La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Caballo de Troya - full transcript

THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS

-"I have a clear shot at the kidnapper."

-What the fuck are you doing?

-There are fucking snipers.
-On your knees.

-"They're aiming."

-Give me the green light.
-"They're going to execute them.

-They're going to shoot.
-Requesting permission to fire."

Put down the gun!

"They're going to kill them."

Green light.

-Condor 3, open fire.

SATURDAY
6:00 PM

Good! Good, Mr Torres. Good. Very good.

But now let's change the series, okay?

Let's change the letter, all right?

Another country, yes.
Don't complain. Come on.

Helsinki! Get down here, hurry.

-What have we got?
-He's seriously injured. Hurry up!

You killed her, motherfuckers.

Hurry up.

Water, water, please.

Water, please. Water.

Thanks. Arturo, hold on tight. Rio, Rio!

Alcohol, alcohol.

I need you to take your hand off...

-Raquel.

"Ex-employees have revealed

the identity
of the man wounded by the police.

It's Arturo Román,
the general manager,

who has just been wounded
by the police forces,

while he was on the roof with the robbers.

The events took place after 32 hours
since the beginning of the kidnapping."

32 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY

I need to talk to my wife, please.

I need to talk to my wife.

"They say that when we're at Death's door

we're finally able to see
our life with clarity.

And Arturo Román, losing blood on a table,

was waiting for exactly that:
Death's clairvoyance.

To find out once and for all
who the love of his life had been.

Laura, the woman with whom
he had shared 14 years

of holy matrimony?

Or Mónica, his secretary and lover,

with whom he had felt young again?

Unfortunately, the only certainty
Arturo had at that moment

was that, if they didn't take out
the bullet,

he'd kick the bucket
before solving that enigma.

And, frankly, our first aid courses
weren't a guarantee for living."

Inferior cava.

Right renal.

Left.

Mesenteric.

Right pulmonary.

Left.

This is the heart.

Cava.

Subclavian, right and left.

Brachial.

Humeral.

Internal jugular.

External jugular.

And in red the main arteries.

Hey, stop, stop.

Let's see.

Do you want us to learn medicine
this way, with two markers?

If anyone is shot,
he can't go to a hospital.

You have to manage inside.

-It'll be fucking suicide.
-Shut the fuck up.

One thing is
to lock ourselves up in that mouse trap.

-Another thing would be that we die.
-Denver.

We're asking you to learn
how to take out a bullet.

Don't start
with "the epic tales about the outskirts".

It's not that hard.

You get the pliers, take out the bullet
without screwing it up.

-That's all.
-The shot already screwed it up.

If they shoot me, take me to the hospital.

The answer is "no."

Well, I prefer being lame and free

rather than with excellent health
but in a cell.

Nobody's going out.

Any of you can be a lead
for police to investigate further.

If anybody wants out,
this is the moment.

They can stay here during the robbery,
then they can leave.

Will the lesson last long?

My willy is shrinking like Helsinki's.

Hey! What did you say about my willy?

-Enough. Enough.
-Do you want to see my willy?

Please.

Come on, get dressed.
Let another one lie here, please.

-Mr Willy.
-Come on.

Come on.

-No? No, no...
-Well, there we go.

-Well...
-Come on, Nairobi.

-It's all right, isn't it?
-Come on, Nairobi!

So sexy!

-She's black.
-Sexy, sexy.

-Go on.
-Wow! Okay.

Let's see what you learnt.

This is the carotid...

"And so, playing doctors,

I found out Nairobi was
more interesting than she seemed."

The heart.

The aorta...

"And, although nobody knew anything
about anyone,..."

The abdominal aorta.

"...what I never had suspected
was that Nairobi had a son.

Or a daughter.

As indicated by her C-section scar."

-What are you doing? What are you doing?
-Hey, hey!

-Where are you going?
-What's up?

What are you looking at?

-What's up?
-Calm down.

No. You're going to eat that marker.

-What's up?
-She's a bit of a lesbian.

Don't know what the fuck she's looking at.

You're the lesbian. Your nugget
was as hard as a sugar cube.

As a sugar cube? I'm going to...

Stop it!

"And that's where our friendship started."

Raquel, the Ministry on the phone.

What shall I tell them?
Raquel? What shall I say?

-Raquel! What shall I say?
-Pardon?

-They'll ask who gave the order.
-I gave the order.

Tell them... the wounded man is a hostage.

-And hang up the fucking phone!
-He looked like a robber.

I asked for the green light. I insisted.

Inspector, I'll take
responsibility with you.

Inspector, the ambulance is ready.

Let's talk to the kidnapper.

"Preparing the communication
with the kidnapper."

We had to make a decision. They were...

It seemed they'd execute them,
we had to decide, there was no time.

Silence, please!

Professor?

"You fired at the hostages.

One is between life and death.
I guess that's why you're calling."

I've got the ambulance
to evacuate the injured man.

Nobody's leaving there.

-That man is bleeding out.
-"Due to the bullet you shot."

Will you let him die?

"Let me get a medical team there."

Professor..., listen.

I know it was my mistake,

"but if a hostage dies, it'll be
as awful for you as it would for me.

Believe me, in less"

than five minutes
public opinion will know that

that man died

because you didn't let us
come in and save his life.

"Two surgeons and a nurse
with surgical equipment.

-Let me know when they arrive."
-Thanks.

"I also have something to ask you."

The injured man wants to talk to his wife.

Of course.

Jesus.

Locate Mr Román's wife.

When can the medical team be here?

By helicopter from La Paz,
10 or 15 minutes.

-Bring them here. Now!
-Okay.

Places everyone, come on.

Please, places everyone.

Excuse me.

Can you drive?

Yes, yes.

I need to get out of here, go for a drive.

-Yes.
-Thanks.

Hey, Raquel.

What's up?

I have to think.

Drive.

Don't look at me like that.
I'm not leaving you alone.

Where the fuck is she?

That bitch has escaped!

Let's see...

I'm coming.

There we go.

Tell me, my child.

"Will you be able to come here tonight?"

-I don't know, Mum.
-"But why? What's the matter?"

Mum, it's...

I'm...

I made

"a very big mistake at work."

My child, your work is very difficult.

"Come on, talk to me. There's nothing"

that still seems so serious five minutes
after telling someone close.

I was drinking wine with...

"I like that. With who?"

Do I know him?

No, Mum. I don't know him either.

The thing is...
When I came back to the tent,

there was a very serious situation,

"a high-risk one,
on the roof of the building and...

I thought one of the hostages
was in danger,"

so I gave...

the order to open fire.

And an innocent man was shot.

-Yes. I've seen it on TV, my child.
-"Now I don't know what to do."

I don't know whether to phone his wife,

give a press conference, resign...
I don't know what to do, Mum.

Well, first of all, relax
and don't blame yourself.

"They're there with masks and guns,"

locked up, all jumbled up.

You only wanted
to protect the hostages, right?

"Honey... What if you had saved
somebody's life?"

What? You wouldn't be phoning me, right?

"Well...,

and now I..."

wouldn't know that you meet strangers

"and have a drink with them."

God! I... I don't meet up with strangers.

-Have you kissed him?

-How am I going to kiss him,
if I don't know him?

-Bah... 'know him'...
'Know', what nonsense.

The beauty is in living for the moment.

My child, we have
so little time in this life...

Okay, Mum,
but that's not the question now.

The fact is I'm
in a critical situation at work.

Honey, send that work to hell.

"Why don't you tell them
you want to stamp passports?

This way you may have some fun. Heavens!"

"Or do you think in the future you'll be
holding hands with the kidnapper"

in an old people's home?
You won't, my child.

But maybe with that stranger...

"Don't laugh, I know
what I'm talking about. I've been..."

a widow for 20 years and...

Time doesn't stop, my child.

And it doesn't go back either, you know?

-Entering the perimeter.
-I'll think about it, Mum.

If you see it's late, go to bed,
alright?

Okay.

Listen, and you go to bed

"with someone too."

RACHEL LIKES A STRANGER

Jesus...

Mónica. Hey... Hey.

-What are you doing here? Are you crazy?
-I wasn't feeling very well.

I think it's the medicine, it got me sick.

The medicine.

That will be it, the medicine.
Yes, child. That'll be it.

Oh my, you're boiling like a kettle.

She needs to get the hell out of here.

-I'll help you.
-Wait, wait.

Could you leave me alone

-for a while?
-Yes.

Please.

What do you think?

She's not feeling very well.
She looks bad.

If we don't take that bullet out bullet,
she's fucked.

Dad, calm down, all right?

She'll be fine.

Why did you fucking shoot her?

Because Berlin was going to kill her.
I had no other choice.

Son of a bitch.

If he wants to kill somebody,
he should pull the trigger, not you.

We came for a robbery.

Not to kill people. Or to save lives.

Jesus, we're fucking wretches.

-Of all the people...
-Dad, calm down.

Calm down.

Mónica, have you finished yet?

Yes.

-Let's go.
-Raquel, wait a second.

I want to talk to you.

I want to infiltrate the medical team.

No. Somebody's getting in, but not you.

Sure. There's always
someone better than me for everything.

Raquel, I'm a firearms expert.

I can get there and, at a glance,
know how many they have,

what type and if they're fake or not.

We can know who the robbers are.

You're right.

You'll come with me and cover the doctors.

Let me tell you how it's going to go.

I heard a shot before.

The police. They shot a hostage.

-A hostage?
-Yes.

Who?

Who?

Who did the police shoot?

The manager of the building.

Arturo?

Did the police kill Arturo?

No. They didn't kill him.

-Is he okay?
-Yes.

Is he alive?

-Is Arturo okay?
-He's fine. Yes.

-Are you sure?
-Sure.

-Is he okay?
-A surgeon is coming in.

With his team.

He'll have surgery and will be okay.

-Is he having surgery?
-Yes.

You must tell him I'm alive.

You must tell Arturo.

-Do you hear me?
-Nobody is saying anything.

Because you'll be fine
and he will as well, okay?

Come on. Let's have a look at the wound.

Calm down.

He is going to blame himself.
I took the phone because he told me to.

He'll think I'm dead because of him.

You must tell him I'm alive, okay?

And his son too.

Are you pregnant?

Very good.

Congratulations.

-Give me a pen, please.
-Okay.

When?

Thanks.

Ángel!

I've decided to get our officers
inside the building.

I'll do it by taking advantage
of the medical intervention.

I celebrate these decisions you make
during ambulance rides.

But my presence here responds
only to the government's wish

that there isn't a violent outcome.

Wow!

The CNI officer
has suddenly become a pacifist.

Weren't you the one
who wanted to get the tanks in there?

I wanted to catch them by surprise
and finish this swiftly.

But now the priority is zero victims.

So I advise you to negotiate and wait.

It must get to you, being here all day

believing you're the best,
not having to make any decisions, right?

Like being in a hostage crisis talk show.

Inspector, I'm not going to bite

because I understand at a certain age
hormones take over inside.

-I know it because of my mother.
-Where are you going?

As you'll understand,
I have to report all this.

Of course.

So far the kidnappers
have always been ahead of us.

Everything was planned. Except this shooting.

It's the first thing
not going according to plan.

And we must take advantage.

The only way to get in
without being detected by their cameras

is to advance
along this tunnel in the subsoil

that leads straight to the basements.

It's the ventilation nozzle.

-It was added seven months ago
to release the heat from the presses.

It's a work in progress.

-They probably won't know it's there.
-I need two of your men to get in there.

Officer García Lobo,
here, and I'll go with him.

Fine. Deputy Inspector Rubio

"will go with the two surgeons
and will get in as a nurse."

6:09 pm. Synchronise watches.

"At 6:15 pm
the medical team will come in.

According to the head of internal medicine

the surgery
won't take more than 30 minutes."

But they can go on until exactly 7:00 pm.

When the doctors exit,

there'll be a bunch
of kidnappers to watch them.

That's when Suárez and Lobo
will get in through the subsoil.

"They'll get to the basement's catch basin
dressed with red overalls and Dalí masks."

They'll infiltrate the hostage group.

We'll only be successful
if we do it like clockwork.

Inspector!

-Arturo Román's wife is here.
-One moment, please.

Suárez, get moving.

Take care of the doctors. And be careful.

Get the operation ready!

What happened? Is my husband okay?

Your husband is conscious and stable.

He was shot by mistake.

-Shot? What do you mean?
-He's injured, but alive.

Calm down. Calm down.

The kidnappers allow us
to get in a surgical team

and he'll have surgery immediately.

Sorry, but...
I wasn't even listening, sorry.

Calm down.

Everything's gonna be all right.

-Sit down, please.
-Thanks.

-Can you talk to him right now?
-Yes.

Take this.

Almansa, record it!

-"Yes?"
-Professor, Arturo Román's wife is here.

Okay.

We must take that bullet out right now.

You do it, Dad.

You're more cold-blooded.

Where's the surgical kit
the Professor gave us?

-There's a scalpel there.
-Berlin's got it.

Jesus.

I don't think it's a good idea
to ask him for it.

The surgeons!
Go and steal their tools. Hurry.

-Okay.
-Wait! Wait!

Give him the note, please.

I'll clean the wound now, okay?

Relax. You're going to be fine, okay?

Arturo.

Arturo!

What's your wife's name?

Laura.

What a beautiful name.
Well, you can talk to Laura.

Wives are good for moments like these.

They're comforting.

Nobody remembers their wife
when they're in front

of the disco, high as a kite, but...

the moment there's a problem, an accident
or... they're simply scared?

Then it's a different story.

Are you thinking
about your secretary right now?

Huh? Yes?

No.

But who can think about lovers

with babies who could be aborted...

-or simply nothing?
-Spare me the speech, will you?

Listen to me.

If you say anything weird,

I'll give you the coup de grace

and your wife will hear it live.
Understand?

Inspector!

They're turning on a phone.

We must tap that phone.

I want to see both the
selfie and main cameras.

There, there.

"Hello, darling."

Arturo, darling, how are you?

Fine, fine. I'm fine.

-"It was a clean shot."
-There's no image.

Neither the selfie or main cameras.
They've covered them.

"They're letting some surgeons in."

I know.

Look, I've...

I've been thinking about you and...

And everything we did wrong.

Don't think about it, darling. Not now.

"Not now."

Besides, it's my fault.

I know we're not okay.
We haven't been okay for some time.

I've neglected you and our children.
I've been selfish.

I promise all that's going to change,
you hear me?

"I promise that's going to change.

For 10 years you've been
saying you want to see

your sister in Australia."

Take the opportunity so the kids
can learn English.

And see kangaroos.

"That's the first thing
we'll do when we go out."

I owe you that.

I'll do it for you.

Because I love you so much.

All these years wasted, chasing...

Thinking all that mattered
was money and the status and...

"But you're the only important thing.

It's always been you."

Since the day I met you.

I swear there are times when...

I try to remember that day...

"And I wonder
what the hell you saw in me, Mónica."

Laura.

You just think about getting out of there.

"Just think about that.

I love you."

I love you, honey.

Are you okay?

Relax.

You're really experienced, Arturo.

Your secretary... with the belly...

Laurita waiting for you
in the 4x4 with the children.

You, surrounded by money, are a legend.

Berlin!

The doctors are outside!

You must excuse me.

-Do they all know what they have to do?
-They do! Of course they do!

Are you ready?

Good, they're ready.

Mercedes!

Are you ready?

-Yes, sir.
-I want her out of here.

Rio, take her to an office.

Nairobi.

Put on your masks!

And follow me! Rock and roll!

Come in.

Leave everything on the floor.

Close the door.

Move forward.

Your hands on your head and legs apart.

We're frisking you.

Get him out of here, please.

"Listen to me."

One of the nurses is an undercover cop.

-Which one?
-"The one with glasses.

You know what you have to do."

-Perfectly. Let's get to it.
-Berlin!

It has to be a fucking precision work.

I know.

People!

The one with glasses is the cop.

They'll come in.

Maybe during an assault,
during an emergency...

It could be the Red Cross guy
or the pizza guy,

but it's obvious they'll try
to infiltrate someone.

And that will be our chance
to try and give them a Trojan horse.

Do you know what that is?

-I don't know, but it rhymes easily.
-No!

-The Trojan horse...
-Was pretty hoarse!

Shut up and focus, Jesus!

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

The Greeks were at war with the Trojans.

One day the Trojans found
in front of their city

a wooden horse, a huge wooden horse!

And, out of vanity,

they thought it was a surrender present
by the Greeks.

So they opened the gates...

and they put it inside.

But they didn't know that horse was hollow

and full of Greek warriors.

That night the Trojans lost the war.

And that's exactly
what we are going to do.

When they try to get in

thinking they're winning the battle...

Leave all your metallic objects
on that tray.

Glasses.

Watches.

If you have weapons,

microphones... I also advise you
to let them there.

We're going to track
any type of radiofrequency.

Take off your shoes too. Please.

And now lie down.

On the ground.

Very well.

Like cockroaches.

Stand up.

Put on your shoes.

Take only the glasses.

You're going to need them.

"Now yes... Welcome.
Take your things and come with me.

Thanks."

What?

Sometimes on TV there are people like you.

Like me, like what?

Robbers.

But you don't look like one.
I can tell this isn't your thing.

Why?

The way you hold the rifle.

I thought you were the ambassador's
daughter, not Rambo.

Well, my father always wanted
to have a son.

And since I was five years old
he's been taking me shooting.

Shooting? At what?

Sticks in the funfair?

At wild hogs, red deer,

antelopes...

But what my father would really
like to hunt is ecologists.

But I don't like guns.

Once, in Norwich...

the rifle of my father's friend went off.

I saw everything.

The shot in his back,
the people screaming...

It's like...

when you see an accident on the road
and it gets stuck in your head, the...

blood stain.

Well...

It's not loaded, okay?

Don't be scared.

What do you think, doctor?

Will I make it?

The bullet is located...

in the clavicle.

It's not touching any vital organs

and I can't see any...

bone fragments.

No-one is going to die from this.

Let's get going.

"Denver had no time for diagnoses."

-Anaesthesia.
-"Mónica was losing a lot of blood.

If he didn't take the scalpels soon,

having spared her life would be in vain."

What kind of anaesthesia will you use?

In this cases like this it's better
to use total sedation.

No.

Better to use local anaesthesia.

So my friend and I can chat
during the surgery, can't we, Arturito?

Relax, relax.

Okay, okay, that's it.

And that clock, what's it for?

To control the duration
of the local anaesthesia, 25 minutes.

If anything should go wrong
during the surgery,

we should give him one more dose.

Show the clock on the screen.

"That operation was scheduled

and had to last exactly 25 minutes
as the inspector had ordered.

That timing would allow two
police officers wearing Dali face masks

inside the building

or, if it went wrong, two dead bodies
inside the ventilation ducts."

Drop the fucking rifle.

It's not loaded,
drop it before I get really pissed off.

The bullet in the chamber.

Suárez, do you read me?

-Duct clear.

"We're moving towards the target."

Turn around
and put your hands behind your head.

Now!

Now!

So.

What now? Not so tough now, are you?

Move, for fuck's sake, move!

Shoot now.

You fucking crazy little girl.
On your knees!

Scalpel.

Stop, stop, stop.
It's me who gives the arms out here.

Scalpel.

You nailed it earlier on,
didn't you, Arturo?

Changing your wife's name.

Of course, it's normal.

Fornicating in the mornings with Mónica,

spending the afternoons with Laura...

It's normal to get confused.

But I love them both.

That's the truth.

When you're in my situation,
it's very easy to judge. Everyone...

thinks you're a scoundrel,

a son of a bitch.

Far be it from me,
to make moral judgments.

I can understand everything.

You can talk freely
about anything with me.

But, in fact I'm a wretch,

a poor man who is in love with two women

and who hasn't got the guts,
to choose one of them.

-What the fuck did you do that for?
-I don't know, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

On the ground!

-You're 11 metres from the entrance.
-"Copy that."

Proceeding.

Fucking spoiled little brat!

-I'm sorry.
-Shut the fuck up!

Don't tell me your life story, okay?

I'm not the fucking friend
of the outcast, understood?

If you go around begging for
your kidnapper's friendship,

you're really screwed.

Do you know what...?

I'm only six weeks pregnant and...

I'm more concerned
about the kid's life than my own?

You need more than an infection

to stop children
from taking on the world, my dear.

Listen, what's your name?

Moscow, they call me Moscow.

Listen, Moscow,

and what's it like...

being...?

I mean, being a parent.

Being a parent...

You see, being a parent means that
all of a sudden a pile of problems

fall square on your shoulders
and for the rest of your life.

In a few words,
being worried for the rest of your life.

First, it's the baby's colds.

That means you'll be
in the emergency room every weekend

instead of going for a drink.

I don't mind, I don't drink.

You don't know what you're missing,
you don't know how good a Pacharán feels

when you leave him
there sleeping like an angel in his cot.

And then there's school.

The fear...

that all parents feel of...

your son being the dummy
and the punching bag in his class.

I mean, what's known as "bullying" now.

The fact is that in my case...

it was my son who did the beating.

He was being expelled all the time.

I can't tell how many schools
he went to, that...

And then his Mum, poor her,
she had her bad habits...

Well, not that poor...

She dumped me there, on my own...

Soldiering.

Because in the end, all you want is...

him to be normal,

him not to end up
on a corner, smoking joints

instead of going to school.

But being a parent...

is good. It's very...

Hey, no, no! Mónica, stay with me!

Look at me, look at me!
Stay with me, darling.

-Come on, look at me!
-Dad!

-That's it.
-What's wrong?

-What's wrong?
-Nothing, it's okay.

-Yes?
-Her temperature is too high.

No, don't stop looking at me.
Let's see, look at me, that's it.

I've got everything with me.

"Five minutes left
for the doctors to come out."

Copy that.

-It's out.

Thanks.

And now you stitch him up.

Who, me?

Yes, you.

You're a nurse, aren't you?

-Yes, I am.
-So, then.

It's local anaesthesia.

We put it on the wound
and in a jiffy... no pain.

Yes.

Come on, allow me, I'll do it.

-You keep checking her pulse.
-Right.

There we go...
Done, now, that's it, that's it.

Do you know what I'm going to do
when... I get out of here?

I'm going to study long-distance.

You haven't studied in your whole life.

I'm not saying that I'll study medicine,
but I'll...

take it up where I left it, you know?

This is going to hurt a little more, okay?

Look, look. Oh!

Done.

Right, done.

-Ready.
-Ready.

Now, in five minutes
it'll start working and...

we'll start to open up, okay?

-Come on.
-Ready.

-You're within two metres of the entrance.
-We can visualise the target.

Let's see...

I'm not feeling well.
I think I'm going to be sick.

Are you a nurse, or a ballet dancer?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm a nurse,

but I'm not used to working
surrounded by guns.

Right, that's enough. I'll stitch him up.

But I want everyone to remain silent
please.

Come on, start.

Tweezers.

The Professor wants to speak to you.

All right. Take the nurse
to the toilet so he can vomit.

If he doesn't, put his head
inside the loo until he does it.

Do you hear me? Until he does.

Good bye, Arturo.

Come on.

Walk.

Walk.

They're broadcasting on short wave
and it's encrypted, so they're getting in,

-but I don't know where from.
-Copy, I'm moving to plan B.

"Okay and get the medical team
out of there right now."

Now.

"My darling, be strong. I'm fine.
I love you. Mónica."

-What the fuck do you want?
-I don't know. I saw that earlier and...

And it drew my attention.

I didn't know what it was.

-Sorry.
-Okay, I forgive you.

Okay, see you later.

What are you doing?

Beat it, will you?
I don't want any chitchat.

How old is he?

Your son.

Seven.

He's seven.

Where's he?

With his father?

With his father? Not with him.
He's never been with his father.

We don't know anything about his father.

What's his name?

Axel.

His name's Axel.

It means "axe."

-Axe.
-Yes.

-And he's an ace.
-Right...

Just like his mother.

That child is a survivor, you know?

He has survived everything.

He's like a cork in the middle of the sea,

he doesn't sink.

That's the way he is.

When he was three...

I had to take him away
from my mother's house

because her husband...

gave him liquor when I wasn't there,
because his crying bothered him.

So I took him away.

Only the two of us, not needing a family.

Me and him.

And we were motherfucking great.

But I screwed it up.

One day...

I had to go to get pills to sell.

And...

And I left him alone.

For five minutes.

I'd be away five minutes, right?

And he made a mess

with the fucking Spider-Man.

I piss on Spider-Man!

Because he wanted to be a superhero.

He climbed everywhere.
He climbed very well.

And he got to the terrace
through the window.

There he took a chair, went on the chair

and shouted: "Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

He was three and a half.

Sure, five minutes later

we had a police patrol, the firemen...

Everybody.

They caught me with the pills,

with a record,

without a job.

And to prison I went.

So my child started moving
from one foster family to the next,

from hand to hand.

And I got nothing.

Nothing, huh?

I wasn't allowed
a single visit, a single call...

Nothing.

Then I was released from prison...

and nothing happened.

They didn't give him back to me.

-Have you seen him again?
-They won't let me.

But...

I know where he is.

-Really?
-He's in the Canary islands.

He's with a family who owns a hotel.

He's fine.

Are you going to go and get him?

I'm taking him...

and that's final.

To the other side of the world.

I'm telling you one thing.

In this robbery

nobody's going to screw it up,
me or anyone,

if somebody makes a mess of it,
I'll destroy his life.

Of all the plans all these people have,

yours...

is the best.

And I'm telling you another thing...

Do you like tequila?

It's 4:03 am.

There's a lesson early in the morning.

Plastic explosive.

Sorry.

It'd be great if you were
rested for the class.

-We couldn't sleep.
-Go to bed.

-The three of us together?
-Each of us to their bed.

The pyjamas look
really good on you, Professor.

Now.

Now.

And you... And you with the lights.

That guy really turns me on,
he really turns me on.

-He really turns me on!
-Really? I can't tell at all.

Can you notice?

-A lot.
-Let him notice.

What a racket, man!

"Deputy inspector Ángel knew
in less than a second

that they had lost another battle.

Those sinister masks
meant that they were going to throw

two men in at the deep end.

He also knew that the guy
who had planned the robbery

was smarter
and had more imagination than the police,

the CNI and the Intervention Unit,

and when they're well ahead of you,

it's time to run."

We have to leave now.

Miss, excuse me, we're done here.
Can we go now, please?

-Yes.
-Yes?

Calmly.

You, follow me.

Doctor, doctor!

Just one moment.

One minute, 30 seconds.

-What's wrong?
-They have frequency inhibitors.

Suárez, do you copy?

They've installed frequency inhibitors.

I think we're about to lose communication.

"Do you read me?"

There are frequency inhibitors.
We're losing communication.

Suárez.

How did the surgery go?

Well, but we should come back in 24 hours.

Thank you for your interest,
but, for the post-op

we have enough qualified people.

My friend, the nurse...
Are you feeling better now?

-Yes, yes, thanks.
-I'm glad to hear.

Excuse me if I can't see you off,
but I leave you in good hands.

Good bye.

-Good bye.
-Good bye.

Give our regards to the people outside!

-Did you tell Arturo that I'm fine?
-Sorry?

Did you tell Arturo that I'm alive?

-Yes. No... I didn't tell him.
-Did you or you didn't?

I gave him the note.

And what did he say?

Damn, he was overjoyed. He was overjoyed,
what was he supposed to say?

-That...
-Go on.

That...

-That he loves you very much.
-What else?

He said that...

That when you two get out of here,
he's going to take you to Australia.

To Australia?

Yes.

I can't see it.

He also told me that he doesn't know
what you saw in him to like him.

-To Australia?
-Yes, Australia.

It's his wife's dream destination.

Besides, Arturo knows
I'm scared of flying.

What happened?
His wife went in with the doctors?

-Has Laura been here?
-No.

-Yes.
-He told her on the phone.

-Suárez!
-Command post, do you read me?

Command post, do you read me?

Shit.

Inspector, the surgeons are coming out.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Run, run now. Run now. Run now! Hurry!

"Come on, out!"

Ángel is running in.
Something's gone wrong.

Abort! They've changed their face masks.

They're not wearing the Dali ones.
They're going straight to their slaughter.

What?

Listen up, do not go in.

Suárez, do you read me?

Target reached.

We're proceeding to remove the flap
and we'll be in.

What are you doing?

A bullet.

A bullet wound.

Wow! Wow! Wow, Moscow!
It's a real bloodbath!

-Move, let me do it!
-"Then something unexpected happened.

Nairobi did her best and used
her meticulousness for the greater good.

Instead of telling on them,
she helped Moscow save Mónica's life..."

I'm going to get some fresh air.

-"...Or at least her leg."
-For fuck's sake!

"She really hadn't come to kill anyone."

-Damn, come on!
-"And as I told you before,

she wasn't going to let anything
screw the Professor's plan up."

Suárez, do you read me?
They've changed the face masks.

There's interference. Command
post, do you copy? I can't hear you.

They're not wearing the Dali face masks!
It's fucking suicide.

"Attention, do you read me?"

Do not go in, I repeat, do not go in!

-Proceeding to draw weapons
and we're in.

-Do not go in! Do not go in!

"That's an order!"

"They have changed their masks.
They're not wearing the Dali face masks.

Attention, do you read me?

"Do not go in!"

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