapiophilia.
You know everything, don't you?
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to take care of the launch.
One thing.
How did you come up
with the idea of this heist?
It wasn't me who had the idea.
And who did?
It wasn't me.
That sapiophilia thing
sounds to me like fucking a toad.
-It's this one here, right?
-Stop here.
Careful, careful, careful.
-What are you waiting for?
-I have blood on my finger.
Does this door have delayed opening
like the other one?
No.
-Okay.
-Let's go.
The shots you heard were caused
by a situation with the police.
It was caused by a hostage
who didn't follow my rules
and tried to make contact...
using this phone.
And I wonder...
If I have Miss Gaztambide's phone...
Whose is this one?
Is this tune familiar to any of you?
What has happened?
What are you doing?
We've all heard the shots.
I've asked you what the hell has happened.
Not here.
We agreed there'd be no victims.
She had a phone. What should
I have done, give her some lashes?
Scare her, not kill her.
Cut her an ear, like in the movies.
If she had given information to the police
about our numbers and location,
you'd be the one who'd been shot by now.
But you'd keep your ear.
Who shot her?
Denver.
Too much hot blood.
The Professor said
we wouldn't spill blood,
-those were the rules.
-Well, there has just been a change
concerning hostage control.
Understood?
Calm down, the public opinion is on
our side and that's not going to change.
When they notice there's
a hostage missing, we won't be here.
We'll be far away.
Does the Professor know that? Huh?
Does the Professor know you've broken
the first fucking rule of the plan?
Are you telling me about the rules?
You, who because of your affair
with this idiot almost killed an officer?
We must call the Professor and tell him.
Boy.
Call him, Rio.
He doesn't answer.
You can't oversee and control everything
24 hours a day.
You must eat, sleep, go to the toilet.
That's why I'm in charge here.
We'll only get out of here
if we're professional.
Can you tell me
what the heck is going on here?
I could hear you from the outside.
Berlin has ordered
the execution of a hostage.
Who did it?
Your son.
"A thief is, by definition,
an inveterate optimist.
They always think
everything will be all right,
but the first who realised was Moscow.
He was one of those men who are honest,
who give confidence, take care of you
and tell bad jokes.
I felt tenderness towards him."
What are you listening to?
Great music.
Do you know how music was invented?
-No.
-On a train.
There was a father and his son,
whose name was Patxi.
The boy was very worried
to know if the train
would stop at their village or not.
Besides, the child was a real pest.
And he kept on saying:
"Will it stop, Dad?"
And his father: "It will, Patxi."
"Will it stop, Dad?" "It will, Patxi."
And what about Denver and you?
Relatives and artistic duo in robberies?
Yes, just like the Sacapuntas Duo,
but with burglaries.
"That afternoon Moscow told me
how he had dragged his son
to that crazy robbery."
My son shouldn't be here.
But when the Professor
told me about the plan,
I dragged him with me.
Hey!
There.
Give me a hug, damn it.
You really like the food in prison, right?
-Don't touch me, they're gases.
-Gases, sure.
And the saturated fats
they give us to eat there.
-Right.
-Give me a cigarette, come on.
I've got it ready. Here.
How are you? How's your life?
Fine. Here I am.
-What's the matter?
-What do you mean?
-I'm excited to see you, Dad.
-Don't try to fool me.
It's the sixth time you come to pick me up
and you've never looked that way.
What the fuck is up?
I've fucked up.
What the hell did you do?
He had lost 800 pills.
Of someone called Pole,
a shitty dealer from Alcorcón.
It seems they had been stolen
from his car.
And he's got a boss.
That motherfucker is a lunatic.
And they'll break your nasal septum,
they'll break your leg...
So everybody knows
you stole drugs from the wrong guy.
Dad, the deadline is up
and I haven't got the dough.
I swear to God I haven't got it,
they stole it from my car,
I didn't sell it or anything. I didn't
take those pills, drugs make me ill.
-The bastard...
says he doesn't have a way out.
The thing is that...
I could have reacted with anger or disgust
but it's just a kid who got burned,
you know?
And he's got a heart... this big.
So, to avoid his meniscus being broken
by a baseball bat, you said:
"Let's get him printing notes."
He's already done a bunch of small jobs:
fur shops, savings banks, vans...
And now... it's time for a big one.
If everything goes well,
I'm taking my son to a country
whose name we can't even pronounce.
Without angry Poles, without pending cases,
to start from scratch.
But of course, with mojitos and beaches.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Boy, don't you see I'm washing the floor?
-I left my study notes.
-You left your notes... Come on, beat it.
-Don't be a pest, let me do it.
-Will you...?
-Dad, I have to study,
-I left my notes. I'm coming.
-Beat it, come on. Come on.
Come on, get out of here. Jeez.
Moscow!
Stop.
For the last time,
go back to your position.
What are you going to do?
Shoot me?
And then who?
Everyone?
Are you staying alone in this mouse trap?
Son.
Have you killed that woman?
Dad.
Nothing.
-I can't breathe.
-Dad.
Dad, what's up? What's up?
Dad, is it a heart attack?
Are you having a heart attack?
Dad, no, no.
It's an anxiety attack.
Lie him down. Lie him down.
-Dad, Dad.
-That's it.
"Lying on that floor splattered with blood,
Moscow knew there'd be no fancy cocktails
or any country they couldn't pronounce.
He hadn't taken Denver there
to save him from something,
but to drop him in a hole
from which he'd only get out arrested
or with a bullet in his chest."
This situation is going to take a while,
but it's not the first
nor the last time. Everyone agree?
We're all tired, but
but we each have to dig in deep.
-Attention, there's an incoming signal.
-Attention, everyone at their posts.
We've picked up a signal.
-It's a mobile. The signal is coming from
inside the building.
-Whose number is that?
-Mercedes Colmenar,
a professor at Brighton College.
-Get the phone's camera.
-Accessing the selfie camera.
-Black. They've blocked it.
-Go to the main camera.
-Also blind.
They're sending a video.
Who is the recipient? Come on.
I'm downloading it to
the central display.
-"Hello, love of my life. How are you?".
-It's being sent to
the professor's boyfriend.
And another recipient.
-They're manipulating
public opinion.
-It's being sent to the press at Onda Cero.
-"I'm recording a video and...
just to tell you
we're fine."
-Yes, yes, I see it.
-"That... nothing, I'm...".
-Contact
the team at Onda Cero.
We've got to prevent
the video being broadcast.
-"Really, the children
are taking it all in their stride."
-Okay.
-What did you say her name was?
-Mercedes Colmenar.
-"And you, Aitor".
-Mercedes Colmenar.
"Look,
I know I have spent many nights
marking exams
and talking to you about...
I don't know, wayward children...
...instead of us.
So I promise
that when I leave here
I will not bring work home.
And I'm gonna be... you know.
Crazy things. Like in Salamanca,
remember?
Wait for me, okay?
This will be over soon, you'll see.
I swear".
"The shooting by Denver
had broken
the fragile balance of the hostages.
The teacher had understood
they were in a kidnapping
that left its dead by the roadside.
And despite Nairobi's
many efforts to lighten the
gloomy atmosphere,
fear fell under its own weight.
And among the fearful,
a quiet man contemplated his faults,
suspecting that the shots he had heard
were for his pregnant lover."
The shot we've heard before...
Is anyone hurt?
Calm down, okay?
Nobody was hurt. Okay?
We only shot to dissuade
an intervention. That's all.
That's all you heard.
Stop imagining things
about those shots, okay?
These people are robbers,
they're not Jihadis or anything like that.
Let's talk about how we feel.
-I hear your name's Rio.
I also heard from your partner
that the police have a picture of you
and it's my fault.
I wanted to apologise.
I, when I turned on the phone, I didn't...
I didn't mean to give you away.
And I didn't realise
how dangerous it was
nor how foolish it was.
The boob thing, I mean.
-Well, according to the boob, right?
-No, but seriously... thank you.
But I knew the risks
I'd taken on by coming to rob this place.
It's what you expect in this world, right?
You know that if you get caught,
you could face jail.
Or worse yet, a bullet.
The bell's just sounded for recess
and I didn't hear it, hey.
Put the rice away.
-Mum.
-Honey, I'm sorry.
"It's called a rollercoaster...
"Well, what's the other one,
where you get wet?"
-"The spinning boats."
-"Oh, yes, the boats."
Your mother's here.
Mummy! We've been
at the amusement park. It's so cool.
Of course, honey.
Mum, can I go upstairs
and put the teddy bear in my room?
-Sure, honey.
-Come here, love.
I've only taken her to the amusement park.
You've violated
a restraining order.
Turn around and stand against the wall.
-Raquel, I'm her father.
You can't keep me away from Paula.
-You've violated a restraining order.
Turn around and stand against the wall.
You've already screwed up my life.
Isn't that enough?
-I said stand...!
-What are you doing?
Really?
You're going to point your gun at me?
Hello?
"Raquel, it's Salva.
I'm calling from the caféteria.
Look, this is urgent,
you took my phone away with you...
Raquel?"
Hello.
I'm sorry. I'm a mess.
No, really, don't worry.
I don't think I have any calls.
Let me see.
Look, not even a single WhatsApp. See?
I don't...
Excuse me,
it's not my business at all, but...
is everything okay
with your daughter?
I stole your phone,
I frisked you, I almost arrested you,
but you're still worried about me?
Well, you took the phone accidentally.
It was due to the pressure.
And the frisk was... Well, it was funny.
What can I say? It was exciting.
"The recorder. Where's the recorder?"
-My arm was here...
-I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry.
-Antonio was petrified.
But at least my drinks were on the house.
So we're at peace now.
-Everything's fine, thank you.
-Fine.
Oh... Can I ask for your phone
for just a moment? By...
Seriously?
Yes.
Clear. You're not going to frisk me?
No no.
Really?
Really. Really.
-"Yes?".
Ángel, it's Raquel.
I'm here in the caféteria.
Everything okay there?
"Have I got time
to eat a sandwich?".
We've accessed several phones.
-How? I'm on my way.
-"No, no, don't come, don't come".
-Vegetable.
-"They've only sent some videos
to hostage relatives".
Wine?
"They've also
leaked them to the media".
-Fuck.
Have you hacked the phones?
-Nothing. They have covered the cameras.
-Well, if anything happens,
I'm here at the caféteria. I...
Or call me on this number.
Yes, yes.
I left my phone in the tent.
-"Understood".
Hey, do me a favour, eat something
other than a sandwich, okay?
-"Okay.
-Come on".
-Thank you.
Nothing.
All good?
All good.
Good. I'm glad. In the end
we worry about many things
that we shouldn't give so much importance
to. In the end...
Well, actually...
nothing's fine.
Everything... everything is quite bad.
Awful.
Fucking awful, I'd say.
Excuse me, but... I...
No, the emergency was...
my ex-husband had taken my daughter and...
Well, he's got a restraining order
for ill-treatment.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Dad. Dad.
How are you feeling?
I'm cold.
-Cold?
-Yes.
-Bring a blanket.
-Yes.
-And some sugar, whatever.
-Come on, Helsinki, go get some sugar.
You're like a built-in wardrobe.
Don't know what happened to me.
It's because I spent the whole morning...
digging the tunnel.
And all I ate was
one of those shitty sandwiches.
-Now rest, Dad. Rest.
You know what would do you good now?
A good stew, one of those you like.
-With chickpeas and pork.
-Here. The blanket, come on.
-Good. Relax, Moscow.
-Thanks.
-Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
-Now relax, all right?
What are you doing here, Dad? God!
I woke up at 4:00 A.M.
and you weren't in bed.
Nothing, jeez, I couldn't sleep
and I went out to look at the sky.
The sky...
The sky is huge, right?
Where does it all end?
-What's up?
-Nothing.
-Do you know why I left mining?
-Of course I do.
Due to that shit
that was eating your lungs.
-The "syphilis."
-The "syphilis", right?
-What's up?
-You're such a fucking brute.
-Silicosis.
-That's what I said.
But it wasn't that.
I left because
I suffered from claustrophobia.
-You?
-Yes.
I couldn't stand being in that hole.
So I started with robberies
to make a living.
And I ended up in prison.
Locked up, like my whole fucking life.
-Are you okay, Dad? You sound strange.
Not strange.
I'm motherfucking great,
here, in the countryside,
in the open air.
I... I wasn't born
to be over a barrel.
-We're motherfucking great, Dad.
-Yes.
-And we'll be even better
when we leave this place.
You know one thing?
Fuck the Maserati and they gyms.
You know what we're going
to do with our millions?
We're going to buy an island.
So you can sleep in the open
among the palm trees.
In a hut. One hut for you, another for me.
-Yes.
-No sleeping together like here,
-because you snore too much.
-What are you saying? I don't snore, kid.
Dad, you snore like crazy, believe me.
-Do I snore?
-You snore a lot.
-I don't snore.
-You sound like a trombone, Dad.
Put it in.
One second, okay?
There.
Let him rest.
Finish cleaning the toilet.
And then swap your position with Helsinki
and watch the hostages.
I brought you some things to treat you.
-Does it hurt a lot?
-A bit.
Let's apply the tourniquet better, okay?
-Okay.
-Let's see.
Let's see.
I think we should take out...
-Yes.
-Okay.
Shall I help you?
Slowly.
Come on, almost there.
Okay, okay.
Jeez!
Okay, okay.
Careful, careful.
Okay, that's it.
Oh, my God.
Guys, you shouldn't be speaking
with the kidnappers at all.
Is that clear?
As we said that are not jihadis,
but you have to understand
that they're under a
great deal of stress.
Alison. Alison, please,
I'm talking about you.
I don't want you to talk to
any kidnappers. Is that clear?
-I just wanted to apologise. I think
it's my fault they've been identified.
They recorded through my phone.
Because I wanted
to get on the internet.
You turned on your phone
to get on the internet?
-I wanted to delete a photo...
-Shut up, already?
No, no, let's talk.
Let's see, tell me,
what about this picture?
-Pablo took one of me.
He tricked me
into taking a nude picture.
And uploaded it to my profile.
-Pablo, I think
what have you done
is in bad taste
and I think you should apologise
in front of all your peers.
-I just took a photo.
I don't care. Is everyone crazy?
-It doesn't matter that we're here
or anywhere else.
What I will not allow
is disrespect, okay?
Disrespect of neither you or I.
So make amends with
your classmate.
-What?
-Apologise to her.
-It was meant to be a joke.
For a couple of seconds.
Until you erased the picture.
But then they came in
and fucked everything up.
I'm sorry, Alison.
But it wasn't my idea alone, you know?
-Sorry.
I'm sorry.
It kind of got
out of hand.
-Sorry.
-Sorry.
-Me too, really.
It just got out of hand.
-Sorry. Please forgive me.
I think we should take
the bullet out, you know?
No, no, no.
No, there are muscles, bones and all that.
-You'll make a mess.
-I'll do it carefully.
-How are you taking it out?
-I take it out and...
-You can't take it out with that.
-It's better out than inside.
No. Some people have bullets
in them and they're okay.
I've seen it on TV.
And pieces of glass... It's alright.
-Okay, okay, okay.
-Leave it there.
We'll cover the bleeding
and see how you progress, okay?
-Yes.
-Calm down.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Fine.
Just like when we were kids
and played that Operation game...
Okay.
I brought loads of antibiotics.
Painkillers, muscle relaxants...
Everything.
Won't that be bad?
I hope it doesn't have contraindications.
Well, it can't have
more contraindications than a bullet.
I was thinking of the baby.
You're right.
Okay, okay.
I'll read the pamphlet
and see what we can do, okay?
Let me see.
"Read this pamphlet carefully
before you start taking the medicine.
Keep this pamphlet,
because you might need to read it again.
If you have doubts,
ask your doctor or pharmacist.
This medicine has been prescribed and...
Okay.
No.
Hey. Have you got any more noodles?
No noodles. I have some rice, though.
That's alright.
Moscow.
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
Moscow, what are you doing? Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
Tokyo, what's up?
-I don't know.
-Don't open the doors!
-Moscow!
-They're opening the doors.
-Get ready.
-Come on, come on!
-Get in position.
-Don't move!
-Snipers.
-"Alpha 1 positioned.
-Alpha 2 positioned.
Alpha 3 positioned."
On the floor! Everybody!
On the floor! Now!
I have a shot.
-In three, two, one.
-Dad!
-Cover your face! Cover your face!
-Let me out.
-They're not wearing masks.
-"They're wrestling."
-No, Dad.
-I have to get out.
-Record it.
-"I can't see their faces."
-I have to get out.
-Out? Why?
"Sir, I have a shot."
It's my fault. You shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't have killed anyone.
-"Waiting for the order.
-Have I got the green light, sir?"
-Let me out.
-You want to turn yourself in
-so you can be the patsy.
-"We don't know if they're robbers.
Have I got the green light, sir?"
-Let me out.
-I didn't kill her.
-Let me out.
-I didn't kill her.
She's hidden.
"The doors are closing, sir.
Three seconds.
-Doors closed.
-Don't shoot."
Jesus!
-Let me out.
-We're getting out, Dad.
Outside, so you can breathe fresh air.
-I need some air.
-Yes.
I'm so sorry that you had gone through...
Through an experience so...
Well, if you need some kind of help,
I can give you...
A phone always at your disposal,
a bodyguard with glasses...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have joked
about something like that.
-I'm a jerk.
-No, don't worry.
I apologise.
But I see you and... And it doesn't fit.
It's not what I imagine
when I think about...
About what? A battered woman?
Because I've got a gun, right?
Listen,
the reality is that...
it doesn't start with a smack.
In that case,
nobody would be with a violent man.
It's the other way round.
You're...
You fall in love
with a charming and intelligent man...
who makes you feel
the centre of the universe.
And when he asks you
to change your profile picture
and use a picture of your daughter,
you think it's tender.
And when he tells you
not to wear a miniskirt to work,
you think: "I'm a woman who works
in a men's world,
he's actually protecting me."
And then one day... he raises his voice...
-You don't have to tell me.
-Yes, yes. I need this.
Look, it's like...
It's like going down steps
little by little.
Like in those horror films
where somebody goes down to the basement
and everybody thinks:
"Don't go downstairs. Don't do it."
But you do it.
That's where I got the first slap.
And then the second, and the third...
And finally I got the divorce.
Didn't you report him?
No. He was a police officer,
the most popular guy in the station,
and I just wanted him away from me.
I guess... I was ashamed
to sit down in front of my boss
and tell him about a year and a half
of humiliation and blows.
I've got a 9mm HK in my holster,
but... I really don't fucking know
how to take care of myself.
Don't say that.
But... the real drama
came some months later.
Because my sister fell in love with him.
They started going out, and travelling.
And then I reported him,
late and without evidence.
Because I didn't want my sister
to get into that hell.
Do you understand?
But, of course, I was seen as
the pathologically jealous woman
making a fake complaint.
"See? The inspector
didn't report him back then
but she does now he's with her sister."
But, Raquel, the police or the judges
must believe you,
it's impossible not to believe you.
Raquel, I understand
the emotions and the helplessness.
There must be someone who can help you.
-Someone. Who's going to help me?
-Me.
Sorry, I don't know
how I could help you, but...
Thanks.
Raquel.
-Raquel.
-Ángel.
There's movement in the building.
They opened the door for a few seconds
and there was a brawl.
-We think it was with a hostage.
-Let's go.
-He wasn't a hostage.
-Why do you say that?
Because, unless
they're Gandhi's disciples,
they'd never let a hostage get so far
without shooting him in the back.
One of them wanted to turn himself in.
-"Inspector Raquel Murillo?"
-Listen, I want you to know
this is not a threat,
but a personal favour
I'm asking of you, not as a robber.
I want you to put on the masks, the hoods
and to get out to the terraced roof
without any signals or silly things.
Only for 10 minutes, okay?
You go out, have some fresh air
and come back, all right?
What do you want, to distract the police?
The police is already distracted,
so leave them alone
and don't ruffle any feathers.
We're bait. They're using us as bait.
-What's that?
-They're throwing us to the wolves
and meanwhile
they'll escape using another door.
We're getting out due to humanity,
because one of our mates needs to breathe,
and I won't tell you again.
Don't move.
What fucking world are we living in?
Nobody's willing to do anything
for anybody, right?
One of us has an anxiety attack
and you only think that you're a bait.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing's gonna happen,
because I'm going out with you.
Why did he have an anxiety attack?
Due to shots. It was the shots, right?
It was the shots. Who did you kill?
Who did you kill?
Open your mouth, Arturo.
Open your fucking mouth, Arturo.
Open your mouth.
Now raise your left hand
if you're going to keep on fucking around.
If you're going to keep your mouth shut,
raise your right hand.
Good.
Denver, stop it, now.
Stop it.
Stop goofing around, please.
Who was that?
-Inside.
Either we agree to their requests
or we need to get in there,
this is all taking too long.
This is in newscasts around half the globe.
What guarantees are there
that we can get in
and get everyone out alive?
-A 90% chance.
If your daughter was in there,
would you go in then?
-No.
Look, they started all this
shooting at close range,
we can enter using gas or a full assault,
but expecting them to raise their hands
and surrender is unlikely.
-Yeah.
I will not give an order
threatening
the life of a child.
-I know.
-If I did, I'd need to go home
and take antidepressants
and take care of mine,
but I won't give up on this
so as long as I'm in charge
I'll do my best to avoid funerals.
Now, Dad.
Breathe some air.
You don't need to do this for me.
I remember when mum left,
you had trouble breathing,
you went out to the balcony
to try to do this every night.
So, it doesn't matter,
you're going out there,
breathe some fresh air
and when you're calm, we'll go back inside.
Everyone put your masks and hoods on.
Arturito, close to me.
Condor 3 here, calling central command.
Movement on the roof.
-Suárez, the snipers must be ready.
-"It's a big group."
-Everyone in position.
"Maximum attention, we have visuals.
They're moving."
-Dad, calm down.
-Okay.
Look, it's a motherfucking great day.
-Yes.
-It's very sunny, huh?
Breathe and relax.
"It's a big group.
They keep on walking on the roof.
They're moving
towards the edge of the roof."
-Hello?
-"What's going on?"
-Why are they on the roof?
-Moscow went out to have some fresh air
surrounded by hostages with fake guns.
As you know well,
I'd never have allowed such craziness,
but right now my partners are convincing me
-it's a good idea.
-"I don't want any more improvisation."
Keep me posted of everything.
-"They keep on walking.
They're reaching the edge."
If you don't start thinking
with a cool head,
forget about the millions, Acapulco
and the garden full of children,
because you'll screw all up.
You only have to do one thing:
be professionals.
Doesn't this seem professional to you?
-Precious.
-No, not precious.
A fucking note
better than the ones in the bank.
They can't even trace it. A work of art.
-And you know why?
-Enlighten me, Nairobi.
Because it's been made with care.
I'm a professional.
But I don't know what to do
when your father has the heebie-jeebies
in the middle of this mess.
Are you a robber before a son?
Huh, Berlin?
Before a human being?
For a shithead like you maybe yes,
but for me? I don't know.
-Didn't you kill that girl?
-No.
-Tell me the fucking truth.
-I didn't!
Berlin caught her with a phone,
ordered me to kill her
and I had to shoot her,
-I had no choice.
-You're talking about Mónica.
You're talking about Mónica.
-What have you done?
-What did you do to Mónica?
Get back in line.
This is not a courtesy call, Professor.
If you want me to be frank
and not hide information from you,
you should do the same.
Everybody has the right
to stretch their legs.
"Don't you think it's morale-boosting
to let the hostages get out to breathe?"
I assure it's not my intention
to torture or scare them.
"I only want
to return them safe and sound"
as soon as you give me what I requested.
That's all.
"I repeat, they're armed,
take operational cover.
Requesting instructions."
-What did you do?
-Go back to your place.
-Tell me where Mónica is.
-Go back.
-"Something's happening.
-Requesting instructions."
You killed Mónica, Jesus.
She was innocent.
-Condor 1 here. Targets in sight.
-"Requesting the green light."
-On your knees.
-What?
-She was pregnant.
-Fucking snipers.
Let them think we're hostages.
Put your hands on your head.
Don't play with me, stand up.
I'm talking to you.
-"Something's happening.
-They're bending down."
-They made them kneel to execute them.
-"I need a command."
There are snipers.
On your knees, there are snipers.
Everybody down.
Get back in line.
-"A lot of movement on the roof.
-Condor 3 here."
One Dalí is aiming
with his gun at another.
-"I can see it clearly.
-Requesting instructions, sir."
-I need authorization.
-"They're still on their knees, sir.
-Awaiting instructions."
-Give me the green light.
-They're running.
-I have a clean shot at the kidnapper.
-What the fuck are you doing?
-There are snipers, jeez.
-On your knees.
-"They're aiming."
-Give me the green light.
-"They're going to execute them.
-They're going to shoot.
-Request permission to fire."
Put down the gun!
"They're going to kill them."
Green light.
Condor 3, open fire.
-"Target's down, sir.
-Target's down.
Target's down.
We have visual."
-That's the manager of the building,
Arturo Román.
-Cease fire.
-Condor 3, cease fire.
All units, cease fire.
We've shot a hostage.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
Ah!
Where the hell is she?
-The bitch has escaped.
Alright!
They had it all planned out
except for this
and we must seize this opportunity.
Are you ready?
-Yes sir.
Come in.
Like tequila?
Listen up. Activate plan B.
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS
Great, now she's collapsed.
This is inhumane.
They're going to kill me...
and then they'll kill you.
You'll be dead, regardless.
SATURDAY
12:30 PM
For fuck's sake....
For fuck's sake, man.
Come on, man.
-On your knees.
-No.
Please, don't kill me.
Don't look at me.
Don't look at me.
-Please, don't.
-Don't fucking look at me.
Don't fucking look at me.
Paula?
Paula, honey! Where are you?
Where are you, Paula?
Paula, honey!
Paula...
-I don't live in Almazán any more.
I live in Madrid.
The bus that goes downtown is number 21.
I've got two daughters.
The keys are in a drawer in the hall.
I live with Raquel and Paula.
My brother is sick.
The keys are...
I've got two daughters.
Paula always gets her own way.
There's a restraining order
on Paula's father.
Never let Paula go with her father."
Thank you.
Shut up, shut up.
-Thank you.
-Shut up.
Thank you. Tell them you killed me
and got rid of the body.
-I'll hide.
-Where the fuck are you going to hide?
-Where?
-In vault 2.
I've got the fingerprint. Nobody will get
in. Tell them you killed me.
-Tell them.
-There's not a single drop of blood.
-There's not a single drop of blood.
-Shoot me here, come on.
-Shoot me in the hand.
-Don't talk nonsense.
-Shoot me.
-For fuck's sake!
Shoot me in the shoulder.
The shoulder is close to the lung.
I'm not doing it.
In my thigh then, it bleeds a lot.
I've seen it.
My brother got hurt with an iron
and he bled a lot. Come on. Come.
Bite my hand if you want.
What the fuck was that?
26 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
-Nairobi, take control.
-What?
What happened?
Calm down, Jesus!
Calm down. Have some fucking strength,
or you won't get out alive, okay?
You have to show some balls.
Two shots...
Have you got bad aim
or do blondes make you nervous?
-When she grabs your knee
and begs you not to kill her,
it's not easy.
Why didn't you kill her?
You're a fucking bastard.
You don't want to stain your hands
with blood, but you stain mine.
-If you ever touch me again, you're dead.
There's a coal boiler in the basement.
Put her inside.
Later you'll clean all this.
Hello?
Professor, the one hour term
I gave you has finished.
I need to know
if you're going to surrender.
When you were a child,
what games did you play in the playground?
With... the jump rope,
-"hitting the can, the donkey...."
-Hmm.
I played ladybirds too.
I was very good at that.
"I played cops and robbers."
Ring any bells?
Some of us played cops
and had to catch the others
and when they got you, they got you,
but I don't remember a single child
in that playground who surrendered
before he was caught.
Children in the school playground
do not risk going to prison
for 8 or 16 years.
You're right. You're absolutely right.
That's why I asked my mates.
"We voted, and you know what?"
We're enthusiasts.
Finally we've decided
to go for the zero years in prison.
"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer right now.
If it's something urgent,
leave a message after the beep."
A lot of people are suffering.
What do you plan to do?
Take paper and a pen.
"I need a lorry"
a 3-axle one,
with a trailer for 18 tonnes,
two more tankers,
with propane gas to escort it
and the ship Malaika with flag
from Saint Vincent and the Grenadines.
Ring any bells?
It's the one seized nine months ago
with 2,800 kilos of cocaine.
It's docked at Ferrol's military port.
It won't be easy to get
the green light for your requests,
due to... logistic issues,
safety issues....
Imagine this:
a building collapses
and there are 67 people inside.
How many arrangements do you think
they would approve to save
the lives of those innocent people?
Inspector, let's be clear.
You only have two choices.
One: to punish us. Two: to save lives.
And I'm afraid
you can't choose both things.
"You have a new message.
Mum, I've just finished. I'm on my way.
To call back, press 1."
I'm going to promise you one thing.
If you avoid being heavy-handed,
I'll give you those 67 hostages
in perfect health,
when we are in international waters.
And I assure that's not
the first choice I had.
I hate the sea, the fish
and the sand on the beach.
"But life don't always give you
an easy way out, don't you think?"
"I got a message from my daughter
this morning, from this number.
I don't... I'm Raquel Murillo's mother.
And I can't locate her.
Excuse me, you don't
have a mobile charger, do you?
-Would you like to use mine?
-Thanks.
Please, do you know where she is?
It's urgent."
We're bringing that lorry
to get them out of that mouse trap.
It'll be easier for us in the open field.
Let's get the vehicles ready
with narcotic gas.
-They're not coming out.
-How do you know?
They opened that vault,
but they didn't want the money.
They waited for the police.
They shot.
"They dropped two bags,
coincidentally open,
dispersing the notes in the street."
-So?
-They wanted to pretend they were trapped
to win two days of negotiation.
But they're inside on purpose.
With a Browning machine gun,
red overalls, masks and everything.
They triggered the alarm
two hours after they had come in.
"Once they had opened the safe vault."
They used the money as the excuse for
a common robbery, but it wasn't casual.
They came in
when the ambassador's daughter was there.
"That's why that man
speaks without hesitation.
He's in control, because he knows
everything goes according to plan.
What plan is better than going out
with eight million from the safe vault?
They're printing their own unmarked money.
-You can't come in.
-I've got a phone call
for inspector Murillo, Raquel Murillo.
-Fine.
-It's urgent and private.
-It's urgent.
-Go ahead.
-Thanks.
-Stretch your arms.
Come with me.
-An incoming call in the repeater.
-Record it. Now.
It's recording.
"A civilian is going towards
the command post, he's with Almansa.
He wants to see the inspector,
a private and urgent matter."
Excuse me, inspector, but I've got
your mother on the phone.
I guess you phoned her from my phone.
Excuse me.
I think it has to do with your daughter.
-Hello?
-"Darling."
-Mum, what's up?
-Stop recording.
-"Paula has left with her father."
-What?
-"He told me it'd only be a while."
-Mum, what did you do?
-"They haven't come back yet."
-Alberto has a restraining order.
He can only see Paula every 15 days
and he can't enter the house.
-"I know, darling."
-Stop recording, damn it!
-We can't.
-Then turn down the volume!
"I couldn't..."
Mum, mum.
-How long ago did they leave?
-"Two hours, I think."
Okay, wait for me there.
-What a mess have you got here, huh?
-Almansa, take him out, please.
"Hidden behind a metallic voice
with his cameras and his
negotiating strategy,
the Professor was in his element."
At the everything else in life
he was completely useless.
With very different personas
like Clark Kent and Superman.
Perhaps because he had spent
his childhood and youth
lying on a bed at San Juan de Dios
hospital of San Sebastián
only talking to senior nurses
and reading books.
He was neither an ordinary
nor a very sociable fellow.
And not the least a seducer."
Can I sit down?
Yes, sure.
"So I loved making him feel nervous."
So, when you're not planning a heist,
what do you do?
You mean in my spare time,
something like that?
Do you go dancing or...?
No, no, not at all. I don't have
the slightest sense of rhythm.
Have you got a girlfriend?
Married?
We agreed on no personal information.
You're not a virgin, are you?
I've been in some relationships.
Several.
Not too many and they didn't last long,
but I've had a few.
Relationships... I mean...
sporadic relations.
Don't get me wrong, when I say sporadic,
I don't mean with prostitutes.
Well, I don't know, you may be gay.
For God's sake... No.
No, that's not it.
I'm not inside any closet
or anything of that sort.
People find a lot of things sexy.
Dancing, muscles, fair hair,
a French accent...
Do you know what I find sexy?
Intelligence.
Men who speak to you
and you can't help admiring them.
It doesn't matter whether they are tall,
short, ugly, good-looking...
It turns me on that they talk to me
about things I don't know.
Well, it's a peculiarity,
it's registered in dictionaries,
it's called sapiophilia.
You know everything, don't you?
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to take care of the launch.
One thing.
How did you come up
with the idea of this heist?
It wasn't me who had the idea.
And who did?
It wasn't me.
That sapiophilia thing
sounds to me like fucking a toad.
-It's this one here, right?
-Stop here.
Careful, careful, careful.
-What are you waiting for?
-I have blood on my finger.
Does this door have delayed opening
like the other one?
No.
-Okay.
-Let's go.
The shots you heard were caused
by a situation with the police.
It was caused by a hostage
who didn't follow my rules
and tried to make contact...
using this phone.
And I wonder...
If I have Miss Gaztambide's phone...
Whose is this one?
Is this tune familiar to any of you?
What has happened?
What are you doing?
We've all heard the shots.
I've asked you what the hell has happened.
Not here.
We agreed there'd be no victims.
She had a phone. What should
I have done, give her some lashes?
Scare her, not kill her.
Cut her an ear, like in the movies.
If she had given information to the police
about our numbers and location,
you'd be the one who'd been shot by now.
But you'd keep your ear.
Who shot her?
Denver.
Too much hot blood.
The Professor said
we wouldn't spill blood,
-those were the rules.
-Well, there has just been a change
concerning hostage control.
Understood?
Calm down, the public opinion is on
our side and that's not going to change.
When they notice there's
a hostage missing, we won't be here.
We'll be far away.
Does the Professor know that? Huh?
Does the Professor know you've broken
the first fucking rule of the plan?
Are you telling me about the rules?
You, who because of your affair
with this idiot almost killed an officer?
We must call the Professor and tell him.
Boy.
Call him, Rio.
He doesn't answer.
You can't oversee and control everything
24 hours a day.
You must eat, sleep, go to the toilet.
That's why I'm in charge here.
We'll only get out of here
if we're professional.
Can you tell me
what the heck is going on here?
I could hear you from the outside.
Berlin has ordered
the execution of a hostage.
Who did it?
Your son.
"A thief is, by definition,
an inveterate optimist.
They always think
everything will be all right,
but the first who realised was Moscow.
He was one of those men who are honest,
who give confidence, take care of you
and tell bad jokes.
I felt tenderness towards him."
What are you listening to?
Great music.
Do you know how music was invented?
-No.
-On a train.
There was a father and his son,
whose name was Patxi.
The boy was very worried
to know if the train
would stop at their village or not.
Besides, the child was a real pest.
And he kept on saying:
"Will it stop, Dad?"
And his father: "It will, Patxi."
"Will it stop, Dad?" "It will, Patxi."
And what about Denver and you?
Relatives and artistic duo in robberies?
Yes, just like the Sacapuntas Duo,
but with burglaries.
"That afternoon Moscow told me
how he had dragged his son
to that crazy robbery."
My son shouldn't be here.
But when the Professor
told me about the plan,
I dragged him with me.
Hey!
There.
Give me a hug, damn it.
You really like the food in prison, right?
-Don't touch me, they're gases.
-Gases, sure.
And the saturated fats
they give us to eat there.
-Right.
-Give me a cigarette, come on.
I've got it ready. Here.
How are you? How's your life?
Fine. Here I am.
-What's the matter?
-What do you mean?
-I'm excited to see you, Dad.
-Don't try to fool me.
It's the sixth time you come to pick me up
and you've never looked that way.
What the fuck is up?
I've fucked up.
What the hell did you do?
He had lost 800 pills.
Of someone called Pole,
a shitty dealer from Alcorcón.
It seems they had been stolen
from his car.
And he's got a boss.
That motherfucker is a lunatic.
And they'll break your nasal septum,
they'll break your leg...
So everybody knows
you stole drugs from the wrong guy.
Dad, the deadline is up
and I haven't got the dough.
I swear to God I haven't got it,
they stole it from my car,
I didn't sell it or anything. I didn't
take those pills, drugs make me ill.
-The bastard...
says he doesn't have a way out.
The thing is that...
I could have reacted with anger or disgust
but it's just a kid who got burned,
you know?
And he's got a heart... this big.
So, to avoid his meniscus being broken
by a baseball bat, you said:
"Let's get him printing notes."
He's already done a bunch of small jobs:
fur shops, savings banks, vans...
And now... it's time for a big one.
If everything goes well,
I'm taking my son to a country
whose name we can't even pronounce.
Without angry Poles, without pending cases,
to start from scratch.
But of course, with mojitos and beaches.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Boy, don't you see I'm washing the floor?
-I left my study notes.
-You left your notes... Come on, beat it.
-Don't be a pest, let me do it.
-Will you...?
-Dad, I have to study,
-I left my notes. I'm coming.
-Beat it, come on. Come on.
Come on, get out of here. Jeez.
Moscow!
Stop.
For the last time,
go back to your position.
What are you going to do?
Shoot me?
And then who?
Everyone?
Are you staying alone in this mouse trap?
Son.
Have you killed that woman?
Dad.
Nothing.
-I can't breathe.
-Dad.
Dad, what's up? What's up?
Dad, is it a heart attack?
Are you having a heart attack?
Dad, no, no.
It's an anxiety attack.
Lie him down. Lie him down.
-Dad, Dad.
-That's it.
"Lying on that floor splattered with blood,
Moscow knew there'd be no fancy cocktails
or any country they couldn't pronounce.
He hadn't taken Denver there
to save him from something,
but to drop him in a hole
from which he'd only get out arrested
or with a bullet in his chest."
This situation is going to take a while,
but it's not the first
nor the last time. Everyone agree?
We're all tired, but
but we each have to dig in deep.
-Attention, there's an incoming signal.
-Attention, everyone at their posts.
We've picked up a signal.
-It's a mobile. The signal is coming from
inside the building.
-Whose number is that?
-Mercedes Colmenar,
a professor at Brighton College.
-Get the phone's camera.
-Accessing the selfie camera.
-Black. They've blocked it.
-Go to the main camera.
-Also blind.
They're sending a video.
Who is the recipient? Come on.
I'm downloading it to
the central display.
-"Hello, love of my life. How are you?".
-It's being sent to
the professor's boyfriend.
And another recipient.
-They're manipulating
public opinion.
-It's being sent to the press at Onda Cero.
-"I'm recording a video and...
just to tell you
we're fine."
-Yes, yes, I see it.
-"That... nothing, I'm...".
-Contact
the team at Onda Cero.
We've got to prevent
the video being broadcast.
-"Really, the children
are taking it all in their stride."
-Okay.
-What did you say her name was?
-Mercedes Colmenar.
-"And you, Aitor".
-Mercedes Colmenar.
"Look,
I know I have spent many nights
marking exams
and talking to you about...
I don't know, wayward children...
...instead of us.
So I promise
that when I leave here
I will not bring work home.
And I'm gonna be... you know.
Crazy things. Like in Salamanca,
remember?
Wait for me, okay?
This will be over soon, you'll see.
I swear".
"The shooting by Denver
had broken
the fragile balance of the hostages.
The teacher had understood
they were in a kidnapping
that left its dead by the roadside.
And despite Nairobi's
many efforts to lighten the
gloomy atmosphere,
fear fell under its own weight.
And among the fearful,
a quiet man contemplated his faults,
suspecting that the shots he had heard
were for his pregnant lover."
The shot we've heard before...
Is anyone hurt?
Calm down, okay?
Nobody was hurt. Okay?
We only shot to dissuade
an intervention. That's all.
That's all you heard.
Stop imagining things
about those shots, okay?
These people are robbers,
they're not Jihadis or anything like that.
Let's talk about how we feel.
-I hear your name's Rio.
I also heard from your partner
that the police have a picture of you
and it's my fault.
I wanted to apologise.
I, when I turned on the phone, I didn't...
I didn't mean to give you away.
And I didn't realise
how dangerous it was
nor how foolish it was.
The boob thing, I mean.
-Well, according to the boob, right?
-No, but seriously... thank you.
But I knew the risks
I'd taken on by coming to rob this place.
It's what you expect in this world, right?
You know that if you get caught,
you could face jail.
Or worse yet, a bullet.
The bell's just sounded for recess
and I didn't hear it, hey.
Put the rice away.
-Mum.
-Honey, I'm sorry.
"It's called a rollercoaster...
"Well, what's the other one,
where you get wet?"
-"The spinning boats."
-"Oh, yes, the boats."
Your mother's here.
Mummy! We've been
at the amusement park. It's so cool.
Of course, honey.
Mum, can I go upstairs
and put the teddy bear in my room?
-Sure, honey.
-Come here, love.
I've only taken her to the amusement park.
You've violated
a restraining order.
Turn around and stand against the wall.
-Raquel, I'm her father.
You can't keep me away from Paula.
-You've violated a restraining order.
Turn around and stand against the wall.
You've already screwed up my life.
Isn't that enough?
-I said stand...!
-What are you doing?
Really?
You're going to point your gun at me?
Hello?
"Raquel, it's Salva.
I'm calling from the caféteria.
Look, this is urgent,
you took my phone away with you...
Raquel?"
Hello.
I'm sorry. I'm a mess.
No, really, don't worry.
I don't think I have any calls.
Let me see.
Look, not even a single WhatsApp. See?
I don't...
Excuse me,
it's not my business at all, but...
is everything okay
with your daughter?
I stole your phone,
I frisked you, I almost arrested you,
but you're still worried about me?
Well, you took the phone accidentally.
It was due to the pressure.
And the frisk was... Well, it was funny.
What can I say? It was exciting.
"The recorder. Where's the recorder?"
-My arm was here...
-I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry.
-Antonio was petrified.
But at least my drinks were on the house.
So we're at peace now.
-Everything's fine, thank you.
-Fine.
Oh... Can I ask for your phone
for just a moment? By...
Seriously?
Yes.
Clear. You're not going to frisk me?
No no.
Really?
Really. Really.
-"Yes?".
Ángel, it's Raquel.
I'm here in the caféteria.
Everything okay there?
"Have I got time
to eat a sandwich?".
We've accessed several phones.
-How? I'm on my way.
-"No, no, don't come, don't come".
-Vegetable.
-"They've only sent some videos
to hostage relatives".
Wine?
"They've also
leaked them to the media".
-Fuck.
Have you hacked the phones?
-Nothing. They have covered the cameras.
-Well, if anything happens,
I'm here at the caféteria. I...
Or call me on this number.
Yes, yes.
I left my phone in the tent.
-"Understood".
Hey, do me a favour, eat something
other than a sandwich, okay?
-"Okay.
-Come on".
-Thank you.
Nothing.
All good?
All good.
Good. I'm glad. In the end
we worry about many things
that we shouldn't give so much importance
to. In the end...
Well, actually...
nothing's fine.
Everything... everything is quite bad.
Awful.
Fucking awful, I'd say.
Excuse me, but... I...
No, the emergency was...
my ex-husband had taken my daughter and...
Well, he's got a restraining order
for ill-treatment.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Dad. Dad.
How are you feeling?
I'm cold.
-Cold?
-Yes.
-Bring a blanket.
-Yes.
-And some sugar, whatever.
-Come on, Helsinki, go get some sugar.
You're like a built-in wardrobe.
Don't know what happened to me.
It's because I spent the whole morning...
digging the tunnel.
And all I ate was
one of those shitty sandwiches.
-Now rest, Dad. Rest.
You know what would do you good now?
A good stew, one of those you like.
-With chickpeas and pork.
-Here. The blanket, come on.
-Good. Relax, Moscow.
-Thanks.
-Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
-Now relax, all right?
What are you doing here, Dad? God!
I woke up at 4:00 A.M.
and you weren't in bed.
Nothing, jeez, I couldn't sleep
and I went out to look at the sky.
The sky...
The sky is huge, right?
Where does it all end?
-What's up?
-Nothing.
-Do you know why I left mining?
-Of course I do.
Due to that shit
that was eating your lungs.
-The "syphilis."
-The "syphilis", right?
-What's up?
-You're such a fucking brute.
-Silicosis.
-That's what I said.
But it wasn't that.
I left because
I suffered from claustrophobia.
-You?
-Yes.
I couldn't stand being in that hole.
So I started with robberies
to make a living.
And I ended up in prison.
Locked up, like my whole fucking life.
-Are you okay, Dad? You sound strange.
Not strange.
I'm motherfucking great,
here, in the countryside,
in the open air.
I... I wasn't born
to be over a barrel.
-We're motherfucking great, Dad.
-Yes.
-And we'll be even better
when we leave this place.
You know one thing?
Fuck the Maserati and they gyms.
You know what we're going
to do with our millions?
We're going to buy an island.
So you can sleep in the open
among the palm trees.
In a hut. One hut for you, another for me.
-Yes.
-No sleeping together like here,
-because you snore too much.
-What are you saying? I don't snore, kid.
Dad, you snore like crazy, believe me.
-Do I snore?
-You snore a lot.
-I don't snore.
-You sound like a trombone, Dad.
Put it in.
One second, okay?
There.
Let him rest.
Finish cleaning the toilet.
And then swap your position with Helsinki
and watch the hostages.
I brought you some things to treat you.
-Does it hurt a lot?
-A bit.
Let's apply the tourniquet better, okay?
-Okay.
-Let's see.
Let's see.
I think we should take out...
-Yes.
-Okay.
Shall I help you?
Slowly.
Come on, almost there.
Okay, okay.
Jeez!
Okay, okay.
Careful, careful.
Okay, that's it.
Oh, my God.
Guys, you shouldn't be speaking
with the kidnappers at all.
Is that clear?
As we said that are not jihadis,
but you have to understand
that they're under a
great deal of stress.
Alison. Alison, please,
I'm talking about you.
I don't want you to talk to
any kidnappers. Is that clear?
-I just wanted to apologise. I think
it's my fault they've been identified.
They recorded through my phone.
Because I wanted
to get on the internet.
You turned on your phone
to get on the internet?
-I wanted to delete a photo...
-Shut up, already?
No, no, let's talk.
Let's see, tell me,
what about this picture?
-Pablo took one of me.
He tricked me
into taking a nude picture.
And uploaded it to my profile.
-Pablo, I think
what have you done
is in bad taste
and I think you should apologise
in front of all your peers.
-I just took a photo.
I don't care. Is everyone crazy?
-It doesn't matter that we're here
or anywhere else.
What I will not allow
is disrespect, okay?
Disrespect of neither you or I.
So make amends with
your classmate.
-What?
-Apologise to her.
-It was meant to be a joke.
For a couple of seconds.
Until you erased the picture.
But then they came in
and fucked everything up.
I'm sorry, Alison.
But it wasn't my idea alone, you know?
-Sorry.
I'm sorry.
It kind of got
out of hand.
-Sorry.
-Sorry.
-Me too, really.
It just got out of hand.
-Sorry. Please forgive me.
I think we should take
the bullet out, you know?
No, no, no.
No, there are muscles, bones and all that.
-You'll make a mess.
-I'll do it carefully.
-How are you taking it out?
-I take it out and...
-You can't take it out with that.
-It's better out than inside.
No. Some people have bullets
in them and they're okay.
I've seen it on TV.
And pieces of glass... It's alright.
-Okay, okay, okay.
-Leave it there.
We'll cover the bleeding
and see how you progress, okay?
-Yes.
-Calm down.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Fine.
Just like when we were kids
and played that Operation game...
Okay.
I brought loads of antibiotics.
Painkillers, muscle relaxants...
Everything.
Won't that be bad?
I hope it doesn't have contraindications.
Well, it can't have
more contraindications than a bullet.
I was thinking of the baby.
You're right.
Okay, okay.
I'll read the pamphlet
and see what we can do, okay?
Let me see.
"Read this pamphlet carefully
before you start taking the medicine.
Keep this pamphlet,
because you might need to read it again.
If you have doubts,
ask your doctor or pharmacist.
This medicine has been prescribed and...
Okay.
No.
Hey. Have you got any more noodles?
No noodles. I have some rice, though.
That's alright.
Moscow.
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
Moscow, what are you doing? Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
Tokyo, what's up?
-I don't know.
-Don't open the doors!
-Moscow!
-They're opening the doors.
-Get ready.
-Come on, come on!
-Get in position.
-Don't move!
-Snipers.
-"Alpha 1 positioned.
-Alpha 2 positioned.
Alpha 3 positioned."
On the floor! Everybody!
On the floor! Now!
I have a shot.
-In three, two, one.
-Dad!
-Cover your face! Cover your face!
-Let me out.
-They're not wearing masks.
-"They're wrestling."
-No, Dad.
-I have to get out.
-Record it.
-"I can't see their faces."
-I have to get out.
-Out? Why?
"Sir, I have a shot."
It's my fault. You shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't have killed anyone.
-"Waiting for the order.
-Have I got the green light, sir?"
-Let me out.
-You want to turn yourself in
-so you can be the patsy.
-"We don't know if they're robbers.
Have I got the green light, sir?"
-Let me out.
-I didn't kill her.
-Let me out.
-I didn't kill her.
She's hidden.
"The doors are closing, sir.
Three seconds.
-Doors closed.
-Don't shoot."
Jesus!
-Let me out.
-We're getting out, Dad.
Outside, so you can breathe fresh air.
-I need some air.
-Yes.
I'm so sorry that you had gone through...
Through an experience so...
Well, if you need some kind of help,
I can give you...
A phone always at your disposal,
a bodyguard with glasses...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have joked
about something like that.
-I'm a jerk.
-No, don't worry.
I apologise.
But I see you and... And it doesn't fit.
It's not what I imagine
when I think about...
About what? A battered woman?
Because I've got a gun, right?
Listen,
the reality is that...
it doesn't start with a smack.
In that case,
nobody would be with a violent man.
It's the other way round.
You're...
You fall in love
with a charming and intelligent man...
who makes you feel
the centre of the universe.
And when he asks you
to change your profile picture
and use a picture of your daughter,
you think it's tender.
And when he tells you
not to wear a miniskirt to work,
you think: "I'm a woman who works
in a men's world,
he's actually protecting me."
And then one day... he raises his voice...
-You don't have to tell me.
-Yes, yes. I need this.
Look, it's like...
It's like going down steps
little by little.
Like in those horror films
where somebody goes down to the basement
and everybody thinks:
"Don't go downstairs. Don't do it."
But you do it.
That's where I got the first slap.
And then the second, and the third...
And finally I got the divorce.
Didn't you report him?
No. He was a police officer,
the most popular guy in the station,
and I just wanted him away from me.
I guess... I was ashamed
to sit down in front of my boss
and tell him about a year and a half
of humiliation and blows.
I've got a 9mm HK in my holster,
but... I really don't fucking know
how to take care of myself.
Don't say that.
But... the real drama
came some months later.
Because my sister fell in love with him.
They started going out, and travelling.
And then I reported him,
late and without evidence.
Because I didn't want my sister
to get into that hell.
Do you understand?
But, of course, I was seen as
the pathologically jealous woman
making a fake complaint.
"See? The inspector
didn't report him back then
but she does now he's with her sister."
But, Raquel, the police or the judges
must believe you,
it's impossible not to believe you.
Raquel, I understand
the emotions and the helplessness.
There must be someone who can help you.
-Someone. Who's going to help me?
-Me.
Sorry, I don't know
how I could help you, but...
Thanks.
Raquel.
-Raquel.
-Ángel.
There's movement in the building.
They opened the door for a few seconds
and there was a brawl.
-We think it was with a hostage.
-Let's go.
-He wasn't a hostage.
-Why do you say that?
Because, unless
they're Gandhi's disciples,
they'd never let a hostage get so far
without shooting him in the back.
One of them wanted to turn himself in.
-"Inspector Raquel Murillo?"
-Listen, I want you to know
this is not a threat,
but a personal favour
I'm asking of you, not as a robber.
I want you to put on the masks, the hoods
and to get out to the terraced roof
without any signals or silly things.
Only for 10 minutes, okay?
You go out, have some fresh air
and come back, all right?
What do you want, to distract the police?
The police is already distracted,
so leave them alone
and don't ruffle any feathers.
We're bait. They're using us as bait.
-What's that?
-They're throwing us to the wolves
and meanwhile
they'll escape using another door.
We're getting out due to humanity,
because one of our mates needs to breathe,
and I won't tell you again.
Don't move.
What fucking world are we living in?
Nobody's willing to do anything
for anybody, right?
One of us has an anxiety attack
and you only think that you're a bait.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing's gonna happen,
because I'm going out with you.
Why did he have an anxiety attack?
Due to shots. It was the shots, right?
It was the shots. Who did you kill?
Who did you kill?
Open your mouth, Arturo.
Open your fucking mouth, Arturo.
Open your mouth.
Now raise your left hand
if you're going to keep on fucking around.
If you're going to keep your mouth shut,
raise your right hand.
Good.
Denver, stop it, now.
Stop it.
Stop goofing around, please.
Who was that?
-Inside.
Either we agree to their requests
or we need to get in there,
this is all taking too long.
This is in newscasts around half the globe.
What guarantees are there
that we can get in
and get everyone out alive?
-A 90% chance.
If your daughter was in there,
would you go in then?
-No.
Look, they started all this
shooting at close range,
we can enter using gas or a full assault,
but expecting them to raise their hands
and surrender is unlikely.
-Yeah.
I will not give an order
threatening
the life of a child.
-I know.
-If I did, I'd need to go home
and take antidepressants
and take care of mine,
but I won't give up on this
so as long as I'm in charge
I'll do my best to avoid funerals.
Now, Dad.
Breathe some air.
You don't need to do this for me.
I remember when mum left,
you had trouble breathing,
you went out to the balcony
to try to do this every night.
So, it doesn't matter,
you're going out there,
breathe some fresh air
and when you're calm, we'll go back inside.
Everyone put your masks and hoods on.
Arturito, close to me.
Condor 3 here, calling central command.
Movement on the roof.
-Suárez, the snipers must be ready.
-"It's a big group."
-Everyone in position.
"Maximum attention, we have visuals.
They're moving."
-Dad, calm down.
-Okay.
Look, it's a motherfucking great day.
-Yes.
-It's very sunny, huh?
Breathe and relax.
"It's a big group.
They keep on walking on the roof.
They're moving
towards the edge of the roof."
-Hello?
-"What's going on?"
-Why are they on the roof?
-Moscow went out to have some fresh air
surrounded by hostages with fake guns.
As you know well,
I'd never have allowed such craziness,
but right now my partners are convincing me
-it's a good idea.
-"I don't want any more improvisation."
Keep me posted of everything.
-"They keep on walking.
They're reaching the edge."
If you don't start thinking
with a cool head,
forget about the millions, Acapulco
and the garden full of children,
because you'll screw all up.
You only have to do one thing:
be professionals.
Doesn't this seem professional to you?
-Precious.
-No, not precious.
A fucking note
better than the ones in the bank.
They can't even trace it. A work of art.
-And you know why?
-Enlighten me, Nairobi.
Because it's been made with care.
I'm a professional.
But I don't know what to do
when your father has the heebie-jeebies
in the middle of this mess.
Are you a robber before a son?
Huh, Berlin?
Before a human being?
For a shithead like you maybe yes,
but for me? I don't know.
-Didn't you kill that girl?
-No.
-Tell me the fucking truth.
-I didn't!
Berlin caught her with a phone,
ordered me to kill her
and I had to shoot her,
-I had no choice.
-You're talking about Mónica.
You're talking about Mónica.
-What have you done?
-What did you do to Mónica?
Get back in line.
This is not a courtesy call, Professor.
If you want me to be frank
and not hide information from you,
you should do the same.
Everybody has the right
to stretch their legs.
"Don't you think it's morale-boosting
to let the hostages get out to breathe?"
I assure it's not my intention
to torture or scare them.
"I only want
to return them safe and sound"
as soon as you give me what I requested.
That's all.
"I repeat, they're armed,
take operational cover.
Requesting instructions."
-What did you do?
-Go back to your place.
-Tell me where Mónica is.
-Go back.
-"Something's happening.
-Requesting instructions."
You killed Mónica, Jesus.
She was innocent.
-Condor 1 here. Targets in sight.
-"Requesting the green light."
-On your knees.
-What?
-She was pregnant.
-Fucking snipers.
Let them think we're hostages.
Put your hands on your head.
Don't play with me, stand up.
I'm talking to you.
-"Something's happening.
-They're bending down."
-They made them kneel to execute them.
-"I need a command."
There are snipers.
On your knees, there are snipers.
Everybody down.
Get back in line.
-"A lot of movement on the roof.
-Condor 3 here."
One Dalí is aiming
with his gun at another.
-"I can see it clearly.
-Requesting instructions, sir."
-I need authorization.
-"They're still on their knees, sir.
-Awaiting instructions."
-Give me the green light.
-They're running.
-I have a clean shot at the kidnapper.
-What the fuck are you doing?
-There are snipers, jeez.
-On your knees.
-"They're aiming."
-Give me the green light.
-"They're going to execute them.
-They're going to shoot.
-Request permission to fire."
Put down the gun!
"They're going to kill them."
Green light.
Condor 3, open fire.
-"Target's down, sir.
-Target's down.
Target's down.
We have visual."
-That's the manager of the building,
Arturo Román.
-Cease fire.
-Condor 3, cease fire.
All units, cease fire.
We've shot a hostage.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
Ah!
Where the hell is she?
-The bitch has escaped.
Alright!
They had it all planned out
except for this
and we must seize this opportunity.
Are you ready?
-Yes sir.
Come in.
Like tequila?
Listen up. Activate plan B.