La casa de papel (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - El que la sigue la consigue - full transcript
The professor talks with Raquel's mother on stressful conditions. Darphanede wants thieves to choose between money and freedom from the hostages.
THE FACTS AND SCENARIOS
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS
Attention!
Explosion inside the building.
I want communication
with the SWAT team, now.
Teams 1 and 2,
go to the area of the incident.
Go, go!
Priority: rescuing the hostages.
Assessment of possible entry.
Click on the camera in the loading area.
That's the one.
"Attention, there's some movement.
There are people walking out.
We've got a clear shot,
I repeat, clear shot."
They're hostages.
They're hostages.
"We have visual. We await confirmation."
"You know when there's gridlock
after a road accident
is not due to the accident itself.
It's because the other car drivers
stop to watch.
They can't help it.
Because deep down we're as basic
as a mosquito attracted to light,
as any insect
that tries to escape when you cage it.
And Inspector Murillo
isn't much more complex
than others."
Can I have a white coffee
with extra coffee?
"That's why she was there,
washing her armpits
and smiling stupidly at the mirror,
as her partner was fighting for his life."
Confirmed. They're hostages. Confirmed.
Rescue protocol.
"I want a clean extraction."
Move forward!
-Let's go.
-Let's go!
We need to get them out of here.
Come on, we need to get out.
Come on!
-Move fast, quick.
-Come on, come on.
Move, come on, get out!
Medical team, ready.
I want all the hostages here. Come on!
-Come on, come on.
-Come on.
You'll be fine here, move.
Please, back off for one second.
Clear.
Let's continue.
Clear, again.
"We have visual inside."
-He's wearing a Dalí face mask.
-It's a robber.
The conditions for entry are good.
-"We're waiting for orders."
-SWAT team, ready.
We're going in.
"The world could've collapsed around her
but she was only thinking of...
nothing,
the way you feel when you've just
had the shag of the century.
But there's always something
that brings you back to reality
and it's not usually in a placid way."
"Witnesses there
are talking about a big deflagration
inside the Fábrica Nacional
de Moneda y Timbre,
and that between 15 and 16 hostages
managed to escape.
Their identities are yet unknown.
Apparently, they have not been
seriously injured.
And now, breaking news.
Detective Ángel Rubio,
one of the officers
in charge of the crisis with hostages,
has been involved in a severe car accident
on the M-506,
from Getafe to Pinto, in Madrid.
His vehicle skidded off the road
and has rolled over several times.
The detective is receiving
medical attention
and it's yet unknown
what his physical condition is.
There were no other vehicles
involved in the accident.
It is also unknown
whether the accident was due
to mechanical failure or distraction."
Yes?
-Nairobi, are you all right?
-I think I have a temperature.
Let me see.
No, you don't seem to have a temperature.
Perhaps it was the barbecue.
I'm not feeling well, either.
Then lie down here.
There's plenty of room.
Mr Prof, I won't bite you.
Is it me or...
there's some tension in the atmosphere?
-Tension, you think.
-Yes.
Here.
It might be the four months
we've been confined here or...
or the temperature or...
or that you have sex appeal.
Don't you find me attractive?
Oh man, well...
Nairobi, there's no doubt...
you're a woman with a lot of temperament,
you're a racial woman,
a striking woman, no doubt.
And I, of course, I'm sensitive
to such stimulus, surely I am.
It goes without saying.
But those kind of relationships
are not allowed,
interpersonal ones, I mean.
I see, but I'm not actually asking you
to marry me, Mr Prof.
-I know, but really, I can't...
-A quickie.
Please.
Gosh.
Okay, fine.
I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings,
but, really, we can't.
No, you haven't hurt my feelings.
As a matter of fact, I think
you're the man who's treated me
the best in my whole life.
You and your plan.
Tokyo told me
that the plan wasn't your idea.
But you didn't tell her whose idea it was.
The most important person of my life.
I was a sick child, you know?
And a sick adolescent.
So I was bedridden in hospital
for many years
reading. Reading extensively.
My father
used to tell me stories,
he used to tell me...
about the plots of films of robberies
he had seen.
What a character.
Wasn't he? Your father,
instead of telling you "Ugly duckling."
One day
he told me about the plot of the most
extraordinary film ever made.
"Did you know that money is made
by a machine, right?", he said.
And I told him
I didn't.
"And that machine is in a place
called 'Money House'.
And with a plan, a master plan,
it has to be a master plan,
don't you ever forget it,
someone could make their way in
and make as much money as they wanted
without stealing from anyone.
Do you understand?"
That day he was shot multiple times
at the doors of the Hispano Americano bank.
He didn't tell me
about the plot of any film.
He was narrating his own robberies.
You could make your dreams come true
without hurting anyone.
SUNDAY
11:51 PM
Move!
Move!
"Sir, there's movement inside.
62 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
-They're closing the entrance."
-Covering fire.
Covering fire!
A pole!
We need to get some poles
to make a buttress. Hurry!
And Oslo! Find Oslo!
Remove that.
Dad, I can't, I can't.
Damn it! Helsinki!
Helsinki!
Helsinki!
Dad, Dad, get that!
I'm going to check on Helsinki! Cover me!
Covering fire, be ready.
Three, two, one! Fire!
Fuck!
Helsinki.
Help!
Where, where?
Where?
-No, no, no.
-The vest stopped the bullet.
You're not wounded.
SWAT teams, we throw smoke grenades
and we go in
through the flanks. Let's go.
Covering fire, now.
Throw the smoke on my command.
Now!
The SWAT have thermal imaging equipment.
That smoke will block our sight.
Get rid of it. Come on, Moscow!
-They're coming in.
-We have to put the plate back.
Inside.
Covering fire. Three, two, one, fire!
Fucking shit!
They're getting in! They're almost here!
They're getting in! They're here!
-Cover me, cover me, cover me.
-Where are you going?
I'm coming.
Take cover!
A machine gun!
Everyone take cover.
They're using big calibre.
Close, close!
Fuck!
Come on, come on, come on!
Help!
A drill! Come on, hurry up, Berlin.
Quick!
-Where is Oslo?
-I don't know, haven't seen him.
Mari Carmen, I'm sorry.
Ángel's things.
What happened?
He'd been drinking before the crash.
I spoke to the police.
He phoned you 16 times.
What happened?
What did you say to him?
Nothing, I didn't...
I didn't answer his calls.
I was in an operation.
Tell me what happened
between you two, please.
Ángel flipped his car.
He invaded the opposite lane.
And he swerved as if he wanted
to put an end to everything.
A friend of his, in the traffic branch,
sent me this video.
Tell me.
Why did my husband try to kill himself?
I don't know.
-Things were not going well at work.
-At work?
I've been waiting for seven years,
seven years waiting for that one day
he would stop being in love with you.
And now the only thing I hope
is that he wakes up.
"Why didn't you call me, huh?"
Why?
"Where the hell were you?"
Where the hell?
Wounded man! Wounded man! Help me!
"What happened?"
Helsinki, what happened?
Hostages, escape.
Strong whack, brain injury.
Denver, did you know about the escape?
Which hostage arranged the escape?
Which hostage arranged the escape?
Arturo. He told me, but I...
didn't get there in time.
Arturo.
Helsinki.
Helsinki.
Oslo is not well.
No.
He's badly injured.
No, no.
Not badly injured.
Not badly injured.
He just needs rest and medicine.
Time for medicine.
-Why has he got his eyes opened?
-I, now give medicine.
Anti-inflammatories
and heparin.
And go to sleep.
And tomorrow, Oslo better.
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
Moscow, you don't worry.
Oslo and I have had
worse colds than this one.
Worse colds.
[SPEAKS MORE RUSSIAN]
"Oslo's eyes never twinkled,
but now we all looked the same way,
sad and absent.
Hope is like dominoes,
once one falls, the others follow.
And the hostages noticed we were fucked."
Last night we heard the shots.
Anyone injured?
I won't shut my mouth.
-Sit down.
-One of my pupils is missing,
Pablo Ruiz,
and I want to know where he is.
Sit down.
I said sit down!
Your pupil escaped
with a group of hostages.
They blew up a charge and fled.
You don't have to worry about anyone.
They're all fine.
What's that freak doing?
Madam, sit down
and stop clapping your hands.
Sit down.
Sit down, now!
Madam, sit down.
On the ground.
On the ground!
For fuck's sake,
everyone on the ground, damn it!
On the ground!
Sit down!
Fucking hell, on the ground!
Make them stop.
Stop!
Stop!
I said, stop!
Everyone sit down.
Sit down.
Sit down, please.
Well, look.
No, Moscow.
-What?
-First, open eyes.
Look where shoot.
Hold gun.
Relax elbow.
-But, you wear thongs, don't you?
-I'm not going to wear knickers.
-I'm not wearing any, I left them at home.
-No.
Then neither will I.
-So you rob with a bare cock?
-Don't be so filthy-minded.
-Bare cock.
-The hostages...
Quiet.
What's the matter?
As time progresses
the hostages will stop being compliant.
When they see there are no releases,
that there isn't any progress,
their survival instinct
will make them take action.
And what will they do?
The Numismatics people will do
a Bruce Willis?
Something like that, Nairobi.
They'll try to escape.
Or they'll escape.
-No.
-That's possible, it can happen.
We're armed.
At that point, the other hostages
will stop fearing us.
If that happens, it's extremely important
to regain control and, if required,
we'll do it using empathy,
creating an atmosphere
of much more solid trust than what
we had up to that point.
Trust and M-16s,
don't go together, do they?
Then we'll have to find things
that bring us closer to the hostages.
Let's see.
What unites people, huh?
Football.
Football is a good example.
But there's something
that unites people ever more
than football.
Sex?
Yes, sex brings people together,
but in couples.
-Or not.
-Careful.
Usually.
There's... There are, well...
There are threesomes and even foursomes
-and even structures of group.
-Structures?
But it goes without saying
that there's no room for that
-in our plan.
-Ay, sorry, guys.
Thank goodness.
With my luck, if we organise an orgy,
I'm sure I'll have this one behind me.
But, Professor,
what unites more than sex?
What unites us?
All of us, I mean.
Well, I've become very fond
of you all, but, honestly,
money.
Money.
And we might not have other things,
but we'll have loads of money.
I've been giving it a lot of thought
about how to turn our hostages
into our business partners.
And, well, I've come to the conclusion.
Money
or freedom.
Have you ever thought,
I mean like in fantasy,
of putting price on yourself?
I'm telling you I'm in.
Think it over, Mr Torres,
you've got two hours.
I have nothing to think over.
I'm talking about the pain,
the pain we're causing you.
I'm working here better
than I've ever worked in my whole life.
What would be a hostage's minimum salary?
I thought of a million euros,
Just like that, tax free.
You won't fool me.
-I know perfectly how this works.
-Really?
You know how hard it is,
and you know that your profession
is something that's in your blood.
I've never had a boss like you,
Ms. Nairobi.
It's that or the second option.
-Which is the second option?
-Leave just like that, with nothing.
Like I'm telling you, but empty handed.
How will we get
a million euros out of here?
Hidden in our underwear?
You give me the address
of a first cousin of yours, a friend,
and I'll make sure you receive an envelope
with your money in five, or six months
-after getting out of here.
-Think it over.
It's different raising a son
with a million under your mattress.
So...
Freedom
or the money.
One million.
There was a camera,
at the toilets entrance.
And in this corridor
I think there was another one.
So you say that apart from the building's
own cameras, they installed more.
Yes, those ones were different.
We were digging a tunnel for them.
It was in the basement.
There was a lot of ammunition.
Enough for a war,
there were boxes full of bullets,
chargers, explosives.
Yes, these three were part of the gang.
There was eight of them,
two of them foreigners.
Could you say if any of them
was the Professor?
Their names were city names.
Berlin.
-Moscow.
-Denver.
-Nairobi.
-Helsinki.
-She is Tokyo.
-This one was Rio.
He was the least dangerous of them.
He was watching Alison.
Was Alison in a different place
from the rest of the hostages?
Yes, sometimes she was kept separately.
One of the foreigners is injured
or dead.
We hit him on the head with a pipe.
Oslo was his name.
If you'll excuse me, you can take a break.
Go have a coffee or something to eat.
-Okay.
-Lobo, escort him outside.
Have a seat.
These are Ángel's glasses.
They inserted a microphone in them,
a Keylock 2010
with an audio range of 1,500 metres.
They must have done it
when he went in with the paramedics.
Ángel is not a traitor.
Raquel.
I know what's crossing
your mind right now.
But you were just doing your job.
Any of us would have done the same.
All the evidence pointed at him.
I was also wrong.
SECOND IN CHARGE
OF HEIST CRISIS
AT FÁBRICA DE MONEDA Y TIMBRE
IN COMA AFTER
CAR ACCIDENT
"You have a new message.
Raquel, it's me again.
Phone me, your voice mailbox is full.
We have him, listen, we have him.
We have the guy
who is helping them from outside.
Yes, it's Salva, Salva.
Salva, the one that makes cider.
He was in the wrecking yard.
He threatened the Russian guy.
For heaven's sake, he's using you, damn it.
His fingerprints are in the patrol car.
He's got closer to you
to learn about the investigation.
He's using you.
To return the phone call press...."
"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer you right now.
If it's urgent,
leave a message after the beep."
"The voice mailbox of the number
you have dialled is full."
Ángel was phoning me all evening,
But I didn't pick up his phone calls.
Sixteen phone calls.
He phoned me 16 times.
And I didn't answer the phone.
"Raquel.
Raquel, it's Ángel.
Listen to me,
I'm asking you to reconsider.
Look, I can understand your rage.
-I've also...."
-Unplug the loudspeaker or turn it down.
"...the first row we've had.
I must be an asshole
or whatever you say,"
but I'm not the mole.
I'm not the mole, for heaven's sake.
"You'll ruin my life, Raquel.
Phone me.
Raquel."
Why the hell won't you pick up?
Huh? After 15 years with you,
"besides you like a fucking fool.
And not to get closer to you,
no, because of friendship."
Because of love, do you hear me?
"Because of love.
I was very close
to givng-up everything,"
To ditching Mari Carmen for a bitch
that not even Prieto would fuck.
"Do you hear me? Yes, you're a bitch."
A selfish and obsessive bitch.
You're a fucking bitch, a fucking bitch.
A cunt licker.
"Frigid, for fuck's sake, a...."
"How many punches can you take
before falling on the canvass?
If you are Raquel Murillo, many.
But there's something wrong in being good
at rolling with the punches."
"Attention, inspector Murillo
is approaching the front wall."
"If the punches don't cease,
you'll end up falling down the same.
And when you fall down,
it'll be as if all the punches
were taken at the same time."
Raquel!
-Raquel!
-Raquel!
Raquel!
"Murillo stopped hearing,
stopped thinking.
She just walked on."
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
"It was an empty body
searching for an end to all this."
Raquel!
Come!
Let's go, let's go!
Excuse me, I didn't quite understand you.
Freedom.
-I said I want...
-No, no.
Wait, before you give me
a serious answer, I want...
I'd like to you to take into account
a couple of considerations.
The first one is...
You must consider
that you and I have a relationship.
And the second
is that freedom carries
a lot of unexpected situations,
risks and terrible things, perhaps,
that for me, personally, are scary.
Do you know that eagle chicks
often fall before their time
and crash onto the rocks?
That makes me scared.
Or baby rabbits, leverets,
that are in their dens.
They see the sunlight,
and come out,
and a wolf breaks their neck in one bite.
That makes me scared.
No, Ariadna, because...
Perhaps now,
at this particular moment, leaving is
far more dangerous
than staying.
And I wouldn't want anything like that
happening to you, Ariadna.
I don't want you
to become distressed, either.
I don't want that. I'll give you
two hours to think about it.
I must leave.
I'm pregnant,
I need to see a gynaecologist,
well, also the orthopaedic surgeon.
Or whatever doctor. You see, I don't know
which specialist I have to see
for a bullet wound in your leg.
It'll be the internal medicine doctor,
won't it? I don't know.
Let's see, what's wrong?
The million euros is not appealing enough?
-With that money your life is sorted.
-It depends.
If the wound becomes gangrenous
and I end up limping...
If that happens,
we'll think of what to do.
You don't need to expect the worst outcome.
Hear me?
Besides, you're looked-after here,
aren't you?
You've got your own bedroom, Mónica
Gaztambide's Presidential suite, right?
You might even miss us...
if you go.
Why are you insisting on me staying?
You haven't fallen in love,
have you?
It's not true.
Listen, look at me, are you serious?
-So what if I am serious?
-Let's see...
-You can't fall in love in 60 hours.
-Well, in 60 hours...
In 60 hours I shot you,
I extracted the bullet.
You found out you were pregnant,
then it's abortion yes, abortion no,
shall I break up with my boyfriend.
You have sex with me.
If you give me 24 more hours,
I might ask you to marry me.
And then 24 hours later, we get a divorce.
What the fuck does time matter
inside here?
-In the end time is something that...
-All right.
All right, what?
I'll stay.
But to get married and that
you'll have to give me a little more time.
I don't know, 16 minutes or so.
RAQUEL'S UNKNOWN'S TELEPHONE
Hello?
Sorry to phone you again.
It's Raquel's mother.
As the other day you were
so close to my daughter,
you see, I have an urgent message
from detective Ángel.
"And I can't get through to her.
Are you near her?"
Not now,
but I'll be seeing her in a moment.
"If you tell me,
I may be able to talk to her."
Thank you ever so much,
because it seemed important.
What message?
I'll read it for you.
Yes, "we have him, we have the fucking guy
"who is helping them from outside.
It's the guy that makes cider,
the one who was in the wrecking yard,
the one who threatened
the Russian guy", one second.
"His fingerprints were in the patrol car.
We have him.
I'm on my way to the tent
and I'll tell you everything."
Have you written it all down?
Yes, don't worry.
-"I'll take care of it."
-Well, thank you very much again.
-"Thank you so much."
-Oh, it's nothing.
"The Professor had built a plan down
to the last millimetre.
Each movement of the police,
any possible mistake from his gang,
the hostages' behaviour,
each variable, everything.
And then, when he thought
everything was under his control,
he found out that it wasn't so.
It would have never crossed his mind
that to avoid the whole plan
going down the toilet,
he would have to kill.
Kill the mother of the woman
he was falling in love with.
And, of course,
no-one is prepared for that."
What did you give me?
An intravenous sedative.
Have you already spoken to the hostages?
What did they say?
So far they've confirmed
that they're building a tunnel.
We're going to locate the exact position.
And what we already know,
that they are armed to the teeth.
Raquel.
You're the most qualified person
to lead this operation,
but it's high time you had a rest.
Don't worry about anything.
The superintendent is on his way
to fill-in for you.
So you can go home for a few hours.
You have to sleep.
Can I make a phone call?
Sure.
Here.
"Salva, it's Raquel."
Look, I need you to come over
to get me out of here.
This is the worst day of my life"
and I have to get away from this tent,
from this city.
Salva, are you there?
I can't, there's something I have to do.
Sure, sure, I understand.
"To phone like this
is a bit...."
-Good morning.
-Hello.
Can I help you?
I'm Salva, your daughter's friend.
-We spoke on the phone.
-Yes, yes, of course.
Come in, come in.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Come in.
He's not reacting.
I don't want to be pessimistic,
but I'm afraid his brain injury
has caused irreversible damage.
What? Are you a neurosurgeon?
We don't know.
We must take him to a hospital.
He might still have a chance to be cured.
No-one leaves.
Do you hear me? With hole or not hole.
-You know what the Professor said.
-I couldn't care less about the Professor.
Where was the Professor
when the 16 hostages were escaping?
Where was he
when they smashed Oslo's head in?
We open the doors, call the police and let
the paramedics come and take him out.
What the fuck are you talking about?
The rules were clear, no-one goes out.
We all agreed, Oslo too.
16 hostages have escaped.
The rules have changed.
The hostages don't know
what's happening here, Oslo does.
And so what? If he can't even speak.
Even if he could he wouldn't betray us.
Damn, let's vote.
This isn't a nice democracy.
It isn't, no.
We open the doors
and we let Oslo out.
No-one is leaving.
Berlin.
Oslo isn't leaving.
Me speak with Oslo before entering.
Wound doesn't matter.
Death before prison.
You understand?
Yes.
Me take care of Oslo.
I must say, you have a beautiful house.
Thank you very much.
Raquel is not at home.
Poor her, she works so hard...
I was having a coffee.
Would you like one?
-I wouldn't want to trouble you.
-It'll only take me a few minutes.
-Ah, then, thank you very much.
-Very well. Have a seat.
"There are 10,000 ways
to kill an elderly woman,
but the Professor was no hitman.
He was more of a chess player
for whom the world of crime was too big.
So he chose a cleaner
and more intelligent option.
Pour 2.5 milligrams of dioxin
into the old lady's coffee,
wait until the cardiac arrest
occurred due to the drug
and vanish."
Any sugar?
Yes, please, three spoonfuls.
You have a sweet tooth, haven't you?
So have I.
But I shouldn't.
"Three spoonfuls of sugar and one of dioxin.
In 15 minutes time
she would have a heart attack.
In 30 minutes Raquel
would find her mother's body.
In an hour, a coroner
would authorise the removal of the body
as it was a cardiovascular heart attack.
No signs of violence,
the victim's age, the door closed,
inside her home.
There would be no autopsy,
and the Professor knew it."
Thank you.
"Clean and simple."
My daughter didn't come home last night.
Was she with you?
Well...
Well, actually, she was.
Yesterday we met-up.
Well.
Did you make love?
Well...
Actually we did.
I'm glad.
Sorry for prying into your life,
but I'm really glad.
My daughter desperately needs to be loved
and someone to make love to her.
And a man who is a good man.
And you seem a good man.
I can see it in your eyes.
Excuse me.
I've dropped it.
As we get older we become clumsy...
Excuse me.
Oslo won't speak again.
I'm very sorry, it's...
-It's very tragic.
-You knew about escape?
No.
Denver tell me.
You knew about escape.
'Know' as such, I didn't know.
I could hint something,
and I told Denver to help.
They hit him with this pipe
behind back.
Oslo friend.
Me and Oslo, together in war,
peace together,
robberies together,
prison together.
Oslo friend.
You understand, Arturo?
On your knees.
Did you really think
we wouldn't try to escape,
that we wouldn't defend ourselves,
that we would stand there
watching how you killed us,
how you tortured us, how you raped us?
One and a thousand times
I would do it again.
If you're going to do it, hit me hard,
because if you don't kill me,
I might kill you afterwards.
I came to work
as I would any other day
without harming anyone,
only to fulfil my duty.
Who do you think the good guys are,
Helsinki?
You?
Finish quickly, please.
Bring me over the dustpan and the mop,
they are there, in that corner, please.
Thank you.
I'll do it.
"I don't live in Almazán now,
I live in Madrid.
I have two daughters: Raquel y Laura.
I'll never go to an old people's home.
Raquel is a serious woman,
but she loves me very much."
"We have him, it's the cider guy.
His fingerprints were in the patrol car."
-Do you mind if I make a phone call?
-No, of course not.
"Raquel, it's me again.
Phone me, your voice mailbox is full.
We have him, listen, we have him.
We have the guy
who is helping them from outside.
Yes, it's Salva, Salva.
Salva, the guy who makes cider.
He was in the wrecking yard,
he threatened the Russian guy.
For fuck's sake, he's using you, damn it.
His fingerprints are in the patrol car.
He's getting close to you
to know about the investigation.
If you wish to hear the message again,
press 1.
To delete it, press 2.
To save it, press...
Message deleted.
There are no more messages."
No-one is answering.
Salva?
But what are you doing here?
This was the thing I had to do.
The only thing, seiing as I left your
garden in such a bad state.
Isn't he adorable?
He's already told me
you made love.
-Mum.
-What?
I didn't say anything,
she must have suspected it.
Time to eat.
-Would like some pudding?
-Well, I'll have to taste some.
If there as tasty as this soup.
It's the best I've ever tasted
-in a very long time.
-Thank you.
Darling, don't play with your food.
You're hardly eating anything.
It's that job.
It makes her very stressed.
-The kidnapping, have you heard about it?
-Yes.
You're telling me.
I follow it constantly,
I'm following it in the press.
It's terrible what's happening.
I'm so worried.
There was some shooting
inside yesterday, huh?
Wasn't there, and some explosions.
No, I really...
those people armed to the teeth...
Who knows, any day,
something horrific will happen.
"There was shooting yesterday.
Armed to the teeth.
They have at least three M-16.
A Browning ground machine gun.
Retroxil, is a medicine.
In Toledo there has been
an unusual demand."
-Where was the last purchase?
-Here, in Palomeque.
18th of October.
Excuse me, I have to make a phone call.
But, darling...
Every day, it's the same.
Suárez, put me on the speakers.
Connect my mobile to the loudspeakers.
We have communication with the Inspector.
-Turn it up.
-Right, listen up everyone.
I need you to look for
"all the rural estates
where hunting is allowed"
within 100 kilometres' distance
from the pharmacy in Palomeque.
I want a map of Toledo now.
Look for a map,
-the perimeter of Palomeque.
-"If they bought medicine there,"
it means that they were close.
Fuck, why didn't I realise sooner?
Because they needed a place
where they could organise it, where they
could prepare their plan step by step.
They had to have target practice
before entering the Fábrica,
somewhere where the shots and detonations
wouldn't raise any alarms.
I want some units canvassing
the perimeter of Palomeque
within 100 kilometres, I want them now.
Documentation.
It must be a 100 hectares rural estate.
Look it up in the land registry.
With a house in it.
-Suárez, call me when you find something.
-I will.
You heard her. We have no time to waste,
let's get them, okay?
That estate, those units.
I want it all, I want it now.
Yes?
Are you alright?
Yes, a bit tired. Come in.
And dazed too.
They had to inject me a sedative
and, the truth is, I'm not used to.
I see, I'm not very clear-headed today,
either.
You'll excuse me, Salva, but I need
to lie down. I need to get some sleep.
Sure, sure.
The time has come to make a decision.
You have to choose between being
accomplices and getting a million euros
or being upright people and leaving.
Freedom
or one million euros.
If you stay with us
to see the end of this,
you'll receive, at home,
20,000 banknotes of 50 euros,
in an air-tight bag
like good ham.
Those who want to leave,
please, cross the line.
What will we do
with those who choose their freedom?
You'll take them downstairs
to the Fábrica basement
and lock them up there.
I know it's terrible, but...
those are precisely the ones
that could actually try to rise-up
for another rebellion.
And I need to protect you.
Why can't I choose to leave?
Because you're our top hostage, darling.
Really?
Do we need to explain it to you?
Move aside, you're in the way.
Okay, time is ticking. Now or never.
You can either cross the line
and leave
or stay with us
and get your million euros.
Very good.
Those wanting to leave,
put your hands on your head.
Move forward, through the door
to the loading area.
"What the Professor had achieved
was to divide the hostages
into those who would become our partners
and those who could still
complicate things.
At least that's what we thought."
Yes, Suárez.
Inspector, we have a rural estate.
It matches perfectly with the description.
-Where is it?
-"Near Palomeque",
the small town where the pharmacy is.
It's 640 hectares
"and it's private hunting land.
There's a house too"
big enough to plan a heist
of that magnitude.
-How did you find it?
-"A neighbour in the area
saw a group of youngsters
on the evening of San Juan.
"They didn't look like hunters,
but throughout the summer
-he heard explosions."
-Explosions.
Yes, explosions.
He doesn't quite know what they were,
"but he's sure they weren't
hunting rifles, not made with a cartridge."
I'll send units to the area
and arrange for an intervention team
-"for a possible armed assault."
-Very good.
Send the information to my mobile.
As soon as I can I'll head there.
Lobo, we have the all-clear,
we're setting off.
Units 1, 2 and 3 ready, now!
Salva, look, I'm not feeling well.
Can you drive?
-Yes.
-I need you to drive me somewhere.
Everything starts tomorrow.
Sergio...
I want you to promise me one thing.
If things go wrong,
you'll run away.
You won't be waiting at the hangar.
Nothing will go wrong.
You know, as I do,
that everything could go wrong.
I'll only go there if you promise me
that, if things are shot to hell,
you won't let them catch you.
I won't promise you that.
Either you promise me now or you won't
have a captain in charge from now on.
You already know me.
Nothing will go wrong, Andrés.
We're the Resistance, aren't we?
"The Professor's whole life
revolved around just one idea:
Resistance.
His grandfather,
who had resisted next to the partisans
to defeat the fascists in Italy
had taught him that song.
And later on
he taught us."
Six kilometres straight-on, and then
take the first diversion on the right.
Salva, can you drive a little faster.
You won't be fined with me here.
You're driving at 40 km/h.
Yes, true, I'm sorry.
I'm a bit dense today.
Wait for me here.
On the left side
and on the right side too.
No-one comes in without wearing a suit.
Whoever is not essential here
stay out of perimeter 1.
"Is that clear?
It's clear."
We hit the jackpot.
There's DNA of every type.
"I want the photographers
and the forensic branch in.
Take photographs of everything."
The whole house has to be combed,
every single corner.
"We are on the first floor.
There's an attic. It's amazing.
You won't believe what we've found."
Inspector.
You have to see this.
The whole thing is on the walls.
Timetables, photos, maps.
The whole fucking plan.
We have it, people.
"Their time is over."
TO BE CONTINUED...
REPRESENTED IN THIS SERIES
ARE FICTITIOUS
Attention!
Explosion inside the building.
I want communication
with the SWAT team, now.
Teams 1 and 2,
go to the area of the incident.
Go, go!
Priority: rescuing the hostages.
Assessment of possible entry.
Click on the camera in the loading area.
That's the one.
"Attention, there's some movement.
There are people walking out.
We've got a clear shot,
I repeat, clear shot."
They're hostages.
They're hostages.
"We have visual. We await confirmation."
"You know when there's gridlock
after a road accident
is not due to the accident itself.
It's because the other car drivers
stop to watch.
They can't help it.
Because deep down we're as basic
as a mosquito attracted to light,
as any insect
that tries to escape when you cage it.
And Inspector Murillo
isn't much more complex
than others."
Can I have a white coffee
with extra coffee?
"That's why she was there,
washing her armpits
and smiling stupidly at the mirror,
as her partner was fighting for his life."
Confirmed. They're hostages. Confirmed.
Rescue protocol.
"I want a clean extraction."
Move forward!
-Let's go.
-Let's go!
We need to get them out of here.
Come on, we need to get out.
Come on!
-Move fast, quick.
-Come on, come on.
Move, come on, get out!
Medical team, ready.
I want all the hostages here. Come on!
-Come on, come on.
-Come on.
You'll be fine here, move.
Please, back off for one second.
Clear.
Let's continue.
Clear, again.
"We have visual inside."
-He's wearing a Dalí face mask.
-It's a robber.
The conditions for entry are good.
-"We're waiting for orders."
-SWAT team, ready.
We're going in.
"The world could've collapsed around her
but she was only thinking of...
nothing,
the way you feel when you've just
had the shag of the century.
But there's always something
that brings you back to reality
and it's not usually in a placid way."
"Witnesses there
are talking about a big deflagration
inside the Fábrica Nacional
de Moneda y Timbre,
and that between 15 and 16 hostages
managed to escape.
Their identities are yet unknown.
Apparently, they have not been
seriously injured.
And now, breaking news.
Detective Ángel Rubio,
one of the officers
in charge of the crisis with hostages,
has been involved in a severe car accident
on the M-506,
from Getafe to Pinto, in Madrid.
His vehicle skidded off the road
and has rolled over several times.
The detective is receiving
medical attention
and it's yet unknown
what his physical condition is.
There were no other vehicles
involved in the accident.
It is also unknown
whether the accident was due
to mechanical failure or distraction."
Yes?
-Nairobi, are you all right?
-I think I have a temperature.
Let me see.
No, you don't seem to have a temperature.
Perhaps it was the barbecue.
I'm not feeling well, either.
Then lie down here.
There's plenty of room.
Mr Prof, I won't bite you.
Is it me or...
there's some tension in the atmosphere?
-Tension, you think.
-Yes.
Here.
It might be the four months
we've been confined here or...
or the temperature or...
or that you have sex appeal.
Don't you find me attractive?
Oh man, well...
Nairobi, there's no doubt...
you're a woman with a lot of temperament,
you're a racial woman,
a striking woman, no doubt.
And I, of course, I'm sensitive
to such stimulus, surely I am.
It goes without saying.
But those kind of relationships
are not allowed,
interpersonal ones, I mean.
I see, but I'm not actually asking you
to marry me, Mr Prof.
-I know, but really, I can't...
-A quickie.
Please.
Gosh.
Okay, fine.
I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings,
but, really, we can't.
No, you haven't hurt my feelings.
As a matter of fact, I think
you're the man who's treated me
the best in my whole life.
You and your plan.
Tokyo told me
that the plan wasn't your idea.
But you didn't tell her whose idea it was.
The most important person of my life.
I was a sick child, you know?
And a sick adolescent.
So I was bedridden in hospital
for many years
reading. Reading extensively.
My father
used to tell me stories,
he used to tell me...
about the plots of films of robberies
he had seen.
What a character.
Wasn't he? Your father,
instead of telling you "Ugly duckling."
One day
he told me about the plot of the most
extraordinary film ever made.
"Did you know that money is made
by a machine, right?", he said.
And I told him
I didn't.
"And that machine is in a place
called 'Money House'.
And with a plan, a master plan,
it has to be a master plan,
don't you ever forget it,
someone could make their way in
and make as much money as they wanted
without stealing from anyone.
Do you understand?"
That day he was shot multiple times
at the doors of the Hispano Americano bank.
He didn't tell me
about the plot of any film.
He was narrating his own robberies.
You could make your dreams come true
without hurting anyone.
SUNDAY
11:51 PM
Move!
Move!
"Sir, there's movement inside.
62 HOURS INTO THE ROBBERY
-They're closing the entrance."
-Covering fire.
Covering fire!
A pole!
We need to get some poles
to make a buttress. Hurry!
And Oslo! Find Oslo!
Remove that.
Dad, I can't, I can't.
Damn it! Helsinki!
Helsinki!
Helsinki!
Dad, Dad, get that!
I'm going to check on Helsinki! Cover me!
Covering fire, be ready.
Three, two, one! Fire!
Fuck!
Helsinki.
Help!
Where, where?
Where?
-No, no, no.
-The vest stopped the bullet.
You're not wounded.
SWAT teams, we throw smoke grenades
and we go in
through the flanks. Let's go.
Covering fire, now.
Throw the smoke on my command.
Now!
The SWAT have thermal imaging equipment.
That smoke will block our sight.
Get rid of it. Come on, Moscow!
-They're coming in.
-We have to put the plate back.
Inside.
Covering fire. Three, two, one, fire!
Fucking shit!
They're getting in! They're almost here!
They're getting in! They're here!
-Cover me, cover me, cover me.
-Where are you going?
I'm coming.
Take cover!
A machine gun!
Everyone take cover.
They're using big calibre.
Close, close!
Fuck!
Come on, come on, come on!
Help!
A drill! Come on, hurry up, Berlin.
Quick!
-Where is Oslo?
-I don't know, haven't seen him.
Mari Carmen, I'm sorry.
Ángel's things.
What happened?
He'd been drinking before the crash.
I spoke to the police.
He phoned you 16 times.
What happened?
What did you say to him?
Nothing, I didn't...
I didn't answer his calls.
I was in an operation.
Tell me what happened
between you two, please.
Ángel flipped his car.
He invaded the opposite lane.
And he swerved as if he wanted
to put an end to everything.
A friend of his, in the traffic branch,
sent me this video.
Tell me.
Why did my husband try to kill himself?
I don't know.
-Things were not going well at work.
-At work?
I've been waiting for seven years,
seven years waiting for that one day
he would stop being in love with you.
And now the only thing I hope
is that he wakes up.
"Why didn't you call me, huh?"
Why?
"Where the hell were you?"
Where the hell?
Wounded man! Wounded man! Help me!
"What happened?"
Helsinki, what happened?
Hostages, escape.
Strong whack, brain injury.
Denver, did you know about the escape?
Which hostage arranged the escape?
Which hostage arranged the escape?
Arturo. He told me, but I...
didn't get there in time.
Arturo.
Helsinki.
Helsinki.
Oslo is not well.
No.
He's badly injured.
No, no.
Not badly injured.
Not badly injured.
He just needs rest and medicine.
Time for medicine.
-Why has he got his eyes opened?
-I, now give medicine.
Anti-inflammatories
and heparin.
And go to sleep.
And tomorrow, Oslo better.
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
Moscow, you don't worry.
Oslo and I have had
worse colds than this one.
Worse colds.
[SPEAKS MORE RUSSIAN]
"Oslo's eyes never twinkled,
but now we all looked the same way,
sad and absent.
Hope is like dominoes,
once one falls, the others follow.
And the hostages noticed we were fucked."
Last night we heard the shots.
Anyone injured?
I won't shut my mouth.
-Sit down.
-One of my pupils is missing,
Pablo Ruiz,
and I want to know where he is.
Sit down.
I said sit down!
Your pupil escaped
with a group of hostages.
They blew up a charge and fled.
You don't have to worry about anyone.
They're all fine.
What's that freak doing?
Madam, sit down
and stop clapping your hands.
Sit down.
Sit down, now!
Madam, sit down.
On the ground.
On the ground!
For fuck's sake,
everyone on the ground, damn it!
On the ground!
Sit down!
Fucking hell, on the ground!
Make them stop.
Stop!
Stop!
I said, stop!
Everyone sit down.
Sit down.
Sit down, please.
Well, look.
No, Moscow.
-What?
-First, open eyes.
Look where shoot.
Hold gun.
Relax elbow.
-But, you wear thongs, don't you?
-I'm not going to wear knickers.
-I'm not wearing any, I left them at home.
-No.
Then neither will I.
-So you rob with a bare cock?
-Don't be so filthy-minded.
-Bare cock.
-The hostages...
Quiet.
What's the matter?
As time progresses
the hostages will stop being compliant.
When they see there are no releases,
that there isn't any progress,
their survival instinct
will make them take action.
And what will they do?
The Numismatics people will do
a Bruce Willis?
Something like that, Nairobi.
They'll try to escape.
Or they'll escape.
-No.
-That's possible, it can happen.
We're armed.
At that point, the other hostages
will stop fearing us.
If that happens, it's extremely important
to regain control and, if required,
we'll do it using empathy,
creating an atmosphere
of much more solid trust than what
we had up to that point.
Trust and M-16s,
don't go together, do they?
Then we'll have to find things
that bring us closer to the hostages.
Let's see.
What unites people, huh?
Football.
Football is a good example.
But there's something
that unites people ever more
than football.
Sex?
Yes, sex brings people together,
but in couples.
-Or not.
-Careful.
Usually.
There's... There are, well...
There are threesomes and even foursomes
-and even structures of group.
-Structures?
But it goes without saying
that there's no room for that
-in our plan.
-Ay, sorry, guys.
Thank goodness.
With my luck, if we organise an orgy,
I'm sure I'll have this one behind me.
But, Professor,
what unites more than sex?
What unites us?
All of us, I mean.
Well, I've become very fond
of you all, but, honestly,
money.
Money.
And we might not have other things,
but we'll have loads of money.
I've been giving it a lot of thought
about how to turn our hostages
into our business partners.
And, well, I've come to the conclusion.
Money
or freedom.
Have you ever thought,
I mean like in fantasy,
of putting price on yourself?
I'm telling you I'm in.
Think it over, Mr Torres,
you've got two hours.
I have nothing to think over.
I'm talking about the pain,
the pain we're causing you.
I'm working here better
than I've ever worked in my whole life.
What would be a hostage's minimum salary?
I thought of a million euros,
Just like that, tax free.
You won't fool me.
-I know perfectly how this works.
-Really?
You know how hard it is,
and you know that your profession
is something that's in your blood.
I've never had a boss like you,
Ms. Nairobi.
It's that or the second option.
-Which is the second option?
-Leave just like that, with nothing.
Like I'm telling you, but empty handed.
How will we get
a million euros out of here?
Hidden in our underwear?
You give me the address
of a first cousin of yours, a friend,
and I'll make sure you receive an envelope
with your money in five, or six months
-after getting out of here.
-Think it over.
It's different raising a son
with a million under your mattress.
So...
Freedom
or the money.
One million.
There was a camera,
at the toilets entrance.
And in this corridor
I think there was another one.
So you say that apart from the building's
own cameras, they installed more.
Yes, those ones were different.
We were digging a tunnel for them.
It was in the basement.
There was a lot of ammunition.
Enough for a war,
there were boxes full of bullets,
chargers, explosives.
Yes, these three were part of the gang.
There was eight of them,
two of them foreigners.
Could you say if any of them
was the Professor?
Their names were city names.
Berlin.
-Moscow.
-Denver.
-Nairobi.
-Helsinki.
-She is Tokyo.
-This one was Rio.
He was the least dangerous of them.
He was watching Alison.
Was Alison in a different place
from the rest of the hostages?
Yes, sometimes she was kept separately.
One of the foreigners is injured
or dead.
We hit him on the head with a pipe.
Oslo was his name.
If you'll excuse me, you can take a break.
Go have a coffee or something to eat.
-Okay.
-Lobo, escort him outside.
Have a seat.
These are Ángel's glasses.
They inserted a microphone in them,
a Keylock 2010
with an audio range of 1,500 metres.
They must have done it
when he went in with the paramedics.
Ángel is not a traitor.
Raquel.
I know what's crossing
your mind right now.
But you were just doing your job.
Any of us would have done the same.
All the evidence pointed at him.
I was also wrong.
SECOND IN CHARGE
OF HEIST CRISIS
AT FÁBRICA DE MONEDA Y TIMBRE
IN COMA AFTER
CAR ACCIDENT
"You have a new message.
Raquel, it's me again.
Phone me, your voice mailbox is full.
We have him, listen, we have him.
We have the guy
who is helping them from outside.
Yes, it's Salva, Salva.
Salva, the one that makes cider.
He was in the wrecking yard.
He threatened the Russian guy.
For heaven's sake, he's using you, damn it.
His fingerprints are in the patrol car.
He's got closer to you
to learn about the investigation.
He's using you.
To return the phone call press...."
"Hello, it's Raquel.
I can't answer you right now.
If it's urgent,
leave a message after the beep."
"The voice mailbox of the number
you have dialled is full."
Ángel was phoning me all evening,
But I didn't pick up his phone calls.
Sixteen phone calls.
He phoned me 16 times.
And I didn't answer the phone.
"Raquel.
Raquel, it's Ángel.
Listen to me,
I'm asking you to reconsider.
Look, I can understand your rage.
-I've also...."
-Unplug the loudspeaker or turn it down.
"...the first row we've had.
I must be an asshole
or whatever you say,"
but I'm not the mole.
I'm not the mole, for heaven's sake.
"You'll ruin my life, Raquel.
Phone me.
Raquel."
Why the hell won't you pick up?
Huh? After 15 years with you,
"besides you like a fucking fool.
And not to get closer to you,
no, because of friendship."
Because of love, do you hear me?
"Because of love.
I was very close
to givng-up everything,"
To ditching Mari Carmen for a bitch
that not even Prieto would fuck.
"Do you hear me? Yes, you're a bitch."
A selfish and obsessive bitch.
You're a fucking bitch, a fucking bitch.
A cunt licker.
"Frigid, for fuck's sake, a...."
"How many punches can you take
before falling on the canvass?
If you are Raquel Murillo, many.
But there's something wrong in being good
at rolling with the punches."
"Attention, inspector Murillo
is approaching the front wall."
"If the punches don't cease,
you'll end up falling down the same.
And when you fall down,
it'll be as if all the punches
were taken at the same time."
Raquel!
-Raquel!
-Raquel!
Raquel!
"Murillo stopped hearing,
stopped thinking.
She just walked on."
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
"It was an empty body
searching for an end to all this."
Raquel!
Come!
Let's go, let's go!
Excuse me, I didn't quite understand you.
Freedom.
-I said I want...
-No, no.
Wait, before you give me
a serious answer, I want...
I'd like to you to take into account
a couple of considerations.
The first one is...
You must consider
that you and I have a relationship.
And the second
is that freedom carries
a lot of unexpected situations,
risks and terrible things, perhaps,
that for me, personally, are scary.
Do you know that eagle chicks
often fall before their time
and crash onto the rocks?
That makes me scared.
Or baby rabbits, leverets,
that are in their dens.
They see the sunlight,
and come out,
and a wolf breaks their neck in one bite.
That makes me scared.
No, Ariadna, because...
Perhaps now,
at this particular moment, leaving is
far more dangerous
than staying.
And I wouldn't want anything like that
happening to you, Ariadna.
I don't want you
to become distressed, either.
I don't want that. I'll give you
two hours to think about it.
I must leave.
I'm pregnant,
I need to see a gynaecologist,
well, also the orthopaedic surgeon.
Or whatever doctor. You see, I don't know
which specialist I have to see
for a bullet wound in your leg.
It'll be the internal medicine doctor,
won't it? I don't know.
Let's see, what's wrong?
The million euros is not appealing enough?
-With that money your life is sorted.
-It depends.
If the wound becomes gangrenous
and I end up limping...
If that happens,
we'll think of what to do.
You don't need to expect the worst outcome.
Hear me?
Besides, you're looked-after here,
aren't you?
You've got your own bedroom, Mónica
Gaztambide's Presidential suite, right?
You might even miss us...
if you go.
Why are you insisting on me staying?
You haven't fallen in love,
have you?
It's not true.
Listen, look at me, are you serious?
-So what if I am serious?
-Let's see...
-You can't fall in love in 60 hours.
-Well, in 60 hours...
In 60 hours I shot you,
I extracted the bullet.
You found out you were pregnant,
then it's abortion yes, abortion no,
shall I break up with my boyfriend.
You have sex with me.
If you give me 24 more hours,
I might ask you to marry me.
And then 24 hours later, we get a divorce.
What the fuck does time matter
inside here?
-In the end time is something that...
-All right.
All right, what?
I'll stay.
But to get married and that
you'll have to give me a little more time.
I don't know, 16 minutes or so.
RAQUEL'S UNKNOWN'S TELEPHONE
Hello?
Sorry to phone you again.
It's Raquel's mother.
As the other day you were
so close to my daughter,
you see, I have an urgent message
from detective Ángel.
"And I can't get through to her.
Are you near her?"
Not now,
but I'll be seeing her in a moment.
"If you tell me,
I may be able to talk to her."
Thank you ever so much,
because it seemed important.
What message?
I'll read it for you.
Yes, "we have him, we have the fucking guy
"who is helping them from outside.
It's the guy that makes cider,
the one who was in the wrecking yard,
the one who threatened
the Russian guy", one second.
"His fingerprints were in the patrol car.
We have him.
I'm on my way to the tent
and I'll tell you everything."
Have you written it all down?
Yes, don't worry.
-"I'll take care of it."
-Well, thank you very much again.
-"Thank you so much."
-Oh, it's nothing.
"The Professor had built a plan down
to the last millimetre.
Each movement of the police,
any possible mistake from his gang,
the hostages' behaviour,
each variable, everything.
And then, when he thought
everything was under his control,
he found out that it wasn't so.
It would have never crossed his mind
that to avoid the whole plan
going down the toilet,
he would have to kill.
Kill the mother of the woman
he was falling in love with.
And, of course,
no-one is prepared for that."
What did you give me?
An intravenous sedative.
Have you already spoken to the hostages?
What did they say?
So far they've confirmed
that they're building a tunnel.
We're going to locate the exact position.
And what we already know,
that they are armed to the teeth.
Raquel.
You're the most qualified person
to lead this operation,
but it's high time you had a rest.
Don't worry about anything.
The superintendent is on his way
to fill-in for you.
So you can go home for a few hours.
You have to sleep.
Can I make a phone call?
Sure.
Here.
"Salva, it's Raquel."
Look, I need you to come over
to get me out of here.
This is the worst day of my life"
and I have to get away from this tent,
from this city.
Salva, are you there?
I can't, there's something I have to do.
Sure, sure, I understand.
"To phone like this
is a bit...."
-Good morning.
-Hello.
Can I help you?
I'm Salva, your daughter's friend.
-We spoke on the phone.
-Yes, yes, of course.
Come in, come in.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Come in.
He's not reacting.
I don't want to be pessimistic,
but I'm afraid his brain injury
has caused irreversible damage.
What? Are you a neurosurgeon?
We don't know.
We must take him to a hospital.
He might still have a chance to be cured.
No-one leaves.
Do you hear me? With hole or not hole.
-You know what the Professor said.
-I couldn't care less about the Professor.
Where was the Professor
when the 16 hostages were escaping?
Where was he
when they smashed Oslo's head in?
We open the doors, call the police and let
the paramedics come and take him out.
What the fuck are you talking about?
The rules were clear, no-one goes out.
We all agreed, Oslo too.
16 hostages have escaped.
The rules have changed.
The hostages don't know
what's happening here, Oslo does.
And so what? If he can't even speak.
Even if he could he wouldn't betray us.
Damn, let's vote.
This isn't a nice democracy.
It isn't, no.
We open the doors
and we let Oslo out.
No-one is leaving.
Berlin.
Oslo isn't leaving.
Me speak with Oslo before entering.
Wound doesn't matter.
Death before prison.
You understand?
Yes.
Me take care of Oslo.
I must say, you have a beautiful house.
Thank you very much.
Raquel is not at home.
Poor her, she works so hard...
I was having a coffee.
Would you like one?
-I wouldn't want to trouble you.
-It'll only take me a few minutes.
-Ah, then, thank you very much.
-Very well. Have a seat.
"There are 10,000 ways
to kill an elderly woman,
but the Professor was no hitman.
He was more of a chess player
for whom the world of crime was too big.
So he chose a cleaner
and more intelligent option.
Pour 2.5 milligrams of dioxin
into the old lady's coffee,
wait until the cardiac arrest
occurred due to the drug
and vanish."
Any sugar?
Yes, please, three spoonfuls.
You have a sweet tooth, haven't you?
So have I.
But I shouldn't.
"Three spoonfuls of sugar and one of dioxin.
In 15 minutes time
she would have a heart attack.
In 30 minutes Raquel
would find her mother's body.
In an hour, a coroner
would authorise the removal of the body
as it was a cardiovascular heart attack.
No signs of violence,
the victim's age, the door closed,
inside her home.
There would be no autopsy,
and the Professor knew it."
Thank you.
"Clean and simple."
My daughter didn't come home last night.
Was she with you?
Well...
Well, actually, she was.
Yesterday we met-up.
Well.
Did you make love?
Well...
Actually we did.
I'm glad.
Sorry for prying into your life,
but I'm really glad.
My daughter desperately needs to be loved
and someone to make love to her.
And a man who is a good man.
And you seem a good man.
I can see it in your eyes.
Excuse me.
I've dropped it.
As we get older we become clumsy...
Excuse me.
Oslo won't speak again.
I'm very sorry, it's...
-It's very tragic.
-You knew about escape?
No.
Denver tell me.
You knew about escape.
'Know' as such, I didn't know.
I could hint something,
and I told Denver to help.
They hit him with this pipe
behind back.
Oslo friend.
Me and Oslo, together in war,
peace together,
robberies together,
prison together.
Oslo friend.
You understand, Arturo?
On your knees.
Did you really think
we wouldn't try to escape,
that we wouldn't defend ourselves,
that we would stand there
watching how you killed us,
how you tortured us, how you raped us?
One and a thousand times
I would do it again.
If you're going to do it, hit me hard,
because if you don't kill me,
I might kill you afterwards.
I came to work
as I would any other day
without harming anyone,
only to fulfil my duty.
Who do you think the good guys are,
Helsinki?
You?
Finish quickly, please.
Bring me over the dustpan and the mop,
they are there, in that corner, please.
Thank you.
I'll do it.
"I don't live in Almazán now,
I live in Madrid.
I have two daughters: Raquel y Laura.
I'll never go to an old people's home.
Raquel is a serious woman,
but she loves me very much."
"We have him, it's the cider guy.
His fingerprints were in the patrol car."
-Do you mind if I make a phone call?
-No, of course not.
"Raquel, it's me again.
Phone me, your voice mailbox is full.
We have him, listen, we have him.
We have the guy
who is helping them from outside.
Yes, it's Salva, Salva.
Salva, the guy who makes cider.
He was in the wrecking yard,
he threatened the Russian guy.
For fuck's sake, he's using you, damn it.
His fingerprints are in the patrol car.
He's getting close to you
to know about the investigation.
If you wish to hear the message again,
press 1.
To delete it, press 2.
To save it, press...
Message deleted.
There are no more messages."
No-one is answering.
Salva?
But what are you doing here?
This was the thing I had to do.
The only thing, seiing as I left your
garden in such a bad state.
Isn't he adorable?
He's already told me
you made love.
-Mum.
-What?
I didn't say anything,
she must have suspected it.
Time to eat.
-Would like some pudding?
-Well, I'll have to taste some.
If there as tasty as this soup.
It's the best I've ever tasted
-in a very long time.
-Thank you.
Darling, don't play with your food.
You're hardly eating anything.
It's that job.
It makes her very stressed.
-The kidnapping, have you heard about it?
-Yes.
You're telling me.
I follow it constantly,
I'm following it in the press.
It's terrible what's happening.
I'm so worried.
There was some shooting
inside yesterday, huh?
Wasn't there, and some explosions.
No, I really...
those people armed to the teeth...
Who knows, any day,
something horrific will happen.
"There was shooting yesterday.
Armed to the teeth.
They have at least three M-16.
A Browning ground machine gun.
Retroxil, is a medicine.
In Toledo there has been
an unusual demand."
-Where was the last purchase?
-Here, in Palomeque.
18th of October.
Excuse me, I have to make a phone call.
But, darling...
Every day, it's the same.
Suárez, put me on the speakers.
Connect my mobile to the loudspeakers.
We have communication with the Inspector.
-Turn it up.
-Right, listen up everyone.
I need you to look for
"all the rural estates
where hunting is allowed"
within 100 kilometres' distance
from the pharmacy in Palomeque.
I want a map of Toledo now.
Look for a map,
-the perimeter of Palomeque.
-"If they bought medicine there,"
it means that they were close.
Fuck, why didn't I realise sooner?
Because they needed a place
where they could organise it, where they
could prepare their plan step by step.
They had to have target practice
before entering the Fábrica,
somewhere where the shots and detonations
wouldn't raise any alarms.
I want some units canvassing
the perimeter of Palomeque
within 100 kilometres, I want them now.
Documentation.
It must be a 100 hectares rural estate.
Look it up in the land registry.
With a house in it.
-Suárez, call me when you find something.
-I will.
You heard her. We have no time to waste,
let's get them, okay?
That estate, those units.
I want it all, I want it now.
Yes?
Are you alright?
Yes, a bit tired. Come in.
And dazed too.
They had to inject me a sedative
and, the truth is, I'm not used to.
I see, I'm not very clear-headed today,
either.
You'll excuse me, Salva, but I need
to lie down. I need to get some sleep.
Sure, sure.
The time has come to make a decision.
You have to choose between being
accomplices and getting a million euros
or being upright people and leaving.
Freedom
or one million euros.
If you stay with us
to see the end of this,
you'll receive, at home,
20,000 banknotes of 50 euros,
in an air-tight bag
like good ham.
Those who want to leave,
please, cross the line.
What will we do
with those who choose their freedom?
You'll take them downstairs
to the Fábrica basement
and lock them up there.
I know it's terrible, but...
those are precisely the ones
that could actually try to rise-up
for another rebellion.
And I need to protect you.
Why can't I choose to leave?
Because you're our top hostage, darling.
Really?
Do we need to explain it to you?
Move aside, you're in the way.
Okay, time is ticking. Now or never.
You can either cross the line
and leave
or stay with us
and get your million euros.
Very good.
Those wanting to leave,
put your hands on your head.
Move forward, through the door
to the loading area.
"What the Professor had achieved
was to divide the hostages
into those who would become our partners
and those who could still
complicate things.
At least that's what we thought."
Yes, Suárez.
Inspector, we have a rural estate.
It matches perfectly with the description.
-Where is it?
-"Near Palomeque",
the small town where the pharmacy is.
It's 640 hectares
"and it's private hunting land.
There's a house too"
big enough to plan a heist
of that magnitude.
-How did you find it?
-"A neighbour in the area
saw a group of youngsters
on the evening of San Juan.
"They didn't look like hunters,
but throughout the summer
-he heard explosions."
-Explosions.
Yes, explosions.
He doesn't quite know what they were,
"but he's sure they weren't
hunting rifles, not made with a cartridge."
I'll send units to the area
and arrange for an intervention team
-"for a possible armed assault."
-Very good.
Send the information to my mobile.
As soon as I can I'll head there.
Lobo, we have the all-clear,
we're setting off.
Units 1, 2 and 3 ready, now!
Salva, look, I'm not feeling well.
Can you drive?
-Yes.
-I need you to drive me somewhere.
Everything starts tomorrow.
Sergio...
I want you to promise me one thing.
If things go wrong,
you'll run away.
You won't be waiting at the hangar.
Nothing will go wrong.
You know, as I do,
that everything could go wrong.
I'll only go there if you promise me
that, if things are shot to hell,
you won't let them catch you.
I won't promise you that.
Either you promise me now or you won't
have a captain in charge from now on.
You already know me.
Nothing will go wrong, Andrés.
We're the Resistance, aren't we?
"The Professor's whole life
revolved around just one idea:
Resistance.
His grandfather,
who had resisted next to the partisans
to defeat the fascists in Italy
had taught him that song.
And later on
he taught us."
Six kilometres straight-on, and then
take the first diversion on the right.
Salva, can you drive a little faster.
You won't be fined with me here.
You're driving at 40 km/h.
Yes, true, I'm sorry.
I'm a bit dense today.
Wait for me here.
On the left side
and on the right side too.
No-one comes in without wearing a suit.
Whoever is not essential here
stay out of perimeter 1.
"Is that clear?
It's clear."
We hit the jackpot.
There's DNA of every type.
"I want the photographers
and the forensic branch in.
Take photographs of everything."
The whole house has to be combed,
every single corner.
"We are on the first floor.
There's an attic. It's amazing.
You won't believe what we've found."
Inspector.
You have to see this.
The whole thing is on the walls.
Timetables, photos, maps.
The whole fucking plan.
We have it, people.
"Their time is over."
TO BE CONTINUED...