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Raquel. Sooner or later, this will end.
And you and I will meet on a beach.
But you have to choose a place.
Okay, okay, I just haven't had time yet.
Let's see.
How about we choose it together?
That sounds great.
-Pick one. -Such responsibility! Let's see.
Let's see, ah ...
-Palawan. -Palawan?
Let's see.
Amazing. Where is it?
Palawan, yes. It's an island in the Philippines.
It's southwest of the archipelago, a little
to the north of Borneo. Its population is 849,000
more or less, and the capital is Puerto Princesa.
"Ángel must have come close to get that evidence."
-"Maybe they even came face-to-face."
"Have you investigated him? I have!" "...my fucking job."
...the white sand beaches in the tropics.
You don't like Philippines?
Yes. Of course.
Do you mind if I go to the bathroom for a moment?
Not at all.
Suárez. -"Yes?".
-One question.
What colour was the wig of the clown who talked
to the kid in the hospital?
-Orange? -"Yes".
Are you sure?
"For your life to fall apart,
it doesn't matter if you're in a bathroom" -Three, two, one...
"...in a heist,
...or at the door of a penitentiary."
"You see, that afternoon, the misfortunes of three women
would be synchronised."
"Raquel suddenly understood that she had fallen head over heels
for Spain's most-wanted robber."
She's one of them.
She's with them. You all saw it!
She's with them!
"Monica Gaztambide realised
that she had just become an accomplice,
and that there would be no turning back."
"And me?
I kept following the instructions the Professor gave us in Toledo.
But without any certainty."
"Feeling numb.
Like a bottle thrown into the sea.
Not knowing if someone would pick it up."
If they catch you,
twenty four hours after being detained, you say you want a deal.
That you will testify only
before a judge, and they will have no choice
but to take you to the National High Court and
maybe during that travel,
I can do something for you.
"There I was,
on my way to the courthouse,
hoping that my guardian angel would know the route of the van
and save my life again."
"It was hard to be hopeful in a van,
prisoner and handcuffed.
But it would have been worse to know that
twenty kilometres from there,
my guardian angel
had just been discovered."
Raquel.
Hi, Alberto.
Have you analyzed the evidence from the fireplace in Toledo?
Yes. But nothing conclusive.
What do you mean?
They were the remains
of a sports paper from a couple of days ago.
So I don't know if it's tainted evidence
or if the guy reads the paper on Sundays.
Right.
Hey,
how exactly did the fight with Salva happen?
-"Damn it, Raquel,
I told you it wasn't a fight."
He grabbed my neck
in a chokehold and I passed out. I didn't touch him!
He's a fucking ninja with glasses.
Why are you asking?
No reason.
And you said he provoked you?
-"Yes.
He said I shared my brains with my cock"
and my fists, among other insults.
He wanted to fight. But what for?
-I don't know.
Bye.
Alberto.
Nobody touch those trays.
They're off-limits for now.
Get prints off them
and crosscheck them with the ones from the spoon Agent Rubio brought.
-Are you kidding? -No.
Then get the prints from the passenger seat's inner door handle.
-But... -Do it!
Remember, we're after a middle-aged male, with a beard and glasses.
Hey!
Find out who he is and what he's doing here.
"It was him.
Of course it was."
Do you have a phone charger?
-No.
-Do you want to use mine?
"It had been him all along.
Always friendly,
always smiling,
always in the right place.
The only civilian who had set foot in the tent."
Something's up with your daughter.
"The stranger who managed to get past all her defences.
And not only as a police agent."
Salva.
I don't have a gift as wonderful as these postcards but...
I'll improvise a surprise.
In the ladies' room.
You go first.
And then I'll go.
Raquel.
It's the middle of the day and they know us both here.
Salva.
It's the first time
that I'm not wearing a lifejacket
and I'm diving into the deep end.
Don't tell me
there's no water in the pool.
There's water.
Well...
Go wait for me in there.
Hands against the wall.
-Raquel, I don't know... -Hands against the wall!
What are you doing?
Are you carrying a gun?
Why would I have a gun, Raquel?
Turn around.
Put them on.
-Is this a joke? -Put them on!
Put them on!
You're under arrest for collaboration in the heist
at the Fábrica Nacional de Moneda y Timbre.
"You see,"
You have the right to remain silent...
"third time was the charm."
You have the right not to testify and to be brought before a judge.
"And this time she had something stronger than a suspicion.
She had a grudge.
She felt anger.
She felt poisoned."
"Helsinki felt something similar.
But not because of deception,
but for lack of sleep.
He had slept four hours in the last five days."
"Do you know what happens when you don't sleep?
The neural connections break down like a short-circuit.
They stop secreting dopamine.
They stop processing glucose.
And the only information left in the brain
is survival.
So one thing you can't expect from a guy who hasn't slept in five days
is patience."
Come on.
Take off your clothes.
The t-shirt too.
I have a wound on my shoulder...
Take it off!
And you try to steal from us.
Shit.
It's what we get for not killing when we had to.
What will you do?
If I shoot you,
you just die.
You don't suffer.
Now you'll wear two kilos of explosives strapped to your body.
I'll blow it up, but you won't know when.
Helsinki, that's a shitload of explosives.
Careful, it could make a real mess.
-He has been a bigger pain in the arse than the police.
Oslo died because of him.
Denver almost died because of him.
With this
we end our troubles.
Right, little Arturo?
If you remove the wire,
it blows.
Don't make sudden movements,
don't sweat,
don't touch yourself.
Detonator.
If I touch
this button,
Your wife won't recognise you.
Minced little Arturo.
Do you have a cigarette?
-Do you? -Monica, you're pregnant.
I'm pregnant, kidnapped, shot.
And soon accused of...
collaboration in an armed robbery.
Don't think the worst.
Arturo will toss you a line. He's the father, right?
Which father?
The one who pointed at me like I was a kidnapper?
Which father?
The one whose head I busted-in with an iron rod?
Maybe my colleagues will help me.
I only screwed-up their escape plan,
which I'm sure I'll get tried for.
Why am I so stupid? What was I thinking?
Come on, give me a cigarette.
Give me a cigarette. My foetus needs it!
-I swear, I'll mess Arturo up before you sit in any court dock.
You won't mess anybody up. Take it easy.
-She's right, they'll put her away!
If we escape and get caught, she's going to jail.
If we stay and the cops get in, it's the same.
One way or another she'll do time.
Shit.
I always make the wrong choice.
I messed around with a married man.
I got pregnant.
And then another guy comes in,
shoots me in the leg,
and I go
and fall in love.
You know what we'll do?
-What?
You'll come with us.
You crossed the line.
I won't leave you behind. Okay?
-Look, son. Maybe... -She's coming with us!
She'll take Tokyo or Oslo's place, end of story!
-No, listen.
I'm just the secretary.
I don't see myself running away from the police or shooting guns.
Or hiding in who knows where, Cambodia.
A country without extradition laws. I don't.
It's better to stay.
And when the police come, I'll say
I did it because I had
big-time Stockholm syndrome and
that will be a mitigation.
That's what it was, right?
Stockholm.
What?
That sounds nice.
If you come with us, you...
your name could be Stockholm.
I don't know, man!
Get out.
DO NOT CROSS POLICE LINE
Open it.
Get in.
"We were all exhausted."
"The lack of sleep,
the stress,
or the anguish of years keeping a secret that,
in that suffocating environment,
was becoming harder to keep."
"And all of us,
sooner or later,
lost control.
Except for Berlin.
He was the only one who stuck to the resting protocol.
The others
went crazy."
I have tried being nice.
I tried to give you what you were promised.
To free you from Berlin.
For this to make sense!
After losing what I've lost, to give this some meaning.
I'm kind.
I've been kind.
And the world
spits in my face.
I have tried
to give you space.
And you fucked me over.
Berlin.
Hey.
It's been over an hour and a half.
Don't you feel like
killing me
while I sleep?
Just a little.
Hey.
You're laughing.
That means you're not afraid of me anymore.
Let's say the dose of tranquilisers I'm taking has neutralised me.
If everything works out,
which is
unlikely if I don't take the reins again, but...
if it does all work out,
I'd like to propose a deal,
a romantic venture.
Within a few days I'll send you a plane ticket
to a very
distant place.
If you want,
you can come with me.
For a very short time,
a lot of pleasure.
And then,
after it ends,
you get to keep everything I have.
It would be really wonderful
if you fell completely in love with me.
But...
I don't live on expectations
or false hopes.
I have many flaws,
and I know it.
I can settle for
you being
my partner
until the final voyage.
You and me together
until the end.
You don't get it.
What do I have to do to get some respect?
What do I have to do?
Do I cut off one of your ears
and send it to your father?
Or shoot you in the leg so you can't ever dance again?
-That's a great idea!
It is time to be pragmatic.
The utopia
of collaboration
has failed.
Nairobi,
I appreciate you allowing me to take some time off from my duties,
but...
we're all ready for me to be back in charge.
All yours.
This is a wonderful moment.
Stand up!
I told you
I was going to protect you,
didn't I?
But I've changed my mind.
It's a lot more practical
to torture you.
In concentration camps,
respect is a given.
Well, here it's going to be the same.
You're going to dig the tunnel
until your hands bleed!
At night,
you may cry in pain
in your cot,
but you will keep on digging!
You'll be on shifts without rest.
Otherwise, an epic punishment awaits you.
Just like your leader.
A man who will kill if he betrays us again.
Who will kill if he ever yearns for freedom again.
Whose sweat
kills.
A man of explosive nature.
Now they're going to be scared of you, Arturo.
Although we've always known you're "the bomb".
Since you're an outcast, you'll stay here, secluded.
Helsinki and everyone else, to the tunnel!
-"Come on, let's go!
Let's go, quickly!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Boom.
Seismographs have detected unusual activity underneath the building.
The kidnappers have increased the digging pace of the tunnel.
They'll finish it soon.
How much is left?
Two metres, according to the GPR. Two and a half metres.
-Where are they exiting?
-We think right here.
In a drainpipe 15 metres behind the building.
Attention, everyone. I want you all ready. Warn underground units.
I want 20 men guarding that drainpipe now.
You know what guilty people do when they're taken to the crime scene?
They don't stop talking.
About weather, politics,
they make jokes.
Because they're nervous.
They can't stand the silence.
But you...
you don't say a thing.
What do you want me to talk about?
Who are you?
Sergio Marquina.
Sergio?
Salva,
the Professor?
The person who has kept
all the police, the CNI,
and the Special Forces in check?
The man I've been talking with on the phone for five days,
who I told what
clothes I wear and even what my orgasms are like?
And which one of them are you?
Why aren't your fingerprints in the national ID database?
I stopped renewing my ID before they went digital.
When?
More than
twenty years ago.
That opens up a world of possibilities, doesn't it?
Because no-one is going to report the disappearance of a man who
doesn't exist.
It will make it easy for me to burn your corpse.
Is that what you want?
To kill and burn me?
Yes.
I sure do.
Look...
perhaps as an inspector,
I shouldn't say that to the person who organised the heist
at the Fábrica Nacional de Moneda y Timbre.
But as a woman...
as a woman
who has spent years being afraid of everything,
everything,
who trusted someone,
someone who knew
how fragile and vulnerable she was,
who's been fooling her from the fucking beginning!
Then it wouldn't be that far-fetched, don't you think?
You could have...
you could have approached me,
coaxed me,
planted a bug on me. A fucking bug, goddamn it!
But no. No, you couldn't.
Yesterday we were dreaming together.
Shit.
Talking about the future. The future!
Who the hell are you?
What are you, some disturbed fuck?
It was all planned, Raquel.
Everything. It was all...
I'm sorry. It was all planned out...
except what happened between us.
I don't know, I broke my own rules.
What?
I didn't consider that variable.
What the hell are you saying?
-What variable? -Falling in love with you.
You really think I'll let you carry on with this crap?
Son of a bitch.
That I'll sit back while you lie to my fucking face
as if I were a 15-year-old girl?
I'm not lying, Raquel.
I fell in love.
Say it again.
I dare you to say it again!
Raquel.
I fell in love with you.
I'm so sorry.
Fine.
5:46 PM
Berlin,
I need to talk to you.
Of course. I'm the boss again,
I need my pups to feed me.
What exactly did the Professor say?
about Tokyo?
He said he would try to free her.
And how the hell is he going to do that?
Rio,
he's not doing it himself.
Who is?
The four Serbs who dug the tunnel five years ago.
They're the wildcard for extreme setbacks.
-When? -I don't know.
You feel her absence, right?
Those who stay always have it worse.
Instead, she will be
broadening her experience,
enhancing her senses,
entertained.
Would you take the plea deal from the cops?
What does it matter?
What would happen if we got out of here?
Would we stay together?
Betraying your friends.
My friends with city names?
Tokyo, Berlin, Moscow, Denver.
I think my friends with city names are really cool.
And I'll tell you something.
Try to hide
if you accept a deal,
because if I see you, I'll put a bullet in your head.
-Women are quicker to move on.
You should know, just in case.
Tokyo is hot-headed,
but she'll be back
and we'll be together.
I know it.
Sure.
Of course you will.
I've always thought that.
If you betray us and leave,
and you need to call me when you're sorry,
because believe me,
you will be,
you can call me at Alison's number.
I'll keep it on.
The cops will be listening but who cares.
ACTIVE SIGNAL REPEATER
Suárez, Alison Parker's phone has switched on.
Try hacking it.
Sealed camera, sir.
They're not calling or sending anything.
-What the fuck are you doing? -God damn it!
This is convoy 727,
we're getting hit!
-Base to convoy, we did not copy that, please repeat.
-They've got jammers.
-God-fucking-damn it!
"My guardian angel had not forsaken me.
And I felt like I was on the haunted house ride."
It's a bomb! What the hell is going on over there!
They set an explosive!
"A dark tunnel where you don't know when you'll be startled."
-We're fucked! -Shut tup!
"But how fun!"
What's going on?
What the hell is going on?
Let's go, they're shooting!
-Shut the hell up! -We're fucked, Perez!
Shut up, goddamn it. Let me think!
Zero!
Stay alert.
Okay. No, stop.
Put the guns down or I'll shoot her.
If you shoot the girl, you die.
If you shoot me,
you die.
If you let go of the girl,
you live.
"If only every decision in this world was that easy,
right?"
Rio.
Rio!
I noticed you didn't agree with what Helsinki was doing.
You're not like them.
You're a good boy.
I have a son your age, you know?
The eldest.
He's a good boy too.
Help me, please.
I want to see my son.
I found this machine to make passports.
-No... -Monica,
listen to me.
You can do whatever you want.
What if you change your mind?
It would be great for you to have a new one. Besides...
this is real. It's good stuff.
I know. I work here.
-It's easy. We make it... -No, really.
if you don't want it, toss it, or keep it as a souvenir..
It's just two minutes.
-Let's do it? -Okay, fine.
Is it plugged-in?
-Yes. -Okay.
What name do I use?
-Ágata. -Ágata?
-What's the matter? -It's a porn star's name.
Ágata is a hot chick's name.
If you were ugly, I would say,
-Felisa or Mari Cruz... -María!
-María Fernández. -María Fernández?
That's not a name. Nobody's believing that. Trust me,
-I know. -It's discreet.
Ágata sounds expensive. It's classy. Use Ágata.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Write "born in Madrid"
and whichever year you want.
-We're making a passport. -I see.
In case in the end,
she runs or...
comes with us.
Who do you think stole your gun?
Let's go outside.
-Suárez.
"Sir, I'm calling from the National Court.
The convoy with Silene Oliveira
was expected 15 minutes ago and it's not here.
We haven't heard anything."
Keep me informed.
Gómez,
I need two units on Oliveira's route to the courthouse.
She hasn't arrived. I need to know what's going on.
Understood.
Put this on.
Only contact the Professor.
He'll say what to do.
"Never in my life had I felt so free.
But that time,
the Professor's plan wouldn't work."
I know I let the pressure get to me,
I was wrong, but...
please,
I don't deserve this.
Please,
I'm asking you,
if there's any dignity left in you, please.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. Help me.
Help me,
please.
We're coming in.
Take your food and sit down.
One metre between each one. Come on.
That's it, just like that,
joyfully.
Helsinki, say hello to little Arturo.
Something doesn't make sense.
They said that if I sweat too much
I would blow up, and yet here they put me,
locked in this god-awful heat.
-In this dreadful heat... -It's best
if you stay calm and quiet.
It doesn't make sense.
-What? -The bomb, that's what doesn't make sense!
You think they are going to risk me tripping or sweating,
blowing up the whole plan? No...
No, that would be insane.
-They don't work like that. -Shut up.
They're trying to psychologically terrorise us.
They're trying to scare us. This isn't real.
It's a bluff.
I don't want to find out, so shut up.
I'm taking it off.
I'm going to take it off, I can't take it.
It's okay.
-If it was real we wouldn't be so close. -Stop and sit down!
Who are you to tell us what to do, brat?
It's your fault that we're all locked in here!
-My fault? -Yes, your fault.
You're the director and eight morons managed to slip in
like they owned the place.
Is there any mint in the world that has been robbed?
Just this one, right?
Congratulations,
you've made history.
Now, please, don't blow us up,
and sit down.
Sit down.
"Headquarters, do you copy? The van was hijacked."
-"There's no trace of Silene Oliveira." -Copy that. Wait for instructions.
Attention, we have a fugitive!
Initiate Operation Cage!
"He wasn't there.
He wasn't there.
He had arranged it all.
He had saved me.
How could he not be there?"
"On that October afternoon after I escaped, they deployed Operation Cage.
It might ring a bell from past terrorist threats.
They cut off all the exits to the city at once."
"Everything collapses
and you're trapped. You can only hide.
My problem was that my hideout was the hangar.
And the person who had to let me in was the Professor.
But I was never too good at waiting."
-What's that?
The only truth I know about you is that you're a professional liar.
And call me paranoid, but you won't lie to me again.
I can guarantee it.
Do you think I don't know that?
That I'm an idiot?
Of course she stole the gun from me.
But changed her mind,
otherwise I would be in a fucking box with Oslo.
-She helped you. That's great.
But you don't have to make her a passport or take her with you.
-What if I want to?
What if I want to live with her and raise her son?
-You're going to be too fucked to be carrying any more burdens.
-Not a burden. It's a girl who loves me and a child,
who is innocent.
-It's a mess you shouldn't get into. -If I do, it's my choice.
-Sometimes we try to help others and end up sinking ourselves, damn it.
-If I sink, I'll swim, like always, Dad.
-It's not like that, damn it!
I know,
I tried to help your mother every damn day of my life.
-Where's this shit coming from now?
-Mama abandoned us.
-Where's this shit coming from now?
-We abandoned her.
She was going to be the end of us.
I put her in a clinic in Barcelona.
It cost 200,000 pesetas.
And in less than 24 hours she showed up at my hostel
high as a kite on smack. -What did you do?
-It was the fourth time.
I'd lost my savings.
-What the fuck did you do?
-She wanted to buy more.
I put her in the car...
and dropped her off at a roundabout in Martorell,
next to a place where they sold smack.
I didn't wait for her.
I went to pick you up
to move out.
-You left my mother at a roundabout?
-That's why I got you into all this mess.
Because I don't want you to live the life I lived.
I want you to be free.
I want you to start from scratch. -You don't abandon a mother.
You get her clean.
You had me believe she was a bitch.
I thought maybe I was to blame for her leaving.
-It was her or us.
-I won't break your skull because we need you to get out of here.
When we get out,
you and I are nothing.
Two strangers.
Denver
and Moscow.
Did you finish the passport?
Yes.
Denver, are you okay?
It's fine.
I ended up going with 'Ágata'.
"I drove nowhere, frantically.
In a fraction of a second I knew where to go.
The problem
was that it was the most heavily-guarded place in Spain."
Take a deep breath.
Are you nervous?
No, I'm fine.
You see those lines?
Every one of your lies will draw
some ugly curves
due to alteration in blood pressure,
heart rate,
breathing.
So don't lie to me
or I'll know.
Name.
Sergio Marquina.
Place of birth.
San Sebastian.
Did you know you would destroy Ángel?
Yes.
Was it you
who caused his accident?
No.
Was it your idea to rob the Casa de la Moneda?
No.
Whose was it?
My father's.
He died before carrying it out, so it's kind of a homage.
The fucking apple story.
The fucking organic cider story
you told me in bed yesterday
was the story of the heist?
And I listened to you like an idiot.
You've been mocking me since the beginning.
I was not mocking you. Look at the polygraph, please.
Look at it.
My father had a sick child,
not a goddamn penny.
What would you have done?
He spent his time thinking about robberies
to pay for a hospital in the United States.
Out of despair.
To save my life.
My life.
Because nobody,
nobody...
helped him.
And when he tried, he was shot to death
at the doors of a...
of a bank.
That's the truth.
I guess there are many ways of understanding what is fair.
Did you think I was an easy target because I was an abused woman?
Yes, I did.
When you leaked to the press
my refusal to release eight hostages in favour
of Alison Parker,
did you know I was going to be publicly lynched?
That you were going to destroy my career in front of my mother and daughter?
Yes.
Okay.
You slept with me just because
I'm the inspector in charge, right?
No.
You slept with me because I'm the inspector...
-No, no. -Stop lying to me, damn it!
I'm not lying.
I'm supposed to believe you have feelings for me?
You don't have to believe anything. Raquel,
it's what I feel.
I didn't expect it.
It happened. And it happened to you too.
It happened to you too. Why are we here if not?
Huh?
Why am I not in prison?
What the fuck is all this?
Are you the crazy woman from Misery or what?
It's something that we're both feeling.
Both, do you understand? It happened to both of us.
Yes, Suárez.
"Inspector,
Silene Oliveira has escaped."
- What? -"On the way to the courthouse.
She asked to testify before a judge."
The convoy was hijacked by people, apparently eastern European.
I've initiated Operation Cage. I hope they haven't left Madrid.
"Ask the judge to issue
an international arrest warrant, immediately."
Cut-off roads, ports and airports.
I want patrols on every border.
Tokyo escaped.
Was it you
who freed a murderer from a maximum-security prison
while held here?
Actually,
I left everything ready before meeting you at the café.
I apologise for receiving you like this, but I just got here.
Radko, I'm so sorry about your brother.
You have it all planned in detail, right?
Raquel, I've told you everything.
I've come here without resisting whatsoever.
And if I let you interrogate me it's...
because...
I wanted to be honest with you. I can't take it anymore.
-The lying. -Shut up.
-I didn't want to hurt you anymore. -Shut up!
-This is a relief. -Shut the fuck up, damn it!
I won't listen to you anymore. Look.
From now on, anything you have to say, you'll say directly to the judge.
Get up.
Get up, damn it!
Move, move.
Move!
Keep walking.
-I'm very sorry, Raquel. -Keep walking!
I'm going to shoot you.
I'm going to...
"Have you heard the expression 'to enter the lion's den'?"
It's a call to Alison Parker's phone
-from an unknown number. -Trace it.
-Yes? -Rio?
It's Tokyo.
-It's Silene Oliveira.
Record! Locate the call!
Where are you? Wait...
"...they can hear us."
It doesn't matter.
This is a love call.
"And the police enjoy love.
Listen to me."
Remember the door my mother used to draw when I was afraid?
What door is she talking about?
"Yes, love. Of course I remember."
-What about it? -I'll cross it.
"I'll cross the door to heaven,"
because my guardian angel isn't around.
In one minute.
I love you.
I love you too.
What the hell was that about?
It sounded like a goodbye.
-"Attention. Unauthorised vehicle entering the perimeter."
Come on, everybody to your stations!
Hey, you!
It's her.
The door...
Shit, the door!
Hey, hey!
Attention!
"It's Silene Oliveira!"
Tokyo is back!
-Tokyo is back!
-On the ground!
We have to open the door, damn it!
Shoot the target, shoot the biker!
"Open fire."
Let's go!
No! We have to cover her!
-"Kidnapper in range, open fire."
Dad, look out!
-"Unit 3, behind you, behind you!"
Fuck!
Moscow!
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