Collision Course (2026) Movie Script

FOR YEARS, SPANISH BANKS SOLD COMPLEX
FINANCIAL PRODUCTS TO ORDINARY PEOPLE,
SUCH AS SAVERS, PENSIONERS, FAMILIES.
[ominous music playing]
THEY WERE PROMISED SECURITY.
THEY TOOK ON RISKS THEY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND.
MANY LOST THEIR SAVINGS.
OTHERS, THEIR HOMES.
IN 2012, AFTER THE SYSTEM COLLAPSED,
THE STATE BAILED OUT THE BANKS
WITH OVER 60 BILLION.
[ominous music continues]
[man on TV] Spain remains trapped
in the grip of a crisis,
and though it began over five years ago
it's still being felt aggressively
in households across the nation.
With an unemployment rate close to 26%
and over 5.5 million people out of work,
the economic recovery that some indicators
predicted has yet to reach the streets.
The Minister of Economy, Luis de Guindos,
insists 2014 will mark a turning point
with slow but steady growth.
However, citizens continue
to suffer from cuts in health,
education, and social services,
while wages fall
and consumer spending fails to pick up.
Discontent is growing on the streets.
This week, thousands of people have
once again demonstrated in several cities
to demand a change to austerity policies.
Trade unions and civic groups denounce
the fact that bank bailouts have not
translated into lending or job creation
as inequality continues to grow.
Meanwhile, Spanish families
try to survive amid unpaid mortgages,
insecure jobs, and social benefits
that continue to wane year after year.
[woman] Asshole!
FOR SALE
Morning, Paqui.
[music fades]
-[birds singing and chirping]
-[indistinct chatter]
Good morning, Lola.
Good morning.
[man 1] They say a guy
from the neighborhood won.
Bought it at
the convenience store next door.
[man 2] The world's biggest idiot.
If I won five million on the lottery,
I wouldn't even pick up
my laptop from work.
I'd turn off my phone, like, "Deuces."
I'd go live without an alarm clock, boss,
and without a wife, while I'm at it.
-Here you go.
-[man 2] Never see me again.
-Thanks a lot.
-Thank you. How generous.
[ominous music playing]
-[keypad beeping]
-[lock buzzes]
CONDAL BANK
GROWING TOGETHER
[lights humming]
[sighs]
[doorbell ringing]
[ringing continues]
Sir, excuse me, I'm sorry.
I need to make an urgent deposit.
I'm very sorry, sir.
We're still not quite open yet.
Come back in an hour.
Uh, wait a sec.
Hang on, let me explain. Listen!
[ominous music continues]
Come here, please.
Look.
I swear to you,
I've been awake all night, sir.
-It's for five million.
-Wait just a minute.
-[door lock buzzes]
-Step back from the door a little bit.
It opens out.
-I'm so grateful to you.
-Right here.
Honestly, I was scared
to have it in the house.
Oh, I understand completely.
Come with me to the office,
I'll take care of you.
The rest of the workers
won't be here for a while yet.
-[taser crackling]
-[grunting]
[thuds]
[music intensifies]
COLLISION COURSE
[groans]
[sighs]
[coughing]
[tense music playing]
[softly] Hey, hey, hey. [gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[woman] Access code
to the safe deposit boxes.
I couldn't tell you, for years now,
that service has been automated.
I don't know it.
The contents of those boxes
are not your responsibility,
you know that, right?
I I honestly don't know how to get in.
[gasps]
-[man 2] Which hand do you jerk off with?
-Huh?
[whimpering]
-It's not-- [screaming]
-[bones crunching]
It's 73, 29, 65, 84, 91, zero, four!
-[woman] 73, 29, 65, 84, 91, zero, four.
-[keypad beeping]
[man 3] Six, five, eight, four,
nine, one, zero, four.
[alert beeps]
Incorrect.
[woman] Incorrect.
-[bones crack]
-[screaming]
[tense, pensive music playing]
Oh, that's great, of course.
This country in a nutshell.
Six minutes. How's it going?
[yells, gasps]
Okay! It's 73, 29, 65,
84, 91, zero, three.
-[woman] 73, 29, 65, 84, 91, zero, three.
-[keypad beeping]
[chimes]
[man 3] Correct.
[safe tumblers thudding]
[lock clanks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[clacks]
[bolt fires]
[clacks]
[bolt fires]
[bank manager groans]
[music turns ominous]
[woman] Pedro. What's up?
-[Pedro] Bad news.
-[clanks]
-They're not here.
-What do you mean "not here"?
[Pedro] 34 is empty.
-[woman] He said they were here.
-Nothing's there.
-[man 2] What's up?
-[woman] 34's empty.
-[man 2] What?
-[woman] 34 is fucking empty!
-[Pedro] They're not here!
-[man 2] So, what do we do?
[woman] We stick to the plan.
Open the boxes.
[man 2] There's no fucking way
all we're leaving with
are wedding rings
and first communion medals!
-Hey! You!
-[music intensifies]
Where are they?
[grunts]
Where are they?
[man 1 over comm] The cleaning lady
is at the door. She's early.
[doorbell ringing]
-[ringing continues]
-[suspenseful music playing]
[door lock buzzes]
Morning! I'm here early,
I have a doctor's appointment later on.
Hello?
[gun cocks]
Shh.
Miss, come with me.
[woman] Okay, let's go. That's it.
-[man 1] 12 minutes. We have to leave now.
-[woman] Come on! Let's do this!
[man 2] Fucking hell. Box 34?
My ass! It stops at 33.
[woman] Shut up, damn it! Let's go!
[man 2] Come on, come on. Let's go.
[bank manager groaning]
[woman] Ral.
-Is it clear?
-[Ral] Hang on. Wait.
[indistinct chatter]
[tense, pensive music playing]
Don't move a muscle.
-Now, now, now. Go ahead.
-Let's go.
[car engine starts]
[Ral] What happened in there? Huh?
-[man 2] Drive!
-What happened?
-[man 2] Let's get the hell out of here!
-[woman] No, slow your roll, Ral.
What happened, guys? Seriously.
[woman] Don't raise any suspicions.
Okay? Everyone relax.
-You gonna tell me or not?
-They weren't there!
-[Ral] What?
-[man 2] Run the light!
[woman] No, no. no. Stop at the light.
-[tense, pensive music continues]
-[crosswalk alert chiming]
[alarm wailing distantly]
Hey, what is that?
Oh, fuck, it's shit.
They say it's good luck to step in that.
[man 2] They teach you
how to speed up yet?
[woman] No, don't. Just wait.
-Hang on. Now.
-[engine revs]
[suspenseful music playing]
-All that for shit.
-[woman] It's not, Toms.
-There's at least a million there.
-[Toms] A million?
-You're an appraiser now?
-Are you stupid?
Compared to the diamonds,
this is a piata.
We only did this for the diamonds, right?
Okay, so, he had to have lied.
Wait, wait.
When he opened it, he was alone.
Hey, what are you insinuating,
you fucking child?
-Let me see!
-[Pedro] Get your hands off me, damn it!
-[Toms] Let me see!
-Okay, guys.
-I know he's lying!
-[woman] Not now!
-Don't do this.
-Fucking liar!
You're psychotic!
-[Toms] He's lying!
-Stop!
-Enough!
-[van horn blaring]
[crashing and thudding]
[yelling]
[high-pitched ringing]
1 PEDRO
[Toms groaning]
[coughing]
[coughing, gasping]
-You okay?
-[groans] Yeah.
[Ral groaning]
No
No. Dad? Please, Dad.
Dad! [gasps]
Dad! Dad! Dad, look at me!
No, no, no! Dad! Wake up, Dad!
-Dad!
-We gotta get out of here. We gotta go.
[Ral] Dad! Dad! Dad!
No. No, no, no, no. Look at me.
Come on, Dad! Dad! Dad!
[woman gasping]
[Ral] Dad! Say something! Look at me!
Wake up, Dad! No, leave me alone!
[woman] Ral, we have to go.
-Hey, what is he doing? What's going on?
-[woman breathing heavily]
[Ral] Stop! No, stop!
-[woman] No.
-[Ral] Put that down! No!
-[gun cocks]
-No, we're not burning him! Hey!
[gunshot]
-Come on! What the hell?
-[Ral] Drop it! Put it down!
[tense music playing]
[gasping]
-We're not burning him!
-The car's loaded with evidence!
Ral, think about your mother.
Think about her, okay?
Think of your mom.
-[tense music continues]
-[all breathing heavily]
[Tomas grunts]
[music intensifies]
["Maldita sea mi suerte"
by Los Suaves playing over stereo]
[mouthing guitar melody]
[music fades]
NATIONAL POLICE
[indistinct chatter]
-[woman] Hello.
-Sergeant.
[sirens wailing distantly]
[man] I want a list of everything
documented as soon as possible.
-[woman] I'm late. Apologies.
-Hello, Carla.
[Carla] What have we have?
Three of them entered,
and we think another was outside.
Okay, and what was stolen?
Money and jewelry.
They broke into the safe deposit boxes.
The protocol's been activated.
If they try to sell anything,
we'll catch them.
-Hey.
-How goes it?
-[indistinct chatter]
-[cameras beeping and clicking]
Morning. How are you? Carla Menca,
Detective Sergeant, Robbery Squad One.
Nice to meet you.
Let's see. The first one was older,
he was in his late sixties, I imagine.
He had as beard, a cane,
and he was also wearing a
What are those hats you go hunting in?
And the others?
The others? Two more,
there was a guy and a girl,
they were young, they had masks on
as soon as both of them walked in.
Anything strange these past few days?
Uh, no, nothing.
Nothing out of the ordinary I can recall.
-And you arrived at 7:00?
-Yes, like always.
I like begin the day alone.
I don't get much done
after everyone's here.
Nothing. No one in the neighborhood
or district won the lottery.
The lottery?
The bait. You know,
money is the root of all evil.
Check the footage from all the cameras
within 100 meters.
We're already on it.
I want the first copy of the proceedings
sent to the court as soon as possible.
Okay.
When we know the boxes' owners,
get them to the station, one by one.
-[man] Okay.
-You think they might be involved?
Would you break in
without knowing what was in there?
Not even the manager
can tell us what's in there.
Only the owners.
That's not intuition, that's information.
The same people come almost every day,
especially early in the morning.
I hadn't ever seen these people. At all.
Were there any details
that might've caught your attention?
-Anything odd?
-[Lola] Well, I mean, they were normal.
Um, like, about 30 or so.
One of them had a hat on, that's for sure,
and the other one had a beard
that was kinda blonde.
Well, brown, I guess.
There really wasn't anything unusual.
Well, they did end up leaving
right after the manager of the bank.
And they left their coffee untouched.
I guess they were in a hurry.
Yeah. Great.
You should expect a call from Forensics,
so they can get a composite sketch.
Yeah. Um, just one thing,
are they dangerous?
I mean, I leave here alone
and sometimes it's kinda late.
-If they hear I said anything
-[cell phone buzzing]
-Hello?
-Don't worry.
If their faces were uncovered
when they came in,
they knew we'd be asking questions.
-All right. We're on our way there.
-Well
-Yep.
-[Lola] See you later.
-[sirens chirp and wail]
-[indistinct chatter]
[man] They motioned to me
to get out of the car.
One of them was pointing a gun at me.
[Toms] All right, let's see.
All you fart sniffers, sons of Satan.
You know the drill. All evidence,
bags, photographs come to me first.
No exceptions. You better not even breathe
without my permission.
Damn. What happened to you?
-[Toms] What do you mean?
-You cut your face, or what?
Yeah. Tell your mom to cut her nails.
Eh, she's dead, or I would.
Yeah, well, nails keep growing.
You see what's on the floor?
[ominous, pensive music playing]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[sirens wailing]
[man] Find anything yet?
Under the seat.
Diamonds.
[sniffles]
What do you think, they dropped them
or they were too rushed to grab them?
The guy driving the van?
He ran the stop sign,
in the hospital in critical condition.
-Head-on collision.
-How'd they get out of here?
They stole another car.
We're tracking it down.
According to the owner,
there were two men and one woman.
They all had their faces covered up
with those white masks,
like in the robbery.
LOCKER ROOM
-[ominous, pensive music continues]
-[indistinct chatter]
[telephones ringing]
[woman] Ral.
They got us that footage from the bank
and the building next door.
We're still waiting on the rest.
The building next door?
Records from the video intercom.
-How lucky no one follows the law.
-Mm.
Hey, what happened?
Nothing. I fucked up my knee
doing something dumb.
-Hm?
-Mm-mm.
[woman] Coincidence? Or did they know
there was a hidden camera?
How could they know
there was a hidden camera?
-Because it's their job.
-[mouse clicks]
Go ahead a little.
[keyboard clicking]
-Stop there.
-[keyboard clacks]
[woman] Something went wrong then.
[Ral] Switch to the camera outside.
[clicking]
[woman] You can't see the car.
They must've known
the video intercom was recording.
Could just be luck.
Snobby when they wanna be, then
[mouse clicking]
Hang on a minute. Let me go back.
[keyboard clicking]
All right.
Right there.
[tense, pensive music playing]
Look what we've got.
For once, a pile of shit will help us out.
Time to get a call in to Forensics,
and have them lift a footprint.
You think they'll get anything?
No idea.
But we'll have something
to put in the report at least, won't we?
-Yep, I'm on it.
-Mm-hm.
[tense, pensive music continues]
-[man 2] What do you think?
-[bank manager] Good.
But I have to tell you that,
now that I think about it,
his beard might have been, uh
-[cell phone buzzing]
-I think it's a fake, actually.
[man 2] Right.
Are we done here? I'd like to go home,
take a shower, change my clothes
Yes, we're done, sir.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Sure, thank you both
very much. Absolutely.
Email that to the official address. Okay?
[sirens wailing]
Well, thank you guys for everything.
[officer] Thank you. Have a nice day, sir.
[groans]
Stupid [groans]
Excuse me, sir? Did you just step
in that excrement just now?
Definitely not my day, officer.
[woman on radio]
The investigation continues
after the robbery that was carried out
this morning in Madrid,
in the Chamber district.
The police are keeping
all lines of inquiry open,
including the burnt-out vehicle
found on the outskirts of Pinto.
-[Toms] It was your father. You knew.
-[Ral] I had no idea.
-[Toms] Think we're stupid?
-Not the time.
And when is the right time?
When they come for us?
The diamonds are why we did all this.
You know what they're worth? Huh?
My father's dead, I don't give a shit.
All right, one less share to split.
[bank manager] Toms!
Was it really necessary
that you break my finger?
You said to make it believable,
didn't you?
And then kicking me over?
You should ask them.
Carla, come on, please.
What happened out there?
This guy ran straight through a stop sign
and we didn't see.
-And?
-And Pedro didn't make it.
-And the diamonds didn't either.
-Huh?
He said the box
with the diamonds was empty.
And he actually took and hid them.
And then they were confiscated.
How much do we have then?
-She says about a million.
-More or less.
Shit, Ral, I'm sorry.
I'm really so sorry.
Unfortunately, however, we can't do
anything to change what happened there.
So we'll go ahead with everything.
"Go ahead"? What?
They'll have the body identified
at the most in a couple of days.
We're fucked
Toms, if we let ourselves get swept up
in the panic now, we're done.
Let's stick to the plan,
and the money stays here.
Is this place secure?
It's been safe for these past six months,
and it will stay that way.
We don't see each other
or call each other until the dust settles.
Understood?
Okay.
[Toms] Fuck. [grunts]
[metal groaning]
[bank manager] Come on, let's go. Come on.
[Carla exhales]
[crickets chirping]
Come on. We gotta go.
[Ral] Yeah, let's go.
You and me, now.
Like you said earlier.
You said when this was done
I know, Ral, but it's not done.
It's really not going the way we wanted.
Yeah, that's my reason. We have to go now.
No.
We won't get far if we leave now,
you know that.
Well, I can't go home again.
You can, Ral.
If you'd like.
[poignant music playing]
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[music turns ominous]
[music fades]
[Toms sighs, sniffles]
[sniffles]
What did you tell him?
What did I tell who?
The student, when it was time
to burn the car earlier.
-I don't know what I said, Toms.
-What did you say?
Well, I told him to think of his mother.
You were there.
I told him that he would be arrested
and his mother would be left alone.
I don't know exactly what I said, damn!
And that was all you said?
What are you getting at, Toms? Seriously?
-I don't know, I was just asking.
-Well, I just answered.
Come on, he completely lost it,
pointed a gun at both of us,
so in the moment,
I manage to fix it, and you have an issue?
-No, I just asked a question.
-Great.
Yep, and I answered it, damn it.
-I'm going to sleep now.
-[sniffles]
[sniffles]
Tomorrow, when they identify the body,
all hell's gonna break loose.
Which is why
we should get some rest, please.
[groans]
Oh, God
-[man speaking indistinctly on TV]
-[woman] Pedro?
No, Mom, it's me.
I brought you your pills. I told Marisa
we'll bring the prescription tomorrow.
Just leave them in the bathroom, honey.
Listen, have you heard from your dad?
Look what time it is,
and I haven't heard anything.
I've been calling him all day and nothing.
He called me earlier.
He said his phone was nearly dead,
and that he'd stay at Ramon's house
because tomorrow
they're gonna go hunting again.
He's always been like that with his phone.
There's a potato omelet in there.
I don't feel like eating, I'm not hungry.
I'm gonna try to sleep a little,
I have a shift later.
[door closes]
-[shower running]
-[somber music playing]
[somber music continues]
MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
[music fades]
Hello.
Hey. Coffee?
-Double shot?
-Double shot.
Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-You sleep okay? You don't look good.
[woman] Incised-contused wound
to the thoracic region,
penetrating between the fourth
and fifth right ribs.
It pierces the upper lobe of the lung,
perforates the pericardium,
and cuts through the ascending aorta.
There was a massive hemorrhage,
and his death was nearly instant.
Less than 60 seconds.
-Because of the crowbar?
-Exactly.
And the burns he had?
All postmortem.
Is there anything
that can help us identify him?
You're in luck today.
He had a prosthetic leg.
And the serial number is still legible.
We were able to pull his medical records.
It was in the manufacturer's file.
[Carla] Who is he?
Pedro Vilas, 65 years old.
And you're not gonna appreciate this.
Patrol officer.
Pedro Vilas?
Our precinct, huh?
[woman] A sergeant.
Patrol division. Retired.
-Do we have his address?
-It's there.
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[officer 1] Police!
[door thudding]
[officer 2] Clear!
[officer 3] Clear!
[officer 4] Clear!
Secured!
[officer 1] Secured. You can go in.
-[indistinct police radio chatter]
-[sirens wailing]
No one lives here.
There's a neighbor outside.
Their house was seized about a year ago.
He was a police officer. Pedro.
Just a lovely person. So was his wife.
Quiet people, very kind.
Why was their house seized?
Well, I couldn't tell you.
All I know is they had to move out,
and went to live with their son.
-Do you know if he lives around here?
-Hang on, let me just check my phone.
[doorbell rings]
Police. Is your husband named Pedro Vilas?
Yes. Why? Is something wrong?
[Carla] We're very sorry, truly.
I know this is a hard time,
but we have to ask you a few questions.
When was the last time
you saw your husband?
Well, he had left yesterday,
in the morning.
It was pretty early.
And he went, um
He had gone hunting
with some friends to Cuenca,
and and I guess his phone died.
Anything catch
your attention specifically?
No. He seemed to be nervous.
And he was more quiet than regular, but
Why?
Problems.
Like everyone's got.
He hadn't been sleeping well for a while.
[Carla] You know if he was seeing anyone,
maybe some new friends?
Anyone come to the house?
[woman] Well, he was spending more time
away from home than he normally does, but
Your son's an officer?
Yeah, after his father.
Six years at this point.
And now where is your son?
[woman] Well, he left two hours ago.
He had a shift.
Why? Do you think he was involved?
[Carla exhales]
[footsteps approaching]
Carla, he's not on duty.
That was a lie. Come on, let's go.
[suspenseful music playing]
We have to notify the Civil Guard.
Trains stations, ports, airports.
Anything that floats or flies.
-I'm on it. I'll see you at the station.
-[line dialing]
-Okay.
-Yes. Laura, get everything started.
All right, I'm on my way. See you soon.
[music turns ominous]
[breathing heavily]
[line dialing]
Pick up, Ral. Answer it.
[automated voice]
You've been redirected to voicemail
because the person
you're trying to reach--
[inhales sharply]
[breathing heavily]
[line dialing]
[grunting]
[cell phone ringing]
[breathing heavily]
[ringing continues]
-Yeah, what?
-[Carla] Toms, Ral is gone. He's gone.
-I keep calling him. He's not picking up.
-What do you mean he's gone?
I'm gonna let Ernesto know.
Fine.
[yells] Fucker!
-[tense music playing]
-[engine revving]
CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS
[engine stops]
[metal thudding and clanking]
[Toms] You need a hand, Ral?
-Don't move!
-What the hell are you doing?
-Don't come closer!
-Put the gun down.
-Get on the ground!
-On the ground, my ass!
Take off if you want to,
but put that where it was, now!
You know you won't get very far.
-Not your problem.
-Of course it's my problem!
It's all of our problem, man!
[Ernesto] Hey! Hey, Ral.
[Ral gasps]
Ral.
-Put the gun down.
-This whole thing was your fault!
-You're not thinking clearly. Put it down.
-Don't come any closer!
Why did you have to do this to us?
The robbery? I don't--
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
You never explained to my father
what kind of shit he was getting into.
You pushed him!
-You know I didn't do anything like that.
-Stay there!
I had no idea, Ral. No one did.
We were just following orders from above.
That's a bunch of bullshit!
[Ernesto] If I had
been aware of everything,
do you actually believe
I would've offered this to you?
I wasn't in this for you.
I was doing this for my conscience, Ral.
Your conscience, huh?
You don't have a conscience.
You killed him way before that accident.
His entire life he worked his ass off
for my mom and me.
He finally gets to rest,
and you took him away!
What are you talking about, a conscience?!
[Ral breathing heavily]
Okay, do what you gotta do.
I won't try to stop you.
-[Toms grunts]
-[gunshot]
[groans]
[Ral gasps]
[Ral breathing heavily]
-[somber music playing]
-[cell phone buzzing]
CARLA: RAL, WHAT'S GOING ON?
SAY SOMETHING. I LOVE YOU
-[Ral] What happened?
-[Carla] The box was empty.
[Toms] Let me see!
-Let me see your clothes!
-[Pedro] Stop!
-Damn it! I know he's lying to us.
-Not now!
-Fucking liar!
-Fucking psycho!
[Toms] He's got them!
-Stop, already!
-Stop--
[yelling]
2 RAL
[Toms coughing]
[Carla groans softly]
[Toms coughs]
[Carla gasps]
-Carla, are you all right?
-Yeah.
-[coughing, groaning]
-[ominous music playing]
Ral.
Son. Ral.
Ral, look at me. Son, breathe.
-Ral
-[Toms] We have to go.
[Pedro] Ral. Talk to me, son. Ral!
[Toms] Let's go.
Ral. Say something, son.
-[Toms] Come on.
-[Pedro] Please, Ral.
[groans]
No! Wait!
No!
-Drop that!
-We have to burn the car.
-Drop the damn can of gas!
-Seriously?
[Pedro] I'm asking you nicely.
[Toms] Carla!
Talk some sense into him.
Pedro, everything's here.
Our prints, and his remains. This is done.
I just want his mother
to be able to say goodbye!
-We can't do anything.
-You want us to be arrested?
-That doesn't matter! I don't give a shit.
-We do!
And if we don't burn this car,
they'll arrest us!
Damn it, I said stop!
-You stop it, now! Pedro!
-[gunshot]
We gotta burn it!
First, we'll get him out.
First, we'll get him out.
-[Carla] Come on, together.
-Fuck!
-Help me. Come on, quick.
-[sobbing]
[tense music playing]
[Carla] Grab him. Pull him. Pull hard.
His leg's stuck, we can't get him out,
and there's a car coming.
What now?
-Now we have to. We're leaving.
-[Toms] What?
-We're leaving.
-Leave it like this?
-We're leaving.
-You're insane.
Toms, shut it, okay?
It's time to get out of here.
Now! We're leaving!
Masks on!
[music turns ominous]
[engine stops]
-[music fades]
-[creaks, clanks]
[crowbar clanks]
[Toms] When they identify him,
they'll go after his father.
There's nothing that links you to my son.
They know there were four of us.
When they ask
They'll press him 'til he says something.
I'm not gonna say a word.
Sure, at first. But after 72 hours
with the robbery squad, everyone cracks.
They know exactly how
to make you drop your guard.
And we're idiots!
A big old bunch of idiots
about to end up in Soto del Real.
-[Carla] Toms.
-We risked everything.
-Shut up!
-I will.
When someone can tell us why
the fucking diamonds weren't in there!
He should show us,
if he's not hiding it.
Don't you trust me?
-[cell phone ringing]
-Shh!
Luis. What's going on?
[Toms sighs]
Okay, yes, I'm on my way.
Right, I'll see you.
[sighs]
Sticking with the plan, as it was.
Yeah. The plan went to shit a while ago.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
-Morning.
-Morning, sergeant.
[sirens wailing distantly]
I'm sorry, I'm late.
[man] Hello, Carla.
Hi. How's it going?
So, what's the deal?
-[indistinct police radio chatter]
-[cameras beeping and clicking]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[Ernesto groans]
[groaning]
Good morning. How are you?
I'm Carla Menca,
Detective Sergeant, Robbery Squad One.
Nice to meet you.
-[indistinct chatter]
-[sirens wailing]
Vctor.
[Vctor] Toms.
-What happened? Damn.
-Why?
Looks like you cut your face.
No, it's a new tattoo I got.
It's your sister's pussy.
Come on, the perimeter is this line.
Everything inside gets tagged.
Then get pictures of every inch
before the Robbery Squad gets here
and steps on everything.
[Vctor] Holy shit, I know this guy.
Huh?
[Vctor] Ral Vilas,
from the Cyber Division.
No shit.
[Vctor] He's one of ours, Toms.
-Are you sure?
-[Vctor] Yes, damn it.
His father was a patrol officer.
He retired a few years back.
Look closely. You don't recognize him?
No fucking idea.
[Vctor] We have to tell the lieutenant.
No one touches the car.
After the body comes out,
take it to the station
and we'll check it thoroughly there.
Got it?
-[cell phone ringing]
-Okay.
Expect a call from Forensics,
so they can get a composite sketch.
Hello?
[Lola] Just one thing, are they dangerous?
I leave here alone
and sometimes it's kinda late
Where?
-[Lola] If they hear I said anything
-We're on the way.
If their faces were uncovered,
they knew we'd be asking questions.
Okay, we're coming.
See you later.
You good?
I'll tell you later. Let's go.
Fuck. One of us,
and the son of a colleague.
-You know the guy?
-I've seen
You can start making the popcorn
as soon as the word gets out.
You want me to go to his house
and you can head to the accident?
No.
No, no. Your husband
and his team are already there.
We're not gonna find
any more than they will.
Well, it's these or these.
They were kinda like an S shape.
-[officer] Calm down!
-[man] I want to talk to the manager.
[officer] Sir--
[man] One box is mine,
I wanna know if I was robbed.
-[officer] Stop!
-[man] Don't touch me!
-What's going on?
-[man] It's 34.
-You're not allowed to be here.
-Can you--
I'm not gonna check anything.
-You need to leave.
-Can you just check?
-Please leave right now.
-[man] Ernesto, can you help? It's urgent.
-If I can help in any way--
-[detective] Won't be necessary.
-Just tell me if 34 was opened.
-No, no, no.
Listen, sir, when we take your statement,
then we can explain it all. Understand?
-Know what was inside? You have no clue.
-[detective] Get him out of here.
[officer] Get out, damn it.
[Pedro inhales raggedly]
[inhales]
[telephone rings]
[ominous music playing]
[ringing continues]
[ringing continues]
-Yes?
-[Carla] National Police. Open the door.
Okay.
[intercom buzzes]
[tense music playing]
[doorbell rings]
-Pedro.
-Hey, Luis. It's been a while, right?
How can I help you?
Can we come in?
Of course.
[music fades]
[Luis] Why do you think your son
might have taken part in the robbery?
Because of me.
I imagine-- No, I'm sure it was me.
After I retired from the force,
I remortgaged my house.
We wanted to buy an apartment
on the beach, in Conil.
We were looking for a quiet place
where we could rest, go fishing.
The bank offered me a mortgage in yen.
In Japan, the interest rates were lower,
so I'd have less to pay each month.
In the beginning, well, that was accurate.
We didn't pay much at all.
It seemed like it was a good plan.
Then all of a sudden,
the euro went to shit
and the yen shot through the roof.
I lost everything I had earned
throughout my entire career.
And by 2012, there was no money left
to pay for anything.
The bank took everything,
so we couldn't pay for either house.
My son Ral had no choice left
but to take us both in.
Me and his mother.
That's very humiliating for a father.
So, I guess [sniffles]
Well, I guess that's why he did it.
Not for himself. For me. For all of us.
How did you get that wound on your head?
[Pedro] I'm on sleep medication.
I woke up groggy
and I bumped into something.
[exhales sharply]
We're gonna need to search the house.
Yes, of course, do what you have to do.
[Luis] Notify the court.
You stay here
and I'll go back to the station.
Okay.
[Luis] I'm very sorry.
[indistinct chatter]
[vehicle doors opening and closing]
-[siren chirps]
-[vehicle engine starts]
[cameras beeping and clicking]
Toms. Got anything?
[Toms] Luis.
We've been swabbing down the seats.
We'll see if we find any sweat or saliva
or blood from any of the suspects.
Anything on the computer of the vehicle?
This model doesn't have GPS.
Just basic data.
Airbags, seat belts, speed.
Not much we'll get out of that.
Prints anywhere at all?
Nothing useful. Either it's been wiped,
or they wore gloves the whole time.
What do we know about the car?
Any clue where they got it?
It was deregistered five years ago, right?
The system says
it was supposed to be scrapped,
but it never was.
Who deregistered the vehicle?
One of those agencies
that does everything online.
It's the real owner's signature.
But there's no other info.
This isn't the work
of a group of nobodies.
The smell
[Vctor] Gasoline.
The back seat is totally soaked.
We found a half-empty gas can
on the road next to the car.
Huh. So they intended for it to burn.
That's what it seems like.
[Luis] So why didn't they?
Something stopped them.
Or someone. Who's to say?
Let me know if you find anything.
-Ral? No way he did it.
-[telephones ringing]
We call him the "Federal Register"
because he spends all day
reminding us what the rules are.
Do you know if he had problems?
No.
He never said that he did.
Why do you think he might have
done something like that?
No idea. I just don't understand.
And outside of work?
Do you know anything about him?
Not much. He lived with his parents.
Well, they lived with him, actually.
[inhales, exhales]
The only thing he ever did
was study and work here.
-Study?
-He was preparing for the officer exam.
Right. Did you notice him
acting strangely lately?
No.
Certainly not like someone
capable of doing that.
[Luis] Some colleagues
from Moncloa are coming.
You need to recuse yourself
from the case.
Of course.
But first, I wanna show you something.
What?
[pensive music playing]
[woman] Look right there.
[Luis] What is it?
It's dog poop.
[pensive music continues]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[sirens wailing]
Well, thank you, guys, for everything.
[officer] Thank you. Have a nice day, sir.
[Ernesto sighs]
Earlier? How? I couldn't.
They just let me out of there.
How are you holding up?
They went to see you, right?
[indistinct chatter]
To the station? What for?
Oh, yeah. Right. Right.
No. Listen to me. Just listen, all right?
You need to trust me.
You and I proceed as planned,
and we don't get nervous, all right?
And then it'll be done.
[Paqui] Bastard!
I love you too, honey. So much.
Good afternoon to you, Paqui.
[ominous, pensive music playing]
[shredder whirring]
DIAMONDS - 0034
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[camera clicks]
[camera zoom whirs]
[camera clicks]
[officer 1] All right, when we finish
in the living room and the kitchen
we'll grab the boxes from the last room,
all that, and the furniture,
and we'll bring them here
to check them. Okay?
[officer 2] We have to properly label
anything we want to take with us.
As soon as we finish,
we'll list everything
and send a copy to the court.
SHALL WE GO?
CARLA
[objects clattering]
[cameras clicking]
[door opens]
[woman] Pedro? Ral?
[door closes]
-[Pedro] Isabel.
-[Isabel] Why are all these people here?
[Pedro] Stay calm, honey.
-[Isabel] Did something happen?
-[Pedro] Give me a hug.
-[Isabel] No, wait. What's happened?
-[Pedro] Give me a hug.
[Isabel] No, tell me what hap-- [sobs]
[Pedro] I'm sorry, sweetie.
[Isabel and Pedro sobbing]
[low, distorted rumbling]
[Isabel] Tell me. Tell me what happened.
-[Pedro] I'm so sorry.
-[Isabel sobbing] Please, no!
-[rumbling stops]
-[Carla retching]
[gasping]
[cell phone ringing]
[Carla gasps]
-[ringing continues]
-[breathing heavily]
-[indistinct police radio chatter]
-[sirens wailing and chirping]
-[vehicles doors close]
-[vehicle engine starts]
[tires screeching]
-Why didn't you answer?
-I'm busy. What do you want?
-The shit Pedro stepped in earlier.
-Yeah?
They're looking up the footprint.
That could be anybody's.
Did you handle the car?
Yes. The jewelry store in Badajoz,
two years ago. You know?
-Yeah.
-I've used that robbery's evidence.
The DNA will keep us busy
for a couple of weeks.
Well, then great. We're in the clear.
Is something wrong?
What do you think?
[scoffs]
[Lola] Yes. Well, um,
the one on the left, especially.
[Carla] Mm. And the other one?
[Lola sighs] Well,
the other one could be him. Um
Yeah, like I said,
they were normal-looking,
they didn't really stand out at all.
Well, if you can remember anything else,
let us know.
[Lola] Mm-hm.
[telephones ringing]
Just bear in mind,
memories can take time to register.
But, typically, there's a lot more
mentally recorded than we think.
Well, that's all we're gonna need for now.
-Done?
-Yes.
Well, all right. Thanks a lot.
-See you later. Thanks a lot.
-See you.
-Bye.
-Goodbye.
-[Carla sighs]
-[urinating]
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[gasps]
[unsettling music playing]
[music fades]
-Sara.
-[Sara] Mm?
Okay, tell me what you've got.
Well, we looked into the footprint.
And?
It's regulation footwear.
Regulation? As in?
As in ours. For the police.
We have to check the cameras.
One of us could've stepped in it.
We've already checked.
This one's old,
they don't use it anymore. Hm?
We spoke with the Supply Department
and they confirmed that this style
was distributed from 1998 through 2000.
That was 13 years ago.
And guess whose father would've been
wearing those shoes at that time.
[knocking on door]
[Isabel] Are you okay?
Yes, I'm coming.
[Isabel] Come on, we have to get going.
All right, I'm ready.
What are you doing with that?
Well
He loved to play with these as a kid.
Let's go.
[somber music playing]
[inhales, exhales]
I'm sorry, son. I failed you.
[priest] Lord, receive Ral in your peace
and let him rest on your cross.
[music turns ominous]
-Ah, there he is.
-[inhales, exhales]
[heart beating on machine]
[Luis] How's the academy?
[woman] Fine. Better than having to watch
scumbags come out in handcuffs.
[Luis] But more boring.
[woman] Hm. Depends.
The paycheck's the same,
but I get a lot more sleep.
This is his file.
[indistinct chatter]
[Luis] Anything call
your attention to him?
Mm, he was a good kid. Very hard-working.
The kind that's in class,
even with a fever.
You know if he had relationships
with anyone here?
He wasn't really
the social type, you know?
He'd sit down, listen to the lecture,
and leave at the end
You think I could get a list
of his classmates?
In case one of them knows anything.
Sure. I'll print it out right now.
So, um
Your detective sergeant
didn't mention anything to you?
Wait, who? Carla?
Carla. Carla Menca.
She did the course and was promoted
to officer here not long ago.
What's she have to do with Ral?
No idea, but a few weeks back,
after I was done teaching here,
I went to the parking garage next door
to get my car,
and I saw them sitting together
in Ral's car, talking.
And you're positive it was Carla Menca?
Well, come on,
she was here nearly two years.
Of course I know it was her.
And can your recall
the day you witnessed that?
PUBLIC PARKING GARAGE
24 HOURS
Okay, understood.
Just start taking his statement
and then wait until I get there.
And Carla? Well, you need to find her.
[tense, pensive music playing]
National Police.
Are these cameras recording?
[music fades]
-Hey, congrats.
-Huh?
On the robbery arrest.
That's two down, two to go.
Oh.
Morning. Detective Sergeant Carla Menca.
Mr. Vilas is refusing to talk.
Well, then I guess
you can just put that on his record
and take him to the cells before court.
[Pedro] Excuse me.
May I talk to you in private?
[detective] I'm not good enough?
Wait a minute, Pedro, you were an officer.
You know anything you tell her
can be used against you.
With her.
This makes no sense.
No, it doesn't.
What's your goal?
Don't worry, none of this
will be included in the report.
Are you sure?
Yes, come on. Go.
Come with me.
[tense, pensive music playing]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[sirens wailing distantly]
[Luis] Turri! Where's Carla?
With the robbery suspect.
He asked to speak to her in private.
-And why did you let them? Shit.
-Why the hell wouldn't I let them?
Do you mind stepping out?
-Yes, sir.
-No, not you. Him.
[music turns ominous]
Come on.
[door closes]
Sit down.
[Turri] Toms.
[ominous music continues]
[Toms] What's up?
We need you to come with us.
[music turns dramatic]
[Luis] Carla, you are under arrest
as an accomplice in the robbery
of the Jimnez Ruiz bank.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say
can and will be used against you.
You have the right to an attorney
and to consult with them.
If you can't afford one
[Toms] Let me see!
Let me see your clothes!
-Let me see your clothes!
-No!
-Enough, you guys.
-He's lying to us!
-[Carla] Not now!
-Fucking liar!
-Psychotic fuck!
-[Toms] He's lying!
-[Carla] Stop!
-Enough!
[van horn blaring]
[yelling]
3 CARLA
[Toms coughing]
[Ral groans]
-[Toms breathing heavily]
-[Ral groans]
[Toms] Are you okay? Carla, hey.
[Ral gasps, groans]
[Pedro coughs]
We have to get out of here.
Hey, sweetheart, let's go.
No.
-No! No! No! No!
-[somber music playing]
Carla! No!
No!
No!
[music fades]
[Luis] So you never suspected anything?
Not at any point?
[Toms] Did you ever suspect anything?
Because she spent more time
with you than me.
Well, neither did I.
Toms,
the robbery was meticulously planned
It had to take weeks of preparation.
It's not possible
you didn't notice anything strange.
Unless you were involved as well.
Our schedules don't usually coincide.
I don't know what she did
when I was at work.
She was just promoted
to detective sergeant.
She worked really hard
to earn that position.
And she enjoyed her job.
I can tell you that.
It doesn't make sense.
Unless she did it for you.
This again.
[Luis inhales]
[exhales] Okay, fine.
Let's say you weren't involved.
Help us figure out why Carla was involved.
Free yourself so you can go and mourn her.
Then all of us can mourn her.
-We're all sad, fucked up, and exhausted.
-Mm.
No one wants to be here.
She was my wife.
I'll mourn her as soon as I'm out of here.
And you don't have anything on me.
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
Here you go.
Thanks.
[door closes]
When did you admit your gambling problem?
When they seized your accounts?
Did you know
all the microloans you were applying for
were linked to the bank you robbed?
You chose this bank to get revenge.
Revenge for what?
That was a mess I got myself into,
it wasn't the bank's fault.
I'm sure you weren't entirely aware
of the terms
you were agreeing to with them.
What if you ask for 5,000?
And then another 5,000?
And then you keep going
until you reach 25,000,
and it ends up becoming
a debt of more than 200,000?
Maybe they are partially to blame.
And they can seize your accounts
and your salary,
but the debt keeps growing. Right?
-Yeah.
-I insist.
Toms, how did you plan
to get out of this?
[breathing heavily]
I mean, in this scenario,
deciding to rob a bank
is not such a crazy idea.
[inhales, sighs]
You cut your cheek
in the accident, didn't you?
No, it's from training.
It was your idea, wasn't it?
-There's no way it was Carla's.
-[sniffles, sighs]
Why the hell did you drag her into this?
Why did you let her do it?
Stand up for her now, damn it!
Try to show some remorse,
and stand up for her!
[breathing heavily]
[Luis exhales]
At least you had the decency
to get her out of the car
before you decided to burn it.
May I go now?
And these last few weeks,
didn't you notice Carla was,
I don't know, nervous?
Unwell?
No.
You didn't know, did you?
How many times do I need to say it?
I wasn't aware, Luis.
-No, no.
-I didn't know anything.
No, I don't mean that.
Toms.
What?
Carla was pregnant.
[somber music playing]
What?
You didn't know?
[gasps raggedly]
We found out during the autopsy.
[gasping]
How far along?
She was seven weeks.
She didn't say anything?
No. You're lying to me.
-And she was aware.
-Please stop lying.
-We searched the house and found records.
-Let me see those.
When you cooperate.
You're lying, you son of a bitch.
Why do you think she didn't tell you?
-[somber music continues]
-[whimpers] No, you're lying.
You guys were trying to have a baby
a couple years back.
She had a miscarriage.
Did you try again?
[sobbing]
No.
Did your gambling problems start
before or after the miscarriage?
[breathing raggedly]
Maybe she didn't say
because you weren't the father.
[Toms whimpers]
Could she have been spending time
with another man?
[slams table]
What do you know?
[sniffles, sobs]
Don't get any closer!
Don't you get any closer. Don't you dare.
[sobbing]
[Luis sighs]
Toms.
Listen to me. I know that you loved her.
Hey.
Carla is gone.
But, listen, you still have
a long life ahead of you.
[breathing heavily]
You should cooperate.
If you've got something, arrest me.
I'm not saying another word, Luis.
[music turns ominous]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[telephones ringing]
[sirens wailing distantly]
[horns honking]
[ominous music continues]
[engines starts, revs]
[ominous music continues]
[music turns dramatic]
-[woman] Yes. Okay.
-[music fades]
I know we have it for Tuesday,
but that's too soon.
We should move it.
We could move it to Wednesday.
Same time, from 11:00 to 12:00.
Yeah, let's do that.
What happened to you, Ral?
[Ral] Nothing,
I fucked up my knee being stupid.
Well, I hope it gets better.
-[Ral] Thanks.
-Wednesday at 11:00
-[sirens wailing distantly]
-[car horns honking]
[coins clinking]
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, Dad.
Yes, I just left the academy.
Yeah.
Okay, well, don't worry.
I'll pick 'em up for her on the way.
Um, I can't really hear you.
My signal's not very strong,
I'm in a garage.
How's school going, Ral?
Why are you here?
Since when?
I don't know what you mean.
Since when?
Before or during the preparation?
Answer the question. Hm?
During.
It wasn't something she was looking for.0
And neither was I.
It just kinda happened.
-You two weren't doing well.
-Oh, yeah?
She really wasn't.
-But she sure loved you.
-[exhales sharply]
You're the reason she did it.
For your debts with the bank.
We shouldn't be seen--
What was your plan?
To run away together?
[inhales, exhales]
She was pregnant.
Huh?
You didn't know about it either?
-No.
-Yeah, you knew about it.
-No, I didn't.
-You had to have known.
-I had no idea.
-No?
She never told me, 'cause it was yours.
Maybe she didn't wanna have it.
What?
Yes, of course she did.
It was yours, Ral.
-No, it wasn't. I'm not able to have kids.
-Dude, don't
Do I look like a complete ass?
I'm telling you, I can't have kids.
I knew something was going on.
I knew from the beginning.
-You were gonna take off, huh?
-Toms
Tell me. You were gonna leave together.
Were you gonna leave together or not?
Ral.
Just answer.
You're not the life she wanted.
[Ral sighs]
[Toms breathing heavily]
[dogs barking distantly]
[ominous music playing]
[Pedro] Son? Ral?
[crowbar and metal cover clanking]
[cover slams]
[Pedro] Toms!
What have you done to my son?
I don't give a shit
about the fucking money! Take it.
But tell me where he is. Tell me!
[Pedro grunts]
[body thuds]
[dramatic music playing]
[engine revving]
-[Toms] Let me see!
-[Pedro] Get off me!
[Toms] Let me see your clothes!
-I knew it!
-[Carla] Not now!
Fucking liar!
Psychotic fuckhead!
[Toms] He's lying!
-Enough, already!
-[Carla] Stop that!
[yelling]
4 TOMS
[coughing]
[Ral gasps, groans]
[breathing heavily]
What happened? What happened?
Toms. Toms?
Toms. [breathing heavily]
Toms. Toms. Toms.
No, Toms. Toms.
Toms. Toms. Toms, no!
No, no, no, wait! Please, wake up, Toms!
[man on TV] And today,
almost two months after the robbery
at the Jimnez Ruiz Bank,
in Madrid's Chamber district,
the police have arrested four people,
all Eastern European nationals.
According to sources
close to the investigation,
the gang acted with the help of
a member of the State Security Forces
who died during the escape
and whose body was found
inside a burned-out car
on the outskirts of Madrid.
The group is believed to be linked
to a criminal network
with a presence
in several European countries,
specializing in bank
and jewelry store robberies,
as well as illegal gambling
and money laundering networks.
It is precisely this connection
with illegal gambling that,
according to investigators,
linked the deceased officer
to the organization.
Despite the arrests, the stolen money
and items have not been recovered.
[clanking]
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
Six parts. Two for you,
one for you,
one for you, and two for me.
And we still can't know
who the sixth person is?
No, there's no need to know that,
not even today.
"No need" for whom?
[thunder rumbles]
That was the deal, man.
-Is there anything else?
-Mm.
[Ernesto] No?
Cell phones on the table, please.
[thunder rumbles]
I wish you all the best of luck.
Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Banker.
[thunder rumbles]
[car engines starting]
[thunder rumbles]
I missed you so much.
I missed you.
We can finally go.
Vietnam.
Ral, I'm pregnant.
I don't know whose it is.
I don't care.
I don't need to know.
[ominous music playing]
[Carla cries softly]
-[church bells tolling]
-[ominous music continues]
-[birds singing and calling]
-[dogs barking distantly]
[door alert chimes]
[clocks ticking]
You know what a band gap is?
No.
The band gap is, uh
Never mind, it's a very complicated,
but a diamond has a band gap
that is very wide.
And this one doesn't. It's moissanite.
A good imitation,
but it's only worth 1% of what you think.
No, that's impossible. Are you sure?
[sighs]
And those?
You took them?
Yes.
You're awful.
What were you gonna do with them?
What does it matter now?
They're fake. They're all fake!
I risk it all for Mom and you,
to recover what you lost.
-And you do this?
-No, son.
-What's the truth then? Huh?
-[scoffs]
What is it then?
Explain it.
[Carla] What else was in the box?
There was nothing else.
Just the bag and that crap, moissanite.
[Carla] Are you sure?
You have my word.
Well, your word
Your fucking word
That's impossible,
because Ernesto insisted a lot.
And the owner presented
invoices, appraisal reports.
It was all in his statement.
It's impossible.
-They've really screwed us.
-You really screwed us.
[tense, pensive music playing]
-[telephones ringing]
-[door slams]
[tense, pensive music continues]
[door lock buzzes]
-[Ral] Good morning.
-[woman] Good morning.
I'd like to see Ernesto, the manager.
[sirens wailing distantly]
[Carla] You went to the bank
just three days ago.
I go twice a week.
What for?
What do you mean, "what for"?
I love those diamonds more than my kids.
And are they legal?
Of course they're legal.
There you have the invoices,
the appraisals, the gemologist's reports
[man 1] What are you doing here?
The usual. Look at them,
touch them, count them. My routine.
Who else knew
there were diamonds in box 34?
[cell phone buzzing]
Yes, Ral?
He's not here.
He's not at work, he took leave.
I don't like this.
I'm going to his house.
-[horn honks]
-Fuck!
-Sorry.
-What happened?
Nothing. Nothing. See you there?
No, no, no. Wait, wait.
-[Ral] What's wrong?
-[Carla] The diamonds.
DIAMOND INSURANCE POLICY
The owner had private insurance.
They're insured.
Yes.
The expert provided the document.
I have it here.
How much?
[Carla] For 5,000,000.
That son of a bitch.
He took them out, swapped them,
collects the insurance,
and keeps the diamonds.
-He knew we were going to steal them.
-There's only one way he could've known.
Ernesto. I'll give your father
the owner's address and have him go there.
[tense, pensive music continues]
[man] Some of your colleagues
came by my store to tell me
that if I saw anything suspicious,
I should contact you,
and that's why I'm here.
[ominous music playing]
[car horn honking]
[honking continues]
[ominous music continues]
-[waiter] Anything else, sir?
-No, thank you.
[music fades]
-He's still at his house.
-What do we do? Do we go in?
No, no, no. We stay here, and just wait.
[man] Your colleagues warned me
over a month ago.
After the bank robbery.
In case I saw anything suspicious.
And I'm telling you,
the diamonds weren't real.
Otherwise, why would I be here?
But he was convinced they were real.
And if someone has diamonds
and doesn't know they're fake,
it's because they don't belong to them.
That's what I think.
Could you give us a detailed description
of the individual?
Yes, of course.
But, I mean, I think it's better
if you see his face directly, right?
-[indistinct chatter]
-[telephones ringing]
[ominous, pensive music playing]
[computer chimes]
-Here you go.
-[Pedro] Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
-How are you?
-[Lola] How are you?
-Well, and you?
-[man] Very well. Have a seat.
Thank you.
I ordered you a coffee.
-Perfect.
-Antonio.
[ominous music playing]
[camera clicks]
[camera clicks]
[cell phone chimes]
Who is it?
My dad.
What's he saying?
Let me see.
[exhales]
Oh shit, it's the bartender.
-What bartender?
-The one from the caf.
Well, I mean, they were normal.
Like about 30 or so.
One of them had a hat on, that's for sure.
The other had a beard that was blonde.
Well, brown, I guess.
[tense, pensive music playing]
Holy shit.
Those sons of bitches.
-That's the sixth person.
-[gasps]
[horn honks]
Taxi.
He has a suitcase.
Oh, wait a sec.
[Ral] He's leaving.
Careful, he's right there.
[tense, pensive music continues]
[taxi engine starts]
[engine starts]
[man] Here you go. Your half.
All good?
-Apparently. [laughs]
-[laughs]
Enjoy it.
I'll certainly try.
-Well, have a nice trip.
-It was a pleasure.
-Say hi to Ernesto for me.
-[Lola] Mm.
I will.
[tense, pensive music continues]
[music intensifies]
Excuse me.
Is that the way out?
No, that's the way to the bathroom.
The exit is only through the main door.
Thank you.
[music turns dramatic]
[dramatic music continues]
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
[horn honks]
Police. Get out of the car.
Right there.
[sirens wailing]
Watch your head.
-[Ral] He's going to the airport.
-[cell phone ringing]
Luca? Now?
-[Carla] Your partner from Cyber?
-Yeah.
What's up, Lu?
[Luca] Hey, listen,
I'm sorry to bother you.
It's just-- I'm checking the server
of the Mercury case.
[Ral] Yes?
and I can't find the traffic logs
we uploaded yesterday. Did you move them?
[Ral] The logs?
The ones we got from the TOR proxy?
Yes, those.
There's only a partial dump in the folder.
Yeah, uh, I moved them last night
to the NAS encrypted container.
They were too heavy.
Oh, damn. Okay.
I see them now.
Um, very sorry,
I don't know where my head is at.
No, it's all good.
Thanks. See ya.
See you later. Bye.
[computer chiming]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Carla] Excuse me.
[man speaking in Spanish over PA]
[suspenseful music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[man speaking in Spanish over PA]
[in English] Hello. Morning.
[man over PA]
Additional baggage inspections
may be required at security checkpoints.
Thanks a lot.
[man speaking in Spanish over PA]
[suspenseful music continues]
[scanner beeping]
[scanner beeps]
[music fades]
[woman speaking in Spanish over PA]
[in English] Hello, my darling.
Hello.
So? Do you have them or not?
Yes, I have them.
-And they're well hidden.
-[chuckles]
Well, finally, right?
Yeah, finally.
I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.
Yeah, well, we did
what was necessary, right?
-And the bank?
-I'm off with depression.
I haven't fully recovered
after the robbery,
and I needed a vacation.
[Lola chuckles softly]
Everything worked out perfectly,
just like you said.
Well, we've still got
the final part to handle.
-Hm?
-Until we're in the air
Thank you so much for this, Lola.
Why?
Because I love you so much.
[woman over PA]
for possible gate or schedule changes.
-I'm going to the bathroom.
-Hey. Hey.
Just be careful not to sneeze
and let them fall out, huh?
[chuckles]
[suspenseful music playing]
[woman speaking in Spanish over PA]
[in English] Attention, passengers,
for your safety,
please, do not leave
your baggage unattended
Just relax, we're in an airport.
[Ral] Where is she?
Where's who?
Don't treat us like idiots,
we know everything.
-Where is she?
-Where is who?
You're a son of a bitch.
[Ral] Answer.
I'll answer. You wanted to get back
the cash the bank stole from you, right?
And solve all your problems.
So that's it, they're solved.
So, what else?
[Carla sighs]
Come on, Ernesto, how much did you get?
Half, right? Well, two and a half.
We'll split it and there's no issue.
-What does she mean?
-Give us our percentage of the diamonds.
-I have no idea what you're saying.
-Don't be a son of a bitch now.
[woman speaking in Spanish over PA]
[in English] If you'll excuse me,
that's my group.
-You're not getting on.
-You're waiting for her, aren't you?
-You're not going anywhere, understand?
-Let go of me!
Excuse me. Everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Everything's fine, sorry.
[Ral sighs]
[Carla sighs]
I'm going to get on that plane.
And if you don't let me,
they'll arrest me, right?
I'll tell them everything
and all of us will go down.
Come on.
Don't be a child, Carla.
If I leave, this will end here and now.
You'll end up
with less than you expected, but
You guys are free.
You two can be together finally.
It's up to you.
That's the spirit.
Consider yourself lucky.
There are few women like her.
[woman speaking in Spanish over PA]
[tense, pensive music playing]
[in English] Welcome.
[cell phone line dialing]
-Welcome on board.
-Thank you.
[line beeps]
[over PA] Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
This is Madison, head flight attendant.
On behalf of the captain,
the crew, and the airline,
welcome aboard.
Please take your seats,
fasten your seatbelts
[indistinct chatter]
[woman speaking in Spanish over PA]
[tense, pensive music continues]
[in English] Last call for passengers
on Ayutthaya flight 5022 to Bangkok.
[man speaking in Spanish over PA]
[in English] Boarding completed.
-Closing doors.
-Hey! Hey!
-We have to wait a little longer.
-You have to go back to your seat.
-My partner hasn't boarded.
-Please, go sit down.
-It's just for a quick second.
-I need you to sit down.
-Please, go take your seat.
-She was outside with me.
[cell phone ringing]
-Sir, boarding is complete.
-Excuse me. Excuse me.
Honey, is everything okay?
[Lola] Yes. Yes.
-But is it, really?
-Yes, Ernesto, it's fine.
Where are you?
On the plane.
On the plane? Where? I don't see you.
Sir, I won't say it again.
Please, go back to your seat.
Ernesto, I'm not going with you.
Please.
[dramatic music playing]
Hang on. Wait, don't hang up. Wait.
Sorry. Don't hang up.
What are you saying? I don't understand.
I thought that I could forgive you,
and maybe the reality was
that what happened to my brother
wasn't actually your fault.
And that, at the end of the day,
you were as trapped as everyone else.
And I saw you suffer.
I could see you cared for me,
and for the others.
Of course I cared, Lola.
I let myself get carried away.
And hated myself for it,
but I still did it.
I got my hopes up with you, Ernesto,
with the plan, with leaving, with
Until you decided on the diamonds,
about us keeping all of them.
Lola, please listen to me.
Everything with the diamonds,
I did it for you.
No. No. You did it for yourself.
I wish you got the chance
to meet him. Really. He was happy.
And it was his dream to have
his very own business in construction.
And he gave you his trust.
What did you used to say?
"Growing together." And you ruined him.
All of you.
-Sorry, "us"?
-Yes, you and the bank.
You saw he was going under,
and didn't do a thing.
You did nothing.
Lola, I'm begging you.
Let's get off of the plane
and we can talk about this--
I want you to tell me one thing.
Are you suffering more from losing me
or from losing the diamonds?
[dramatic music playing]
I'm really sorry
for what I'm about to say to you.
I knew that I would need to test you,
deep down.
What do you mean, "test"?
I did it because I needed to know
if I could really trust you.
What are you talking about?
I'm saying that you know
exactly how we are.
Us bankers always need
to have guarantees, Lola, always.
Ernesto, tell me exactly what you mean.
I wish I was wrong.
This really isn't what I wanted.
Honestly, this isn't--
Excuse me, sir,
but you have to turn off your phone.
Fasten your seatbelt.
[woman] Please, ma'am,
turn off your phone.
Yeah, yeah.
Ernesto.
Ernesto.
[plane engines whirring]
Have a good flight, Lola.
[dramatic music continues]
-[dramatic music continues]
-[sirens whoop]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
-[sirens whooping]
-[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music continues]
[woman] Any more drinks here?
Would you like something to drink?
-Can I please have some water?
-Yes, sure.
[dramatic music playing]
-Sorry, sir. I'm so sorry.
-No, it's okay.
-I'm sorry. I'll get more.
-It's okay, really.
-I'm sorry, sir.
-It's okay. Don't worry, it's just water.
[diamonds rattle]
-[Ral] Gonna tell me or not?
-[Pedro] They weren't there.
-[Ral] What?
-[Carla] The box was empty.
-[Toms] Let me see your clothes!
-[Pedro] Let go!
-[Toms] Let me see!
-Enough!
-I know he's lying!
-[Carla] Not now!
Fucking liar! He's got them!
You're a psychotic
[Toms] He's lying!
-Enough, already!
-Stop it! Don't--
[yelling]
[Toms coughing]
[pounding on doors]
[all grunting and groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[Toms] Let's go!
[Ral] Help, I can't get out.
-[Pedro] Hang on, I'm coming.
-[Carla] Come here, help me.
-Fast!
-[Carla] Get up, Ral, damn it.
[Ral grunting]
Careful! Watch it. Careful, watch out!
-[Ral yells]
-[Carla] Pull, pull, pull, pull.
[Toms] Come on, damn it!
[Ral groans]
[Carla] A car is coming!
-Masks on! Now!
-Come on, let's go!
[Carla] Masks, everyone!
[Pedro] Are you okay?
-Come on.
-[Carla] Ral.
[dramatic music continues]
Come on, Toms, damn it!
Let's go!
Let's go now!
[Toms sighs] Fuck.
[music turns ethereal]
Man, it really does smell like shit.
Well, you better get used to it, kid.
["Maldita sea mi suerte"
by Los Suaves playing]
Damned is my luck
Damned is this endless story
CONDAL BANK
YOUR MONEY IN GOOD HANDS
Life and death in a daze
With all its pain, no glory
Damned it will always be
That damned birth star over me
May it go to hell and blaze
And leave me the hell be
There's no pain that doesn't haunt me
There's no sun that doesn't burn
Even my shadow's on the run
What you get is all me
There's no pain that doesn't haunt me
COLLISION COURSE
There's no sun that doesn't burn
My dreams are on the run
What you get is all me
Damned year of bad luck
Damned month of January
That long and bitter winter
That sad twenty-third
May the wheels of time that roll
Never ever forget
Let them wipe out the instant
That damned sixth toll
There's no pain that doesn't haunt me
There's no sun that doesn't burn
My own name, it curses me
What you get is all me
Before I go on my final way
I'll tell you until this day
I was crazy and I was sane
What you get is all me
Damned is my luck
Damned is my luck
Damned is my luck
Damned is my luck
[song ends]
[unsettling music playing]
[music fades]