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Professor! Professor! Professor!
Professor! Professor!
Tell me where you put the gold.
I don't know.
Asshole.
I knew you would say that.
Take a look.
This is what you achieved.
Look the kid in the eye!
And tell him that, on top of his countless list of crimes,
now he's added the death of five soldiers.
A life sentence. Tell him.
Kid, how old are you?
Twenty-three.
Twenty-three years as a free man,
but not a single day more. Get used to it.
All thanks to this guy.
Same for Stockholm, huh? Look at her.
Look at her, you piece of shit!
By the time she gets out, her son will be a 45-year-old man.
Do you enjoy causing all that suffering, you son of a bitch?
You enjoy it?
And there's Denver. What are you gonna say to him?
Tell him that he lost his son, just like he lost his father?
And both times the same person was responsible, you!
Did you actually love her?
Well, look at her.
Because I want you to remember that face
every single day you're in prison,
thinking that if you'd only just stayed away from her,
she would still have a life, a mother, a daughter.
But now she's got nothing!
And I don't give a shit what you're planning to do
with the fucking gold.
Because I won't even try to find it.
One of them will tell me where it is.
Do you know why?
Because whoever tells me is gonna get a completely new life.
Prison for life
or life restored.
One of you is gonna make today the happiest day of your life.
And of my life!
I'm really glad you're so happy right now,
because the storm clouds are coming.
You don't get it, Tamayo.
What you believe to be the end of the game...
is actually only just the beginning.
On your knees.
The Professor was playing the biggest poker game in history.
And as crazy as it may seem, he wasn't bluffing.
Even though he didn't have any cards,
and Alicia, who was looking for them, didn't know where to start.
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PALAWAN, PHILIPPINES
TWO MONTHS AFTER THE FIRST HEIST
After the heist at the Royal Mint of Spain,
the Professor spent his days haunted
by the guilt of his brother's death.
He felt like he'd pushed Berlin away from the Bank of Spain heist
so he could pull his own job.
And now he was dead.
So, after sleepless nights,
he found solace in an obsession,
figuring out the impossible heist at the Bank of Spain.
Maybe Berlin and Palermo knew how to get the gold out.
But the real impossible challenge
was something else.
We know how to get the gold out.
But how do you get out
without handcuffs?
For a long period of time, I've studied this.
And the starting point is very simple. Step one...
we tell them the truth.
We'll show them how we got the gold out, with videos.
And we'll do it from Pakistan.
Shakir.
In eight minutes,
the show begins.
STATEMENT FROM THE GANG
To all of our passionate amigos and fellow lovers of the heist genre
as well as any curious onlookers, welcome.
We're gonna explain to you
how to get the gold out of a state's national reserve.
In this instance, Spain.
So we invite you to come with us
as we dive into the fascinating journey
through the heart of the biggest heist of all time.
Hundreds of servers are transmitting that signal simultaneously.
It's gone viral. TV stations are already streaming it live.
Breaking news.
The robbers say they emptied the gold vault of the Bank of Spain,
and they're about to show us live exactly how they did it.
Spain may have lost its national reserve,
which could lead to unimaginable repercussions...
... is that the vault would be flooded with water.
What's the solution?
We weld this steel pipe to the vault so that a diver can get in.
They made it easy... so everyone in Spain gets it.
... one of the greatest heroes of this heist.
Bogotá, how are you?
Do you have any idea how many ingots you got out?
Yes, I do... 7,258.
Twelve kilos and a half. 600,000 euros each.
That's about 4 billion, 355 million euros.
- Lots of dough. - Anything else you wanna say?
- I'd like to say "hi" to my kids. - Take it away, big guy.
My incredible kids, Emilio in Venezuela, Julián in Mexico City,
Erik in Iceland. Hanna in Finland...
Now it's airing on CNN.
... Ivanna in Odessa. A kiss to all of you from your papa.
That was very moving.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
if you wanna know how we managed
to get 90 tons of gold out of the Bank of Spain,
don't touch that dial. New video coming up soon.
NEW INSTALLMENTS COMING SOON
This could be very bad for us.
They managed to bypass every security measure in place.
Why are they telling us how they did it?
Why now? To pressure the Spanish government?
You think I don't know what you're doing?
You're trying to provoke a financial crisis,
get the country against the ropes,
and then blackmail me with all of that.
Well, bad news for you,
because I'm backed by the Bank of Central Europe.
They'll inject cash or buy debt if needed.
And I can also completely halt stock exchange trading.
What do you think of that?
You can take your little financial storm and shove it up your ass.
And step two?
2. THE CASINO
See, financial markets
are pretty much like a gigantic gambling house.
You can bet on anything.
On the New York Stock Exchange rising, on wheat dropping,
or on a country collapsing.
You can place your bet and win so much money,
and it's perfectly legal.
And what are we going to give to all those funds
and all those corporations
desperately in search of a victim to profit from?
Assurance.
When we tell them the gold is outside of the bank,
betting against Spain will become the market's winning horse.
And at the same time, all that panic will drive the investors
to massively sell out Spanish debt and shares,
which will then cause...
the stock market to plummet, and even more significantly,
the risk premium will skyrocket over 800 points.
And what does that mean?
That in a matter of hours,
Spain won't be able to get funds from the markets.
It'll become insolvent and therefore bankrupt.
Exactly.
It'll be like a domino effect,
which will generate colossal pressure on the government.
And then we will be the only ones
able to stop all of that with a single gesture...
giving back the gold.
Uh, what?
Uh, just making sure I got this all right.
Are you telling me that my life depends
on placing a fucking bet, Professor?
On the market tumbling or not tumbling? What if it doesn't?
It always happens this way, Denver. Like it did in Greece.
It's the very nature of the system.
It's designed to do that automatically.
And it's predictable.
You know what's predictable? Going through a tunnel.
Because you get in one side and you get out the other.
That's predictable. But this is beyond our control.
- Denver, stop... - No, don't "Denver, stop" me.
He can't play with our lives like that. Let me tell you something.
It's not gonna work, okay?
You came in here to make sure no one would talk
so that you could keep blackmailing me.
Great, now that we all know
that this economic scheme is nothing but a fucking hoax,
do you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm going to question all of you one by one.
And whoever doesn't tell me anything,
they're gonna go out through that fucking door,
directly to a new life in a prison cell.
Barefaced,
with all those TV cameras on you, so that there's no going back.
Each one you take out,
each person, I swear to you,
equals ten tons of gold you'll never recover.
Son of a bitch.
I told you that was a game you couldn't play.
- Denver, shut up. The game is on. - "Shut up"?
- Denver. - What?
Shut up.
Shut up? Shut up?
We're all here right now, all on our knees,
with a fucking rifle against our necks!
- Because we listened to this psycho! - Shut up!
- I won't shut up! - Denver, shut the fuck up!
Take those two and separate them from the rest of the gang.
Denver, you're going to be the first one.
Denver. Remember what I said!
Someone stole the gold. If anyone finds out, it's over.
I swear on our son that I'll get you out of here.
Denver, don't do anything.
Denver, listen to me.
Denver, remember what I told you!
And while the gang was up against the ropes...
This pump is used to suck aggregate from the sea bottom.
With this much driving force, they could send all the gold upstream.
... Ángel thought he'd finally found
the right thread to pull.
We've been looking in the wrong direction the entire time.
But that was just part of Plan Tom Thumb.
I need eight men at the door, immediately, now.
We're leaving.
Where the fuck do you hide 90 tons of gold, Benjamín?
In a... In a forest.
Or in the desert.
Or an abandoned place no one knows about.
We need to think like them, like an engineer, a graduate of MIT.
Minimize the risks.
And to minimize the risks, you have to make sure that no moron
will come around looking for coins with a metal detector someday.
And there's only one way to do that,
limiting the access...
A private property.
Exactly.
A private property,
which by the way needs to be close enough to the stormwater tank.
These people knew the plan perfectly,
but with Berlin dead,
they didn't even imagine the heist would ever take place, though.
Holy shit!
They started to act the moment the heist began.
We have to look for any land that was bought in the last five days.
All roads will lead to the same place.
The land property records.
Then we need to go in fully armed.
This could be your new identity, Denver.
And there's more.
Three million euros for a new start, financial freedom.
You could buy a house with a jacuzzi,
throw some nice little parties...
In the country of your choosing.
And also a lifetime allowance of 25,000 euros a month
at the expense of the Government of Spain.
A premium pension.
What do you think?
And, uh, what happens to my family?
We can make an exception. Two for one.
If you tell me where the gold is,
Stockholm, you, and your kid, who's hiding out there somewhere,
will be able to start from zero.
Okay, but I don't know where to find the gold.
It's the truth. I don't know.
Look, Denver, you know something, and I need an informer
who can give me all the details of the plan.
I'll find the gold later, but you'll get your freedom anyway.
I know it's fucking tough,
but you don't even have to say it out loud if you don't want to.
All you have to do
is write down what it is
that Raquel Murillo doesn't want you to say.
Just a simple answer
for a life of freedom.
Hm. A fucking life of freedom.
"Add the fingers on your hand to the toes on your feet... "
"Plus your cock and your balls, it adds up to 23."
You can just stick that in your GPS
and it'll take you directly to the gold.
- Get out of here. - Fine by me.
That was three million. Make sure it's cash.
- I don't like going to the ATM. - Get him out!
I want a house in the Dominican Republic! Got it?!
I love you.
Come on.
This will be your fate.
I'll give you a moment to picture it
and I'll come back for the next person.
MADRID, FIVE YEARS EARLIER
Sergio, I don't understand. Why are you planning a heist?
My dad I can understand, you know?
But you, with all that knowledge you have...
- Thank you. - Thanks so much.
Why does it suit me?
You're a textbook hedonist.
You need your time to, uh, to enjoy art, uh, love,
traveling... with all that, you wouldn't have time to work.
Enjoying life doesn't suit me. I get it.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What we do is far more than just work.
It's a tradition in our family.
It's our heritage.
It's, uh, really important that you never forget that.
There are families of doctors, right? Families of lawyers.
Families who honor a profession.
Your grandfather inaugurated our family line.
How did it go in Denmark?
The exchange was exquisite.
Where were you when Grandpa was killed?
In the kitchen.
They said on the radio that a robber, uh, had been shot down.
Your grandma froze.
She left the fridge door completely open.
Suddenly,
she came and hugged me.
That's when I knew my papa was that robber.
Then, the fridge started to beep.
Did you find out like that as well?
No.
Well, sure you did, Sergio. You were there.
You'd just been discharged.
In fact, it was one of the few times you weren't in the hospital.
I was there, but I already knew.
What?
A noise woke me up that morning.
I jumped out of bed, in my pajamas.
I went to the window, the one that was facing the courtyard,
and I saw Papa.
He was loading the trunk. I thought, "It's the fishing gear."
Remember he promised, when I got out of the hospital,
that we'd go fishing?
So I got dressed and chased after him.
I ran down the stairs.
Papa!
I missed him by three seconds.
By three seconds!
So then I grabbed your bicycle.
And I began pedaling as fast as I could.
Papa!
I saw the car in the distance. I was getting closer.
He stopped at a traffic light, but as I was about to reach him,
the light turned green.
Papa!
He kept escaping me.
And I saw him in the distance.
He was changing cars.
And after five, six minutes...
I saw the car parked without him in it.
And then...
... I heard two gunshots.
I was scared to death.
And then I saw Papa coming out of the bank.
- Don't move! - Freeze!
On the ground, now!
And he saw me.
Then they started yelling at him, "On your knees!"
- On your knees! - "On your knees."
On your knees! Get on the ground right now!
Right now! On the ground!
He didn't do it, Andrés.
Because he was looking at me.
And...
BANK OF SPAIN
That's how I found out.
And what did you do?
Nothing. I just... went home.
Sergio, I... I was there when you got home.
Yeah.
Why didn't you say anything?
Well, because for me, it was like a movie.
Papa would always tell stories about...
about heists and all that as if they were a movie.
And, uh,
while I was pedaling on the way home, I thought...
"This is just a movie."
"And if I don't say anything,
it'll always be."
And it worked. It worked,
until I heard the radio.
So when you ask me why I choose to plan the heists,
the answer is simple.
To talk to him.
The night before, he told me about his dream to rob the Royal Mint.
And we both laughed our asses off.
"Can you imagine a machine that can make money?"
Now I'm the one who's narrating movies.
I ask him, "Papa, what do you think?
How's this or that part of the plan?"
Um... "Do you see any weak points?"
We talk a lot.
More often than I talk to any other living person.
- Tell me. - We found the Professor's base.
No sign of the gold. They burned everything before escaping.
Fuck, Ángel. Can you give me some good news?
Looks like they melted the gold back into ingots
maybe so it's easier to carry.
And Colonel, we can probably trace those trucks.
Go talk to Interpol.
We need to issue an international warrant
and get all those European satellites looking.
We're going to find them, Ángel.
Okay.
PASAIA PORT, 3:07 A.M.
Those trucks were the breadcrumbs
Marseille was leaving on his path.
Traces on a road that wasn't taken.
Of a loot that wasn't there
whose only purpose was to drive the police crazy.
And so?
We don't have the backing of the Bank of Central Europe.
They're very skeptical...
about how to manage the crisis.
And what does... does that mean?
Minister?
They'll let us fall apart.
The stock market plummeting 14% today in three hours
will be a joke
compared to what will happen at nine in the morning
when the markets open.
You've got the mastermind of the operation in there,
on his knees, beaten, and handcuffed.
Tell me what the fuck you're doing in here!
You, get out of here.
You son of a bitch!
No!
You know, you're wrong about me.
Tamayo, if you cross that red line, there's no turning back.
You're saying that to me?
Watch this.
I need you to understand one thing,
or I'll smash that little head of yours.
You won't have an autopsy.
I'll tear you apart, punch after punch in front of your girlfriend.
And I won't stop until you tell me where the gold is or until you die
because either I win or no one does.
Stop!
And what if you're wrong about what it means to "win"?
Picture yourself a few months from now, at home,
listening to the unemployment figures, the debt maturities.
The whole country
plunging into bankruptcy, into an unprecedented crisis,
into absolute chaos.
Which Tamayo would have won more?
The one who arrested us?
The one who killed us and lost the gold?
Or the one who got it back
and stopped the biggest financial collapse in history?
Listen to me.
Tamayo...
I know you'll struggle to grasp this. I really do.
But in this moment, we both only have one option.
Just one.
Either we both win...
or we both lose.
I don't know where the gold is. I don't know.
I don't. Lisbon doesn't. No one in the gang does.
What did you expect?
You think I'd be here with that information?
I'd never do that.
Tamayo, you bury people in the desert.
Sooner or later, you would've squeezed it out of one of us.
I couldn't let anyone into the bank
with that information, not even myself.
That's our firewall.
The gold is already out.
It's on the move.
So this is the grand finale, the last abracadabra, huh?
Ninety tons of gold somewhere out there...
dancing gracefully.
But you are still right about one thing.
I don't really know how I can win.
So maybe both of us have to lose.
Tamayo, you and I are insignificant
compared to the impending economic tsunami.
Absolutely insignificant.
Tamayo, you know there's only one way out.
I know you do.
LAND REGISTRY, 6:50 A.M.
Buenos días.
- The auction has begun. - BACK IN 2 HOURS
Who's been working here for longer than 15 years?
Longer than 20?
Twenty-two?
And sold.
Would you come with me?
Today you'll be able to enjoy
the kind of thing you've been hearing all over the news,
cooperation with an armed group.
You won't be charged though because we're forcing you.
- Thrilling, huh? - Oh. Yeah.
Everyone was after the gold, like a scavenger hunt.
Sierra knew that the gold was the only way she could avoid jail.
It's here.
And Ángel was scrambling.
He took the bait so hard
the fishhook was almost in his stomach.
Tell me!
Colonel, we've tracked down the trucks.
They're heading north, on Route 1.
They're at the Pasaia port.
The fucking Professor won't say a word, Ángel.
Get your ass there right now.
I'm getting on a helicopter.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Sergio.
Does it hurt?
What?
Does it hurt? You're bleeding.
Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm... I'm really good. Really good.
I took a couple of punches, but...
you should see the other guy.
If he stayed here for two more minutes, I mean...
- You'd kick his ass. - I'd kick his ass.
I have no doubt.
I'm glad to hear that.
If I'm not wrong, the last time we talked,
you called me a coward or something.
You yelled at me to shut up.
Yeah, I did.
We argue a lot during heists.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Maybe we should give it up.
Mm-mm. It's not like canceling your library membership. No, no, no.
You need money.
Not to be on the most wanted list in 130 countries...
Oh, and a new identity.
And right now, my face
is in no condition for a passport picture.
More importantly, you don't want to stop.
Let me ask you...
After the Royal Mint of Spain heist,
how long did it take you to start thinking of this one?
Hm.
Forty-eight hours.
Maybe 24.
I owed it to my brother.
Sure, sure, of course, yeah.
Your tribute to dead relatives.
Some people throw ashes into the sea,
others bring flowers to the cemetery...
You rob the national reserve.
But you know what?
You don't do it for your father
or for your brother.
You do it for you.
Um, no, it's my way of communicating with them.
I mean, how? A Ouija board?
No.
That's just what you tell yourself.
It's easier to say than to take off your mask.
Because I know you love masks.
You're always...
playing the role of the nerd,
with your glasses, origami...
And in reality...
In reality, you...
walked into the bank with the confidence
of someone that's about to arm-wrestle the government.
You are the magic trick, Sergio.
Dressed like Clark Kent.
But it's about time you take it off
and accept who you really are.
Will you marry me?
Was it a better proposal this time?
- Fuck. I did it again, I... - No...
I suddenly spit it out like at the motor home.
- I just... I can't believe it... - No. No.
It was good. Yeah.
And?
I will.
I'll do it.
Let's win this.
No matter how tough things get, they still love each other.
A total of 612 purchases have gone through in the last five days.
Mr. Anselmo Bueno Gutiérrez... He sold an urban plot...
Wait, hold on a sec. Let's keep it short.
Give me just the ones bought in cash, no mortgage.
That does narrow down my search.
But would you please...
would you please stop pointing a gun at me?
- Benjamín... - Oops, sorry.
Here, Doña María Flores González
purchased a lot in Robledo de Chavela.
The seller is Rosario Pineda Hernández,
the lot comprising an area of 3,189...
While Alicia Sierra realized she was running out of time
to find the gold,
the police were about to have an epiphany.
PLAN TOM THUMB
Our man in the shadows
will scatter breadcrumbs along his path.
Marseille, go to the stormwater tank.
When you get there, launch Plan Tom Thumb.
At 23:07 on the previous night,
they prepared a crime scene worthy of an Oscar.
The red trucks then transported their fake loot.
And at 8:10 in the morning,
Ángel thought he found something extraordinary.
Colonel, I've got some footage of a group of guys
loading pallets from trucks onto a fishing boat.
- What? A fishing boat? - Breadcrumbs in the sea.
In order to follow them, they'll need satellites,
so they'll reach out to NATO for help, to Interpol.
They'll scan all the traffic cameras in Spain.
And all that...
will make them confident.
Could you zoom in?
Zoom in here, on the main screen.
Bastards.
They're loading the gold onto a boat.
Because the harder it is to follow something
and the more it takes to reach it,
the more you believe that what you're going after is real.
That's why Tamayo didn't hesitate.
The cornerstone of the investigation was the Virgen del Carmen IV,
a vessel used for anchovy fishing in the Cantabrian Sea.
Ángel, where the fuck did that boat go?
I don't know, Colonel. We lost their GPS signal.
Once they have absolutely no idea where we're going,
they'll discover another turn of events.
A random kidnapping at sea.
Colonel, the boat showed up in Cantabria, 100 miles away.
The captain and the crew were tied up in the cabins.
I'm on my way there on the helicopter.
What? What do you mean, "tied up"?
Because we have to make sure lots of things are happening
so that they won't have any time to think.
Okay, then, tell me what happened.
Well, uh, we were out there sailing for about three or four hours.
After that, we heard some noises on the, uh, on the deck.
As if someone was working.
What kind of noises?
The fishing crane.
Like maybe the cargo was being emptied.
Where did they empty it?
The ocean. They were throwing something into the ocean.
Oh, fuck off, Ángel. It makes no sense.
Why wouldn't they just transfer the cargo to another boat?
Why would they throw it into the sea?
I don't know. They had some reason.
And that question...
the most important one...
will be answered by forensics.
They burned everything.
The few things we were able to restore
are pieces of nautical cartography.
They show the Bay of Biscay, and it's a very wide radius.
- How wide? - Thirty, forty miles.
- But there's something else too. - What's that?
It's a diagram for a depth buoy.
It shows a marking at 70 meters below the water's surface.
It could be a beacon for something anchored to the sea bottom.
And then,
once all that information is spread out on the table,
what had seemed crazy will suddenly make sense.
Because where is the only place
you're able to leave tons of gold for centuries
without anyone finding it?
Where can you find all the lost treasure of Spanish galleons?
The bottom of the ocean.
There's that fucking buoy.
We need to mobilize the Navy.
I want frigates, battleships, aircraft carriers,
every goddamn fucking thing!
We're going to comb the Cantabrian Sea.
CANTABRIAN SEA, 11:54 A.M.
We're changing directions.
New course, the Bay of Biscay. Tracking service.
Tamayo was desperately trying to hide
that the gold had left the bank.
He thought the best way to do this
was to pretend the war wasn't over.
Fire at will!
We can hear several gunshots coming from inside the Bank of Spain.
Apparently hostilities are continuing,
although we still don't have any more information.
Gunshots?
Yes, God damn it. Yes!
- Hey, can you hear that? - Shut up!
- Know what that means? - Get down!
It's just a fucking smoke screen.
A smoke screen or they just executed the Professor.
We gotta be hopeful.
If the Professor's here, then we'll be able to leave.
Maybe you think too high of the Professor.
We have to think positive.
Here we go, the classic positivity of idiots.
Take a look around you, Rio.
How many clips do you guys have?
I mean, if you wanna think positive,
I guess we can try to take them down with some good old kung fu,
then we escape and catch a train home.
Positive thinking is the downfall of civilization.
I could even kick your ass right now. I'm that optimistic.
And do you know why?
Because I was inside a fucking tomb in Algeria.
And all I could think about was getting out of there,
and here I am.
You are here because I got involved in all this.
And this guy here.
And that guy there.
Understood?
Well, I'm with Rio.
My whole life I've been in fucking wars.
Now I want peace.
So I think about the future,
a positive one.
I, uh...
No one has ever loved me.
I've never had a serious relationship.
I think it's finally my moment.
Are we in jail by any chance, formally arrested,
waiting to be judged?
Or are we dead inside a plastic bag? No, right?
And why is that?
What do you know that I don't?
I'm just paying attention to the signs, my friends.
We've been detained for 24 hours and we're still alive.
Denver is out there.
He's arrested.
That's the sign that I see.
And it's irreversible.
This guy knows something.
You should try a little positive thinking, my friends.
The last thing Tamayo needed
was a video that showed the world everything he was trying to hide.
Ladies and gentlemen, as promised,
the answer to the question "How did we get the gold out of here?"
It was thanks to this baby.
This extraction pump propelled the gold
over a distance of 18 kilometers,
to a location where our team outside collected the nuggets,
melted it down again,
and turned it into gold ingots.
That's the blatant proof now
that we don't have the gold.
... the gold has already left the Bank of Spain.
In today's treasury auction,
we're going to lose billions and billions of euros,
week after week,
until we're unable to get any financing.
And after that, the country will go bankrupt.
I said to stop the exchange.
I don't care if it's been open for three minutes.
Cut off the trading!
The Professor was right.
This is a total shitstorm.
And just when everyone thought the Spanish economy
couldn't be more discredited...
- Look at this! - ... came the cherry on top.
You could argue that we were lying.
But seeing the Navy combing the sea in search of the gold
was inarguable proof of the success of our heist.
Come on, who the fuck tipped off the press?
Everything I just told you, multiply it by ten.
That is how we close Plan Tom Thumb.
And then finally...
finally we'll be in a position to negotiate.
Nothing's been moved around for a while.
The garden is well kept.
How many left?
One. It's seven kilometers away.
- Let's go. - It's a stone house built in 1926.
It's rustic.
This one's prefabricated, right?
Check the lawn.
Now what do we do?
Should we go, "One, two, three," then we all kill each other?
Very well.
No one can hear us.
I imagine you've got a plan.
You're going to give a press conference.
You'll say that after investigation, the police...
have found the gold.
If I do that, then you'd have me with my pants down.
If I betray you on this, you'll stop trusting me.
- That's not good. - It shouldn't be a matter of trust.
It should be a matter of life and death.
Suárez, Cañizo, proceed.
On your feet!
What the fuck is happening?
No fucking clue, Manila.
Trick me, Professor,
and you'll watch your friends be executed.
- Suárez, you hear me? - Copy, Colonel.
Now that you know the game we're playing,
do you really want me to go out there
and have a word with the press? Hm?
I told you, "Either we both win...
or we both lose."
I know the plan of how to steal the gold from the Bank of Spain.
The little I don't know, I assume.
You wanna give them back the gold
as a bargaining chip, isn't that right?
But I won't let that happen.
Because the true miracle was to get it out.
And that part is done.
You must be the nephew, right?
Rafael.
Your uncle wrote this for you.
Good morning.
I regret to call you here on such short notice,
but I have an important announcement.
The investigation by the police has moved forward.
We've intercepted two trucks
carrying the gold reserve of the Bank of Spain.
Please.
And you'll tell them something else.
That I came into the bank
so I could negotiate the gang's surrender
to prevent any greater harm.
On that matter, he went down to the bank's basement,
48 meters deep,
where the other robbers are still entrenched,
fending off the attacks of the State Security Forces.
And you'll conclude with a message of trust and transparency.
As soon as you show up on TV,
those trucks will make their way to the bank.
You can escort them along the AP1 North.
And how exactly will you give that order arrested and handcuffed?
It won't be me.
The order is you.
Your announcement on TV is the signal.
It's all part of the plan.
You'll have won, and the whole world will see it.
A dramatic turn of events.
The gold returns to the Bank of Spain,
in turn de-escalating the stock market turmoil.
The government and the economists
agree the debt crisis is now under control
and it can be recovered as fast as its downfall.
Right this moment, civil servants from the Bank of Spain
and the State Security Forces are unloading the gold
from the trucks to get them all back into the bank's vault.
What trucks are those?
It's part of the plan.
A part of the plan I don't know?
Not every secret should be told in bed.
- What the fuck are you saying? - Relax.
I can't relax, because I don't know what's happening right now.
It was necessary.
Maybe you can fool everyone else, but not me, Sergio.
I don't understand.
You would never go into the Bank of Spain
to later return the gold. Never.
Of course not. I'm doing it to save Rio.
Yeah, yeah, sure. He's a real fantastic kid.
Why don't you tell me the last part of the plan?
No one who's going into the bank can know the last part of the plan.
Well, I can understand that.
However, in that case, I'm out.
Martín.
What is a country's gold?
Its wealth?
No.
It's... an illusion.
It's an illusion.
It's useless.
Spain doesn't pay for anything with that gold.
Not one transaction. Nothing.
It's...
It's merely psychological.
Gold for brass.
So you'll do to the Bank of Spain
what Berlin did with the Viking treasure?
How did it go in Denmark?
The exchange was exquisite.
Get out!
The ingots that came in those trucks are gold-coated brass.
Just gold-coated brass.
I warned you.
- Suárez, Cañizo, weapons ready! - Raise weapons!
Tamayo, wait a minute.
Those bars have stopped the debt crisis.
Didn't you portray yourself as a Robin Hood?
Now you want to steal the gold of an entire country?
I'm a thief.
Son of a thief.
Brother of a thief.
I hope someday to be the father of a thief.
No one can reject their nature, Tamayo.
I'm leaving you an honorable way out.
Think about it, Colonel.
It's almost funny.
You know perfectly well it fits with the Spanish tradition.
Which other country could have a national reserve of fake gold
and still be one of the most important economies in the world?
It's the Spanish picaresque.
The Lazarillo de Tormes, it wasn't written in English.
Isn't that right?
Tamayo,
you will be a hero.
A hero.
And this small difference of metals
will be just another state secret.
It'll pass down from president to president for the next 50,
60, 70 years, but at the core...
nothing is going to change.
- Load them. - Load!
No, Tamayo. No!
Did you really think you'd get out of here that easily,
leaving me a national reserve made of brass?
Tell me where to find the gold.
- Ten. - Ten!
The brass reserve is the best of your options right now, Tamayo.
- Nine! - You can't do this, Colonel.
You can't do this.
- Eight! - Eight!
If they shoot, I'll prove that all you have out there
is nothing more than junk!
- Seven. - I've got videos, I've got documents.
- Everything will go public at once. - Six.
Do you know what that means? The debt will skyrocket.
The stock market will plummet. The country will be broke.
- Five! - Five!
It'll be total bankruptcy. You won't have a plan B!
- Four! - Four!
That brass will be the best of both worlds! Tamayo!
- Three! - Three!
Sergio!
Accept it. All the markets accepted it.
The rest of the world accepted it. Only you have to accept it.
- It's your only option. - Two.
Two!
You'll never get the gold, you hear me?
It's not even up to me. The plan carries on.
The gold is our protection,
the ones inside and the ones outside.
- It'll never be returned. - One!
If you shoot, you'll only have the dead bodies
and bankruptcy.
I told you and I'll say it again,
either we both win or we both lose!
Colonel,
it's time for you to face it.
This is checkmate.
Good morning.
The heist is officially over.
The Army's Special Forces have managed to gain access
to the bank's basement with the use of explosives,
releasing the final hostages.
HOSTAGES RELEASED FROM THE BANK OF SPAIN
During the operation, due to strong resistance,
the following gang members have been taken down.
Aníbal Cortés, alias Rio.
Santiago López, alias Bogotá.
Julia Martínez, alias Manila.
POLICE TAKE DOWN ROBBERS
Matías Caño, alias Pamplona.
Mirko Dragic, alias Helsinki.
Mónica Gaztambide, alias Stockholm.
Martín Berrotti, alias Palermo.
Raquel Murillo, alias Lisbon.
And Sergio Marquina, alias the Professor.
The police investigation
that led to the recovery of the national reserve
was decisively aided by the cooperation
of Daniel Ramos, alias Denver,
who will now be part of our witness protection program
until all legal actions are concluded.
No one chases a dead man, Colonel.
The real gold is our hostage.
If you don't want the biggest state secret to be revealed,
this chase ends here and now.
Forever.
THE DREAM ISN'T OVER
Now, what you're really wondering is,
"What happened to the real gold?"
He'd have wanted this.
Are you sure he'll give you your share?
Yeah.
It's a matter of family.
24 HOURS LATER
We actually made it.
- You gotta believe, brother. - Always.
Thank you.
I almost blew it, huh?
This man always has a double twist, right?
You fuckers.
I didn't say a word, by the way.
It didn't all work out the way we wanted.
We're not all here.
But...
Well, we did achieve something.
- Come on. - Okay, okay.
Professor, you have something for me.
Lucía?
And Victoria.
And the gold?
The gold's already in Portugal.
It's in a little house.
The little treasure house.
Nobody could've imagined when this story began
that we'd end up being escorted to safety by an elite military team.
And that we'd fly into our new life without anyone knowing the truth.
A new life, a free life,
filled with gold.
So that no one in the gang would ever have to rob a bank again.
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OUR LEGACY CONTINUES THANKS TO ALL OF YOU, THE REAL RESISTANCE