-Stop or I’ll shoot! -No!
My name is Tokyo.
But when this story began, that wasn’t my name.
SUSPECT'S WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN
That was me.
That was the love of my life.
ROBBER SHOT DEAD
The last time I saw him,
I left him in a pool of blood with his eyes open.
We pulled off 15 perfect heists.
But mixing love and business never works.
So, when the security guard fired, I had to change my profession...
from thief to murderer.
And that’s how I started to run.
In a way, I was dead too.
Well, almost dead.
FOR SALE
I'd been in hiding for 11 days,
and my photo was plastered all over police stations throughout Spain.
I’d get a 30-year sentence.
And, to be honest,
growing old in a prison cell wasn't for me.
I'd rather be on the run.
Body and soul.
And if I can’t run with my body...
at least let my soul escape.
I'd run out of time, and there were important things left to do.
Well, one thing, really.
Hello?
Mom?
Oh, honey.
How are you, sweetheart?
What’s happening?
You've been watching the news, right?
Have you heard what they're saying about me?
Yes, of course I've heard.
You know what?
I’m thinking about going on a trip. I might get a job on a Chinese ship.
As a cook.
Didn’t you say I couldn’t even make an omelet?
So, I’ll learn. What do you think?
I don’t know, sweetheart. What if they only eat Chinese food?
What does this trip mean?
That I won’t see you again?
Don't be silly. Of course you’ll see me.
I’ll buy you a ticket so you can come visit me.
Visit you where?
At the cemetery?
Are you alone?
Mom, are you alone?
Yes.
Then, go out to the street... like you were going to the market.
I’ll find you.
And that day, the day I was walking into a trap,
my guardian angel appeared.
You can never know for sure what a guardian angel will look like,
but what you'd least expect is for him to drive up in a 1992 Seat Ibiza.
Excuse me, do you have a minute?
No.
There's only one upside to cooking on a Chinese ship.
You don’t have to do the dishes.
For a moment, I thought about the Chinese...
and the fact that I hate people who spit.
-Who are you, a cop? -Wait.
It's a trap. A police squad's waiting for you,
and the UIT's been sitting in a car for six days...
Why should I believe you?
And that’s how I met the Professor,
pointing a gun at his balls.
May I?
The good thing about relationships
is that you end up forgetting how they started.
May I?
They’re already at your mother’s house.
That’s why I came to help you.
I have a business proposal.
A heist. A heist that’s...
one of a kind.
I’m looking for people who...
well, people who don’t have much to lose.
How does...
2.4 billion euros sound?
Nobody had ever scored that big,
not in New York, London, or Monte Carlo.
If my picture had to be in the papers again,
at least it’d be for pulling off the biggest heist ever.
WELCOME
I welcome you...
and...
I thank you for having accepted this...
this job offer.
We’ll live here, away from the world and its distractions...
for five months, five months we’ll spend studying
-how to pull off the heist. -What do you mean, five months?
Are you crazy?
Look, people spend years studying...
to earn a salary, which, even in a best case scenario...
is still just a salary, a shitty salary.
What's five months?
I’ve been thinking about this...
for much longer...
so I'll never have to work again.
And neither will you...
and neither will your children.
Okay.
You don’t know each other yet, and I want it to stay that way.
I don't want you to use your names
or to ask personal questions...
And, of course, no personal relationships.
I want each of you to choose a name, something simple.
They can be numbers, planets, or cities...
-Like "Mister 17, Miss 23." -We're off to a bad start.
-I can't even remember my phone number. -That’s why I said that.
How about planets? I can be Mars, and he can be Uranus.
I won’t be Uranus, so forget it.
-What’s wrong with Uranus? -It sounds bad.
-It’ll be cities. Cities. -So, cities it is.
Okay.
That’s how I ended up calling myself Tokyo.
The one checking out my butt is Berlin.
A wanted man.
BERLIN
Twenty-seven heists.
Jewelry shops, auction houses, and armored cars.
His biggest job, the Champs-Élysées in Paris.
Four hundred and thirty-four diamonds.
He’s like a shark in a swimming pool.
You can swim with him, but you’re never at ease.
And he was the one in charge of the heist.
The one coughing is Moscow.
He started off digging a mine in Asturias.
MOSCOW
Then he realized he’d get further by digging upwards.
Six fur shops, three watch shops, and the Rural Credit Union of Avilés.
He's skilled with a thermal lance and any industrial equipment.
The one sitting behind Moscow is Denver, his son.
Drugs, chipped teeth, and broken ribs.
The king of bar fights. A total hothead.
In a perfect plan, he'd be a ticking time bomb.
Rio, my only weakness.
He’s like the Mozart of computers.
He's been coding since age six. He knows everything about alarms
and electronics.
With everything else, it’s as if he was born yesterday.
And those are the Siamese twins, Helsinki and Oslo.
Even the most sophisticated plan needs soldiers,
and what's better than two Serbs?
Maybe they can think, but, frankly, we’ll never know.
Nairobi...
a hardened optimist.
She's been creating counterfeit bills since age 13,
and now she’s our quality control manager.
She may be crazy, but that chick's really damn funny.
Realize that they’ll be talking about us on the news every day.
And every family in the country will be wondering...
what we’re doing.
Know what they’ll be thinking?
"Lucky bastards! I wish I'd thought of that first!"
The Professor, no criminal background, no records.
He hasn't renewed his ID since he was 19.
For all intents and purposes, a ghost, but a very smart ghost.
That's because we’re not stealing... anybody’s money.
They’ll even like us.
And that's vital.
It’s vital for us to have public opinion on our side.
Those people are going to see us as their damn heroes.
But be very careful...
because the second a drop of blood is spilled-- this is very important--
if there’s a single victim...
we’ll stop being Robin Hoods,
and we'll just become some sons of bitches.
Professor?
Miss Tokyo.
What are we robbing?
The Royal Mint of Spain.
DAY OF THE HEIST FRIDAY
Who chose the masks?
-What’s wrong with the masks? -They're not scary.
In heist movies, robbers wear scary masks.
They’re zombies, skeletons, the Grim Reaper. I don’t know...
With a gun in his hand, a madman is scarier than a skeleton.
-Stop it. -Who is this guy with the mustache?
Dalí, son, a Spanish painter. He was very good.
-A painter? -Yes.
-A painter of paintings? -Yes.
Do you know what’s fucking scary? Children's cartoons.
They’re really scary.
What cartoons?
Goofy, Pluto, Mickey Mouse, all those.
You're saying a mouse with ears is scarier?
Yeah, jackass. Want me to smack you upside the head?
-Hey! -I’m right. Listen to me.
If a guy with a gun goes into a place wearing a Mickey Mouse mask,
people will think he’s nuts, that there's gonna be a bloodbath.
Know why? Because weapons and children
are two things you never put together. Am I right, Dad?
If you look at it that way, it’d be more dangerous, more twisted.
So a Jesus mask would be more frightening. He’s more innocent.
Like that saying, "as shocking as Christ with two guns."
-Actually, it's "a saint with two guns." -It doesn’t matter.
It was obvious the crew lacked women.
A woman can waste two days choosing shoes for a wedding,
but she’d never spend a minute choosing masks for a heist.
Everything we'd planned was starting now.
And in that moment, I thought of all the innocent people
whose lives we would stop in their tracks.
LOCAL ROAD E-80
The Professor knew there was only one way
to enter the Royal Mint of Spain with three tons of explosives.
It had to be in the truck that entered every week
with the new rolls of banknote paper ready for printing.
That was what we were going to do.
We'd make it all the way in, escorted by the National Police.
DETOUR THROUGH RASCAFRÍA
In Spain, anything escorted by two cop cars
is something heavily guarded.
But if you block any radio or telephone communication
and you point five assault rifles at some 26-year-old kids' heads,
it doesn’t matter how armed they are, they'd feel just like any of us...
-I told you to get out, damn it! -Get out of the fucking car!
...scared shitless.
-Do what I say! Understand? -Courage and heroism have a price,
and it’s more than the 1,600 euros a month made by a kid in a uniform...
Open the truck. You hear?
...or a truck driver.
Come on, damn it! Open it!
If those men's daughters had been in the back of the truck,
they never would've opened it.
But who cares about some rolls of watermarked banknote paper?
Hurry up!
Fuck, man! Come on!
Come on! Keep walking!
Sit down. Relax, you three, or I’ll hit you with the butt of my rifle.
You’re gonna drive with a gun aimed at your kidneys.
So when you get a call asking if everything’s all right,
you’ll answer calmly, as if everything were normal.
Is that clear?
In the middle of that chaos with guns,
I remembered that the night before I had been proposed to...
and that I'd rather have different plans.
But if you think about it, there's never a good day for a heist.
Now you know what you have to do.
Don’t take your eyes off the girl. There can’t be any mistakes, all right?
She’s 17.
I think I can handle her.
CAN I SIT NEXT TO YOU?
YES.
Hello.
Do you want to go out with me?
Okay. I'll go.
No.
I don’t have to think it over. I mean...
I do.
Okay, kids, we’re here.
Let’s go straight to the museum lobby, where--
Pedro, don’t behave like you do in class.
Let’s exit in an orderly fashion, using both doors...
And this is the facade of the Royal Mint of Spain.
The little lamb is going in.
Perfect.
Berlin, your turn.
ROYAL MINT OF SPAIN
And now, be careful what you do.
How are you, Javi? Where’s Rafita?
Shift change.
You're doing great. Keep calm.
Okay, kids, come in.
Slowly.
This is important. As soon as we get the visitors' passes...
Keep the visitors' passes around your neck.
They must stay visible throughout the whole visit, okay?
Don’t turn around.
When you’re next to me, I find it hard to breathe.
Well, breathe,
because in nine months, you'll be left breathless.
Go ahead.
Keep them visible during the whole visit, kids.
Visitors' passes around your necks. Lower your voices.
Berlin, the first camera's on your left.
Don't you have anything to say? I just told you I’m pregnant.
What should I do, Monica? Call my wife, tell her to pick up the kids,
so we can all go out and celebrate? For God’s sake!
Go on. Come on.
ACCESS TO SECURITY SYSTEM
Accessing.
Get ready, Tokyo.
ACCESS TO ALARM SYSTEM
Great!
-Alarms disengaged. -Now.
Go ahead, come on.
You said yesterday that things were bad between you two,
you can’t stand her, and you're having problems.
Problems just like any married couple with three children.
I didn't say I was leaving.
Monica, I've had three kids, all through in vitro.
For over 20 years, I've had sex with my wife without conceiving,
and now you're telling me this.
You must be Shiva, the goddess of fertility.
What are you implying?
I'm not looking for child support, you know?
Or a divorce.
And much less a paternity test.
I thought you loved me.
And... I thought it was a good thing.
It will be difficult to make it work, but...
but it's something wonderful.
Listen!
Do you want to know what I’m going to do with your child?
-That’s what you want, right? -Listen to me, don’t rush--
Don't move!
Freeze.
Don’t move! Don’t move, or I’ll blow your brains out!
-What’s the matter? Do something! -Stand up!
Get out!
Come on!
Hurry up!
Come on!
Stay there!
Fuck!
Come on.
This way. Come on.
And this wonderful staircase, made of marble and granite--
Don’t move!
Don’t move! Come on!
Get back!
Please, don’t!
Professor, we have a problem.
I don’t see the little lamb. I don’t fucking see her!
Miss Parker, where did you go?
Wait.
-Please! -Let’s go! That way!
Stop.
Okay.
I’m moving too fast. I know.
Let’s remember this moment.
Let’s take a picture with your phone.
Wait...
Fuck!
Here? It’s kind of trashy, isn't it?
It’s our first day together.
You look so pretty.
I can’t find the girl. I don’t fucking see her.
Unbutton this and look a bit sexy.
It’s on your phone. You can delete it if you want.
This is for the both of us, you and me.
Come on.
With this photo, you'll go viral on the Internet.
Give me my phone!
Give me my phone! Give it to me!
Give me the fucking phone! Give me the phone!
Give me the fucking phone!
First of all...
good morning.
I’m the one in charge.
And first off, I want...
to offer my apologies.
This really isn't a good way to end your week.
But you’re here as hostages.
Your phone.
If you obey, I guarantee you’ll leave alive.
-Name? -Alison Parker.
-PIN? -2078.
Phone.
Calm down.
PIN?
Why do you need my PIN?
Either you tell me the fucking PIN, or I’ll beat it out of you.
How far along are you?
-Eight months. -Eight months.
PIN?
1234.
You look like a brain,
but you’ve got that shitty PIN. What a dumbass. Your name?
-Arturo. -Arturo what?
-Arturo Román. -Arturo Román, okay. Arturito.
All of you are our way out of here, so I’m going to protect you.
Hey...
Give me your hands. Let go.
What’s your name?
Ariadna.
Come with me. Come.
Calm down.
Feel my hands.
Are these the hands of a monster?
No.
Because I’m not a monster.
I know exactly how you feel.
Dry mouth, shortness of breath... You have to try to calm down. Breathe.
Breathe.
That’s it. Please breathe with me, all of you.
Breathe in.
Easy, easy.
Take control of your breathing. Breathe out.
That's it.
Miss Monica Gaztambide, please?
Don’t move. Please, don’t move.
-Don’t even think about it. -Be quiet.
-I said don't move. -Be quiet.
Miss Monica Gaztambide, would you be so kind as to step forward?
That’s me.
You’re the man, Dad!
You’re awesome.
It would be great to sleep here, Dad.
You could sleep like a king!
Dad!
Fucking here would be like...
Stop fooling around and let’s get to work. Come on, damn it.
This smells fucking amazing.
Better than roast lamb, Dad. Better than roast lamb.
-Get on here, damn it! -Come on!
When have you had a bed like this? Not behind bars.
Have you seen where we are, Dad? We’re awesome.
-We're awesome. -Don't kid yourself.
We’re nothing.
What else do you know how to do? Have you ever had a job?
Have you ever sent out your résumé?
Come on, damn it.
My résumé?
My résumé, what for? To get you out of Alcalá-Meco prison?
Do you think I'm proud of that?
I was in and out of prison for 12 years.
And you know why?
Why?
Because I’m not very smart, son.
And neither are you.
But someone else is the brains of this heist.
If we’re lucky
and you don't act like a dumbass, you’ll leave here set for life.
-I won't act like a dumbass. -Come on, damn it!
Let's fill these up.
Answer the phone and convince whoever it is
that we're closed due to a technical problem. Understood?
Yes.
I have no choice but to aim a gun at you.
-Do you feel it? -Yes.
Good.
Now.
Royal Mint of Spain, may I help you?
No, I’m sorry, I can’t put you through to Arturo right now.
The system is down.
No, I can’t bring him up here.
No, he can’t come here to pick up the phone.
No, that's not possible.
No, because--
Just because. I don’t know where he is right now.
I don’t know if he’s in the factory, the museum,
the cafeteria, or wherever! Anyway, that’s not my job, miss!
That performance deserved an Oscar, Miss Gaztambide.
Twenty minutes in,
we started wiring the analogue communication system
in order to talk to the Professor...
without phones or radio frequency, so nobody could hear us.
We had sealed the doors, and the alarms hadn't gone off.
It was like time had stopped
and nobody knew we'd taken over the Royal Mint of Spain.
And in that sweet calm before the storm,
it seemed just like...
an ordinary day.
You look handsome.
Who is it?
It’s me. Let me in.
Rio, man. If the Professor catches us, you know he’ll kill us.
I know. I have to talk to you. Sit down.
-What’s up? -Sit down, damn it.
What’s up?
Tomorrow’s the heist.
We have no damn idea what's gonna happen.
So I want you to know I'm serious about you... and...
I'm perfectly aware that you’re a little older, and...
and that you may be looking for... something more serious.
So, I wanted to give you something.
I couldn't buy you a ring because we’re stuck here,
but as soon as I get out, I’ll get you a rock so big
you’ll need to cart your hand around in a fucking wheelbarrow.
What’s this?
An engagement dog tag?
At least you’ll know my real name now.
Right, but we’re not allowed to know each other’s names.
Well, don’t look at it.
But it’s yours.
How do I say this to you?
What we have is really good, okay?
Great.
We've slept together a few nights...
What do you mean, a few? It's been every night.
All but four or five...
Honestly, I don’t think we'd make a good couple.
Isn't the sex good?
Yes, it's good. It's fantastic.
Well, that’s a start, right?
But you need more than good sex to be a couple, right?
Are you saying that because I’m 12 years younger?
I’m gonna have 300 million euros.
I’m not a kid. I'm set for life.
-Really, Rio, I wish I felt... -What do you mean, "I wish"?
There was love. There was. I was there.
Is there someone else?
Not anymore.
Look, Rio,
when all this is over, maybe you and I will go to Tahiti
and see if this works.
But tomorrow I only want to have one thing on my mind:
not getting killed.
Rio.
Rio, don’t.
No.
You left a phone on.
Well, turn it off.
The vault is open.
Put on your vests and get ready to go out.
As soon as you’re ready, we’ll activate the alarm.
Berlin, prepare to open the doors.
Hostages, for your own safety, take three steps back!
A little more this way. That's it.
Okay. Everything’s going to be all right.
A little closer.
Calm down.
Calm down. I see the bags. They’re full of money.
Now they’ll leave, and it’ll be all right.
We have a 10-33 at the Royal Mint.
Z24 on the way. We’ll get there in two minutes.
Two minutes.
Why did the alarm go off?
I don’t know.
They’re just standing there. I don’t understand.
-Why don’t they take the money and leave? -I don’t know!
One minute, 40 seconds.
One minute, 40--
What’s your name?
Arturo.
-Arturo, is it? -Yes. No, I didn’t see anything!
I didn’t seen anything, I swear.
-Look at me. -I didn't see anything.
Come on, Arturo, look at me. Look at me.
Come on.
Do you like movies?
Do you like them?
I’m... I’m a big fan.
Have you noticed how in horror films
there’s always someone at the beginning, a nice guy like you,
that makes you think, "That guy’s going to die..."
-and then it happens? -No...
He always dies.
Arturo, believe me, you’re that guy.
Z24 to headquarters. We’ll be there in 30 seconds.
Thirty seconds.
It’s vital that the police
don’t have the faintest idea what we’re doing.
We’ll make them believe that we came in for a robbery,
they caught us leaving with the money, and everything went to shit.
We took out our guns, opened fire, and had no choice...
but to retreat.
And then,
without having hurt anyone,
we go inside.
Let them think we’re trapped like rats.
Let them think we’re improvising.
Now!
Tokyo! Tokyo, wait! Shit! It’s too soon!
Tokyo!
Go out, throw the money, shoot at the ground, and go back inside.
I’d heard that more than 30 times.
But what the Professor didn’t tell us is that they'd fire back.
Rio!
God fucking damn it, man!
Holy shit!
This couldn't have been a worse fucking start, man!
Jesus Christ!
Fuck!
Requesting backup. We need backup immediately
at the Royal Mint.
We’ve got hostile gunfire. Officer down. I repeat, officer down.
The bullet of a M16 fires at 3,510 kilometers per hour.
It travels faster than the speed of sound.
If you get shot in the heart,
you won’t even hear the bullet that killed you.
That’s how I knew I'd fucked it all up...
all in a millisecond...
and in the same way as always.