02x03 - A Matter of Efficiency

[bunniefuu]

Why the hell is girl
not wearing any clothes?

I apologize for that.

Glad to see you again, Miss Tokyo.

This time we'll be pragmatic.

I ask and you answer.

Who is the Professor?

Are you the one who hits cops?

MONDAY : PM

I'll read you the penal code.

Section .

as*ault on a police officer.

HOUR OF THE HEIST

Punishable with one to four years
in prison.

And we'll try hard
to give you all four years.

Could I please speak to my lawyer?

Sure. Speak all you want.

You'll need to.

But I need my phone.
That's where I have his number.

They confiscated it with
the rest of my belongings.

Wait there. Don't move.

I feel sorry for the girl.

Because between the assh*le cops

and these guys, I prefer the kidnappers.

They've really done a number.

We'll see how it ends.

I know how it ends.

With all the kidnappers gunned down.

Okay, that's it for today's class.

I'm starving.

Rio.

Remember I told you that we had
some things to set up?

Yes.

Well, the time has come.

Damn.

Some bachelor's pad you've got here,
Professor.

Is this where you bring the chicks?

Let's get to work. We have a lot to do.

sh*t, Professor. Who made this mess?

Well...

a company.

Bullshit.

This looks very amateur.

Okay, I did it myself
with tutorials from the internet.

Some crappy tutorials, am I right?

That's why you're here, right?

Well, that's it.

The voice modifying software is installed.

To talk to the police you simply...

press MS.

To contact the museum,

zero. And that's it.

The program changes your voice
when you contact someone.

-Can I test it?
-Yes.

You're speaking with the heist man.

Can you select a male one?

Okay, sorry.

Son of a bitch. Bastard. f*gg*t.

Okay, sh*t, fine.

That's it.

Try it now.

You're speaking with
the leader of the heist.

Good, that will do.

Now we have to go on the black market web.

-To buy some illegal goods.
-On the deep web.

The deep internet.

What it is that we're doing now?

I disabled the firewalls and the Wi-Fi
and we're entering via Ethernet.

I'm also diverting all data traffic
with a VPN via the TOR browser.

Okay, well...

continue.

Done.

They've got it all.
r*fles, grenades, rocket launchers.

It's like an outlet store
for USSR weapons.

Look, a t*nk.
We could enter with a t*nk.

Like the A-team. With C- ...

-Do you know what a Browning is?
-Yes, of course.

We're going to buy a Browning machine g*n.

as*ault r*fles, handguns and a*mo.

Oh man, a V SAM m*ssile!
That's a beast!

Imagine entering the factory with that.

You open the doors and boom!

A V SAM m*ssile pointed
straight at the cops.

Boom! You blow them to bits.

How cool would that be?

Besides, it's cheap.
Bitcoins.

That's like , euros, give or take.

Cheap.

Why did you take Rio off the plan?

Tell me.

I don't owe you any explanations, but...

I don't think he is ready.

You're wrong.

Are you sure?
You've been months working with him.

You know him and you know
how deeply immature he is.

He doesn't realize what we'll do.

Out there the b*ll*ts are real,
no extra lives

-like in video games.
-Rio knows what he's doing.

It's my responsibility

and I will not involve a child.

I'll pay him for his time, but he's out.

He's the best at what he does,
you know it!

That's why you chose him.

He's a f*cking wiz!

So what if he's a weird genius!

Are you an example of maturity?

Are you?

Are you normal?

Is it normal
to arrange your shirts by color?

Look at you, who buys your clothes?

Your great-aunt Gertrude?

And this?

-What's this?
-Origami.

It's an ancient art, don't...

What's the matter?

Are you afraid I'll break
your paper dolls?

Welcome to Jurassic park!
Help, the dinosaur is eating me!

What's the difference

between this and playing video games?

It's not your decision to make.

Yes, it is.

If Rio is out, I'm out.

Because I'm not mature enough either.

Well...

Maybe we are all
immature to some extent...

-and that makes us all a little...
-Special.

Different.

Maybe that isn't an obstacle.

Maybe it's a virtue.

Maybe.

I'm sure it is.

But don't tell me.

Tell him. He's behind the door.

Thanks, Professor.
I promise you won't regret it.

Thank you.

RECENT CALLS

-Hello?
-I need to speak with Inspector

Raquel Murillo. It's urgent.

Who's calling?

It's a private matter.

Inspector Murillo. Emergency call.

Take it.

I won't move.

Private matter.

-Who is it?
-Raquel. Thank God. It's...

It's Salva,

I'm calling from the police station.
I'm arrested.

I'm accused of assaulting

an on-duty agent.
Your ex-husband, specifically.

What?

I'm handcuffed
and they're talking about

a four-year sentence.

Wait...
What police station are you at?

I'm in Canillas.

Don't worry.
I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?

Thank you.

Let's continue.

You were about to tell me
about the Professor.

You'd look prettier with short hair.

Your cut makes you look like a mom.

I feel like chopping it all right off.

Perfect.

Because I'm here,
just waiting for you to do it.

Look on the bright side.

You don't have to live on the run anymore.

Now, you get a fresh start.

You want to know how it all started?

The Professor picked me up...

in a red SEAT Ibiza.

While the police were
setting me an ambush.

No.

No, it was before.

A boy.

His name was Miguel.

He pulled my panties down
in front of the class.

Can you believe they kicked me out
instead of that six-year-old prick?

That's when it all started going wrong.

Is it true, what they said?

That you b*at up a cop?

You have to say it was a fight.

If it was just you who hit him...

consider yourself f*cked.

Because you look fine, honestly.

Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?

Watch him.

I didn't sign up to be anyone's nurse.

Nor to put up with speeches
or f*cking therapy sessions.

I didn't say anything earlier

to avoid f*cking up the group even more.

How nice of you,

to worry about the group.

You know what I'm worried about?
The Professor, Berlin.

He's not around.

Just you.

And he's the head of all this.

And that's why
he mapped out a perfect plan.

The plan we'll follow.

Step by step, without straying from it!

You already have strayed from it!

You turned Tokyo in.

Tokyo will get her share if she behaves
and stays quiet.

Bullshit!

If she was arrested,

not rolled down the stairs
to the lions, like a dog!

And because she's pissed off,
she's probably talking.

And the GEO are probably in the hangar,

digging another tunnel to get in here.

I'll add it to the suggestions box.

But, unfortunately, as you saw with Rio,

it will be useless.
Because this is a patriarchy!

-What does that mean?
-That I'm in charge!

And if you don't want to end up
like Rio and Tokyo,

I suggest you take a chill pill.

What's the matter, Nairobi?

Did you and Tokyo sync your periods?

You and I are alike.

I don't think my life
is as exciting as yours.

No, I don't either.

It must be difficult being a woman
in the police force.

It is also difficult among heist men.

We're very few.

That's why we have to fight
and speak up all the time.

Right?

Isn't it exhausting?

Silene.

You're trying to waste my time.

And you're ruining your chances
of a reduced sentence.

Every minute you waste costs you a year.

Look, now you're young and pretty.

You have a good body.

In years you'll still look good.

With some interesting little wrinkles.

But if you get out of jail in years...

You will have gone into menopause.

And that...

must be pretty shitty.
Right, Prieto?

I know from his mother.

And I'm not talking about the hot flashes.

I'm talking about feeling

like you lost something important.

Something deeply yours,

vanished forever.

Your life.

Inspector.

Do you really picture me in a garden
raising a family?

Changing diapers?

Please!

Look.

I'm giving you one last chance
before I call the pre-trial judge.

If you don't talk, it's goodbye.

You go to pre-trial detention.

Losing all extenuating circumstances.

In other words,
ten to twelve years of your life.

So think about it before you
throw it all away.

Do you want some advice?

Sure.

Think of a nice place.

Of a time in your life
when you were really happy.

Take a deep breath.

Reflect.

Tokyo!

I can't.

Of course you can't.
You're all drugged up.

It's a hypnotic sedative.

Relax and enjoy.

Water.

Please.

Go back to sleep.

How am I supposed to sleep?

I can't stop dreaming about Tokyo.

Tokyo is a f*cking bitch.

What?

Do you know what she did
with my only hope?

When did you last see him?

How old was he? Three?

She chewed it up, and spat it in my face.

-He won't remember you.
-Shut the f*ck up.

-He won't remember, or recognize you.
-Shut up.

You know what's the worst part?

That she's right.

She's right.

I was going to kidnap a child

who doesn't even know who I am.

I was going to kidnap a child

who doesn't know who I am.

Now I don't even know
what to do with the money.

I mean,

maybe not now.

But in a few years, you go find him and...

and you explain it to him.

You say, "sh*t. Look, I'm your mother.

I live in Jamaica and I'm loaded.

and if you want to hear the rest
I'll buy you a plane to come see me".

Besides, you're young.

You have ovaries don't you?

You can have another one.

You're right.

Five minutes, not one more.

It sounds so easy.

Hey.

Would you give me a child?
Would you do that for me?

Of course.

How do you want it, blond or brunette?

I'm not joking.

If I get out of here,
I'm going to need a reason to live.

Look, Nairobi, what can I say?

Having a baby to have a reason to live

doesn't sound like a good plan.

No?

Besides, I'm with Tokyo, you know...

Hey, I'm not asking you to marry me.

I'm just asking for a little sperm.

Two thrusts and that's it, pregnant.

You're so handsome. And you're smart.

And that cute little smile.

This is how easy it is. Don't move!

It's that easy!

Trading one child for another,
what's the difference?

In the end

all that matters is having
a reason to live!

f*ck!

And you say Tokyo is crazy.

You're worse.

-Where are you going?
-To hell!

No. Don't move!

No.

We have to f*ck over Berlin
without turning ourselves in.

Salva.

I'm really sorry, honestly.

I screwed up, I'm sorry.

-What did that animal do?
-No.

It wasn't entirely his fault, I...

I talked about what he did to you.

The abuse,
the thing with your sister and...

-sh*t.
-I'm really sorry. It's not like me,

I don't know what came over me.

I got so angry.

I swear, I'm not violent.
I have never hit anyone.

Ever.

I prefer to calmly talk things through...

Self defense?

Well, I'm no Mohammad Ali, but...

I have my pride.

And I gave him his share.

But my body feels like a punching bag.

-I think he won.
-Let me see.

Wait.

Jesus!

I'm calling a doctor right now.
Don't worry.

-I'll take care of it.
-Thank you.

I tell you I have a boyfriend and you
find the time to b*at him up?

He hit me! I didn't even touch him!

Withdraw the complaint now.

Remove the one you filed against me.

This will help you a lot
in the trial we have pending.

I mean the fact that you
also b*at him up.

He left me unconscious!
He's Chuck Norris with glasses!

Save the nonsense for your lawyer!

-This won't help you with custody!
-Raquel...

I didn't do anything.

-I didn't touch him.
-Really?

Come with me.

I'm Inspector Raquel Murillo
from headquarters.

I want to know who took
this man's statement.

And why you haven't called a doctor,

since he's been beaten by this agent.

Salva.

Open your shirt.

He would like to file a complaint
for abuse of authority.

File a report of the injuries.

You're all witnesses in court.

I don't know how he got those bruises,

I swear I didn't touch him.

The victim has bruises
on his chest, ribs and abdomen.

Clear signs of a b*ating.

Is someone writing down
the statement?

Raquel!

Okay.

Drop it. I'll withdraw the complaint.

Very well. Then he'll withdraw his.

Remove his handcuffs!

Where are his belongings?

I am not one of these
conspiracy theorists,

but having my prints and
personal information out there is...

Yeah.

Where's the report you filed
on his arrest?

Let's go, Salva.

I had never felt so lost.

I had nothing left.

I had to decide
whether to rat out my team...

and try for a plea bargain with the judge.

Want to say something?

Could someone please make me
some fried eggs?

f*ck.
I've been eating garbage for four days.

Tokyo, I won't fail you.

I have it all figured out.

Besides, I'm a lucky man.

Always remember that.

Tokyo, I won't fail you.

I can't do this anymore.

I've done boxes like this one.

They don't care
that I have a g*nsh*t wound.

Not to mention the scars
we'll have after this,

especially the psychological ones.

Having to come to work every day

and reliving it all.

It's going to be hard on all of us.

Some of us might even suffer
from post-traumatic stress.

I'll be the lucky winner.

I don't know what could be worse

than losing everything.

I've lost everything.
And money won't make up for it.

Not by far.

Regarding the one million euros...

How funny.

Trusting them
while they locked us up like livestock.

Will you shut up?

-Excuse me?
-Shut the f*ck up.

Alison, please.

I'm tired

of listening to him whining.

If it's so bad, do something.

I also used to complain.

About my parents,

or the school where I was bullied.

I kept putting up with it.

-Enough is enough.
-Well, honey,

it's normal to feel hopeless.

Quite the opposite.

It may have f*cked up your lives.

But it has opened my eyes.

I realized that we are what we eat.

And I'm not eating anymore crap.

So I'm leaving.

Alison, don't be foolish.

I'm your guardian and
I'm responsible for your safety.

-So, while I'm here...
-You're here for the money.

You might be okay
picking crumbs off the table

and being accomplices to these scumbags,
but I'm not.

Besides,
it's not that hard to get out of here.

Get out of here?

How?

I'll hurt myself.

They'll take me somewhere else.

And I'll escape.

No, no and no.
Don't you dare do that nonsense.

Mercedes...

Let her explain.

I've seen it more than ten times
since we've been here.

They press the button and the door
takes only four seconds to open.

Four seconds and you run.

That's all it takes.

That's more than enough time
for them to g*n you down.

We'll see about that.

What's up, hostages?

Do you sleep well thinking
about your million?

Well, keep dreaming.

Nobody's going to give it to you!

It's a lie!

Just like no one has released
your colleagues,

the ones who chose to leave
instead of the million! No!

They're locked up two stories below you!

That stupid idiot.

Chained to a pipe!

It was a ploy!

To keep you calm, like sheep!
Working for us but

wearing a smile. Because here
you always have to wear a smile!

Am I right, Mr. Andres de Fonollosa?

We don't want any long faces, do we?

Are you done?

We're not going
through the hole you're digging, no!

We're going through one
that leads into the vault!

That's high treason.

Unforgivable.

Let's go.

Any news?

She hasn't said a thing.

Miss Tokyo has no interest in cooperating.

Coronel.

Let me ask you.

Did agent Rubio mention anything
about a teaspoon?

A teaspoon?

No. Why?

Angel sent it to the lab
before the accident.

The fingerprints match those of the guy

who broke into the patrol vehicle
to thr*aten the Russian.

It's the person helping them
from the outside.

-And who the hell is it?
-I don't know.

Seems to be the same one
who tampered with Angel's car

to cause the accident.
But only Angel knows that.

And her.

Tell me one thing.

Are you keeping quiet for all of them

or only for Anibal Cortes?

You seem

very much in love in these pictures.

How about I offer you
a two-for-one special?

Like a happy hour.

I'll offer him
the same deal I offered you.

Mitigation, remorse and cooperation.

As long as the information
you give helps us to put an end

to this nightmare.

We're talking about a third
of the sentence.

That's impossible.

We have enough crimes
to do several lifetimes in prison.

No judge can promise that.

Let alone you.

I don't know what you've heard.
But if you show remorse,

cooperate and help save lives...

I assure you that any judge
will be benevolent.

Anibal Cortes has no record
of violent crimes.

-He would be out in five years.
- years old.

Like he's just graduated.

I think it's a better plan than ending up
like your last boyfriend.

Don't you think?

It was a bad idea
to talk to the hostages, Rio.

You better turn me in like Tokyo,

tied up nice and good.
Because I'm not staying quiet.

I trust Tokyo.

But you're a snotty little child.

It's a shame.

What a paradox, Helsinki.

Tokyo

will stay quiet to protect him.

And yet you're going to disappear
without her knowing.

What are you going to do?

What you've been screaming for.

I'll execute you.

You have, indeed, lost your mind.

I can't let you leave,

nor can I let you stay.

What you told the hostages
has sentenced you,

so I won't flinch.

Okay, maybe a little.

That's it.

It's important to face death with humor.

It's not that those of us who do
reckless things

don't care about the consequences.

No.

We care as much as anyone else.

Butwe can't see them
until it's too late.

We only see them when they're
right in front of us.

Last words?

You can still learn from your mistakes

and stop being an ass.

Look at this, Helsinki!

This boy has just wizened up!

If you had lived longer you
could have been Paulo Coelho's successor.

Too bad.

The world is going to miss out.

Berlin!

-What the f*ck are you doing?
-Put the g*n down!

The time for allegations is over!

Democracy has only brought trouble.

And I've just sentenced him.

Enough crap, we're all on edge!

Berlin, let's not screw it up more.

Berlin, we can't screw each other over.

Go down there.

Berlin.

You had better lower the g*n,

because if you don't you'll be in pain.

I found your painkillers.

What will you do, Nairobi?

Break them one by one, like Tokyo did?

Well, since I'm on my period,
maybe I will.

Us women are so nosy, right?

And we have such a bad temper
when rubbed the wrong way.

Son of a bitch!

Berlin, you have a missed call, dear.

It's okay, man, it's okay.

All right. You've chosen.

Poorly, but you've chosen.

Take her away.

And with that clarity I saw myself,

at the trial,

in prison,

and I knew the inspector was right.

It wasn't worth sacrificing myself
for a plan that had already failed.

The Professor's plan.

And even more so since I thought
he had deceived me.

Sergio!

His name is Sergio.

Wait!

Let her talk.

The Professor is Sergio Marquina.

And the heist was his father's idea.

And who is the person on the outside?

Inspector.

They're calling from inside the factory.

Inspector, how are you?
How's your day going?

I think it's going well.

I was a little worried about you.

I thought we weren't going to speak again

That something terrible
had happened to you.

Sergio.

I thank you for the concern, inspector.

But...

I'm a lucky man. Never forget that.

I just called to say hello.

Continue interrogating Tokyo
She has a lot to tell you.

When you finish

give me a call.

I'll be right here.

What do you have to tell me?

They kicked me out to give you
a message.

We have a hydrogen b*mb in there.

Seventeen megatons

We're setting it off tomorrow,
at : PM.

I'd like to speak to a priest.

I need to confess.

Very well.

We'll request
unconditional isolated detention.

Gomez.

Write the report

and emphasize on her lack
of cooperation and remorse.

Send her to the nearest prison.
Lobo, take her.

Check-up call.

-Everything is running smoothly over here.
-Smoothly?

Smoothly as in Tokyo being interrogated?

As in you're about to execute Rio?

Berlin, what are you doing?

Professor, it's Nairobi.

Berlin is indisposed.
So from now on, I'm in charge.

Let the matriarchy begin.